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This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn’t actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and please leave me comments, as we do read them.


I thought it was over. I realize now that that was a stupid assumption. You’d never let me get finish so soon at home, so why should it be any different now? My body has stopped shaking, but my mind is in a totally different place. As we look out on the gallery – you had opened the curtains, but I am unsure when — I notice that there are a lot of different things going on. Some people are just watching, their gazes roaming until they see a particular scene they like, while others are engaged in different activities. There is a hot tub, several private dungeon areas with views out to the public, and a few rooms that are laid out like bedrooms with large windows.

As I watch I suddenly feel you secure straps around my ankles, then my wrists. Suddenly my mind is alert — where had those come from? As I turn I see the tray they’d been brought in on along with the cords laying there. I am curious as to what they are there for, as it’s not something we’ve done before. As you pick up the first cord, you hook it to the ring on the right-hand cuff, followed by hooking the other end to a ring suspended from the ceiling. You do the same with my left. I am barely able to move in either direction, much less sit or kneel. Next you fasten my feet to the floor; I am now spread eagle, for everyone to see. I am glad that my clothes are still on and intact.

“You have been very naughty lately.” You tell me as I hang in place. “I expect better of you.” I am bewildered by this as I have no idea what you are talking about, haven’t I been a good girl? What did I do that upset you? “You want me to tell you what you did?” You ask with a menace in your voice that I am quite familiar with. “Yes, Please” I respond, unsure of how to answer. My knees are shaking and my pussy is once again wet with anticipation. “You mean you don’t know?” you ask, the sound of your voice so forceful that my pussy starts to ache. “No sir.” I reply knowing that more than a mono-syllabic response at this time would be difficult to say as the connection between my brain and mouth has been lost in the confusion of being on display with a dripping cunt. “Well slut, that means you need even more punishment.” The smile on your face is wicked, and my nipples are hard just contemplating what might be in store.

You slowly disrobe me, untying the corset, followed by the halter. As the zipper on the dress comes to a stop, you freeze momentarily as it pools around my calves, and ripping the seam out so it comes away completely you say, “I guess that’s just one more thing you’ll have to fix.” You finish my disrobement by tearing off the thigh-highs, and tossing them on the floor.

I can see everything. Hanging bare, and half suspended, I notice a girl — a sub by the look of her — watching us. Her Mistress is punishing a male sub by keeping him erect, but not allowing him to cum. The girl is transfixed, her eyes watching us closely.

Your focus is completely on me. You start my punishment with just a touch, using your hand to produce small caresses up my buttocks and spine. A soft touch here and there, driving me crazy as my pussy drips hot juices down my thighs. As you reach up and caress my breasts, I notice the sub across the way has begun to touch her-self. She mimics your movements, stroking her butt as you touch mine, pinching her nipples as you squeeze mine.

I am brought back to us as something cold lightly touches my thigh. I can’t see what it is, but it is stiff and smooth. I am nervous, and unsure of what to expect. The object is removed, and soon your hands start to fondle my ass. You very slowly start to play with that hole. It is sensitive, and tight. You work first one, then two fingers in, and as I start to moan with pleasure I notice that the sub across the way is leaning over a chair with her legs spread and her fingers penetrating her ass. Watching her is making me even hotter, and my swollen pussy is throbbing in response to my heightened senses.

I notice that you are now using a lubricant, it is making it easier for your fingers to pump in and out, and I am having a hard time focusing on anything else. Suddenly, in one quick movement your fingers are gone replaced by the cold object, which I now realize is a metal dildo that had been sitting in a bucket of ice.

The pain of this sudden violation makes me scream out, and you spank me to remind me of who is boss. I quiet, shaking in my bonds as my ass seizes from the unwanted intrusion. Now suddenly aware of everything I notice that my screams have brought us to the attention of other curious club-goers, but my favorite is the sub, who seems intrigued, and unaware that she has drawn her mistress’ attention as she continues to fuck her own ass.

Watching them I am reminded once again of my own body. I notice that the pain and humiliation of my recent violation has made my nipples so hard they hurt and my pussy even wetter. As the dildo in my ass starts to warm inside me, my body stops shaking, but just as I’ve gained the power to stand I am reminded that this is punishment as you begin to administer soft whips with a flogger.

Your chosen device is a red leather cat o’ nine with soft broad heavy straps, and a large rounded handle. I know this flogger well; it is one of your favorites. You start, as always, with a barrage of light, petal-like strokes, lightly tapping my ass and back with just the tips of the straps. You are speaking, but my mind has gone fuzzy, I love the feel of the whip, punishing me with its light caresses, showering me with promises of pain and torture.

I can still feel my ass filled with your newest toy, throbbing around it, squeezing it intermittently, as your strokes become harder. I shake in my bonds, my body tensing and releasing with each blow as they become harder and faster. I know the moment that they are hard enough to leave welts on my back and ass, and it is this point that I find my voice, exploding in a chorus with every lash of my punishment. “Yes! Oh, God! Don’t stop! I’m sorry master! Oh! Yes!” After a few short moments, your flagellation ceases and my body slumps in its bonds.

As you carefully sponge my back, softly soothing me with words of encouragement such as “Its ok,” and “It’s done now.” I notice that the sub across the way is still in avid fascination. I’d expected her mistress to have corrected the behavior by now; instead she is riding the male sub’s cock while watching the girl as she uses the handle of the flogger to masturbate while watching us.

You unhook the cords attached to my wrists and ankles, and slowly move me to a long table which you have moved to a position in front of the audience. You lower me onto the cold surface placing a pillow under my head, and several more under my ass to prop it into position. You then secure my hands above my head and my ankles in a position that spreads me wide open at the edge of the table. Using your fingers you quickly bring me to the brink of an orgasm as everyone watches. Just as I am about to cum, you remove your fingers and, slowly rubbing my inner thighs you wait for my body to calm. By turning my head, I can see the girl across the way has not stopped, and she lets out a small scream, and collapses to the floor as her orgasm hits and her cunt squirts cum in several directions as it tries to escape past the handle of the whip in her pussy. Having watched her sub’s display the mistress, who has moved to the male sub’s face to be eaten out, finally has her own release and also collapses to the floor, both women writhing in their bodies’ sudden ecstasy.

Seeing that my own body has calmed from its near orgasm, you begin to use your tongue to explore my throbbing pussy. You begin by slowly licking back and forth along my slit, enticing my clit to swell and swirling your tongue around it each time you reach the sensitive nub. You slowly open my nether lips to your probing tongue as it delves into me. I writhe with pleasure as you probe my cunt; licking first just around it, then into it deeper with each thrust.

“Please Master,” I plead with you breathlessly, “Please, I need your cock!” You seem to take no heed, and wondering if you’d heard me I try a little louder, “Oh! Master! Please I need you to fuck me with your prick!” I can feel you smile, and I know that you heard me, but now I’m desperate, and my voice rushes out in a rather loud shout, “Oh my God Master, Please, Please, Please! Fuck my cunt with your huge cock! I need you to make me your slut! Fuck me now, Please!!”

Without so much as a word you quickly stand and ram my tight, wet pussy with your rock-hard prick; the force of which makes me scream unintelligibly with pleasure. You slowly remove your cock, only to ram it back into my snug little hole eliciting squeaks and moans of pleasure from me.

As your fucking becomes smoother, you begin to taunt me. “You like this don’t you?” you ask, “You love showing the world how slutty you are, don’t you?” “Yes Master.” I reply, softly. “So say it, I want you to tell your audience just how much letting them watch you get fucked turns you on.”

My response is slow, I don’t know how to word it, or if I’m supposed to speak to them, or just tell you loud enough so they can hear, I finally choose the latter. “Oh Master!” I shout, “I feel like such a slut! Oh Yes! I love that all these people are watching you fuck my taut little pussy with your big hard cock. Oh letting them watch as you stretch my pussy, and bang my cunt makes me feel so good! Oh, God! I have to cum! Oh Please Master, Let me cum!”

My speech begins to slur into moans and whimpers as I hold back my orgasm, until finally you give me a nod allowing me to cum. You pull out as my body shakes with its release and positioning yourself over my face, you grab my hair and begin to pump your prick in and out of my awaiting mouth and – just before you cum – you pull out squirting your semen all over my face and tits.

You close the curtains once again, blocking us from view as you unbind me and help me to clean us both up with the sponge and a fresh basin of hot water. Wrapping me in a satin robe, and packing the remains of my outfit and our toys into a bag, you slowly escort me out, and back to the car where you help me in and gingerly strap me into the seat-belt.

As I fall asleep on the way back to your house, it occurs to me, I never did learn what the punishment was for… Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me eventually…

I lean back close my eyes and tell you exactly what pops into my head while I’m playing with my vibrator.

There is little structure and no previous thought put into this fantasy. I hope you still enjoy it. Also, I want to share that this is not a normal fantasy for me, so if you liked my last few submissions give this a try, if you didn’t like my them you may really like this one.



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The rain is pattering softly on the window pane, I watch it as the droplets run down the window. The street lights are on beyond but my thoughts are lost in the maze that the drops create, much like what is going on in my mind. At any moment the door will open and a man will walk through it and come straight in and claim me. I watch another drop quickly runs down the window and my mind flashes back many months.

I was playing an online game and walked into a club and struck up a conversation with a total stranger. It turned into a year long journey of hundreds of hours together online, growing into chatting on camera, to finally play sessions even across the ocean. We knew so much about each other, yet nothing at all. Had talked late into many nights as how our first meeting would go. Now, I have traveled from the US to London to meet him. We had dinner dinner last night with some friends to set up guidelines and safe words. It was casual and nice, with an undercurrent of pure wanting. To see him but not touch him, was the hardest thing I had to do.

But now I am now gonna meet him for the first time alone, and I am scared out of my mind, yet my pussy clenches at the thought of it. My gaze changes from the window to the jack and coke in my hand, lifting it to my lips and take a long sip. I sigh softly as it coats my mouth and flows down my throat. Again my eyes shift from the glass to the door as I hear it open. In he walks and the presence is unmistakable. There is something about him that commands your attention and I notice that others in the bar turn to look at him also.

He walks directly to me and places his hand on the small of my back and simply says “Angel.” The accent and the warm pressure of his hand sends shivers down my spine. He looks at me with hazel green eyes and they stare at me knowingly and also questioning.

I feel my chest tighten and a soft yet clear “Master.” escapes my lips. This simple word takes my breath away, to say it to him face to face for the first time.

“Stand.” he says and I quickly grab my purse and stand. I am dressed as he likes, in white. The trench coat falls to just above my knee, and under it are the Malono’s heels I bought last summer, my red hair is pull back, and around my neck is a pendant with the letter M on it, for Master. His palm slides from my back to my elbow and starts to lead me from the pub. I notice people are starting to turn and look as we leave, probably finding it odd that I am leaving with a man that has literally said two words to me. I am finding this a little odd also and my step slightly falters. His grip tightens on my elbow and his eyes look at me with such care and loving, with his mouth close to my ear and in just a whisper says, “Do you wish to come, Angel?.”

My eyes meet his and my heart melts and I know he is giving me an out, then my lips say “Yes Master, take me.” I watch as the smile slowly grows across his face, and he takes me out of the pub into the night.

The next 20 minutes are all a blur of heartbeats. I am in the back of the car with Master, not even knowing who is driving. He parts my knees as we ride through town, “Don’t close them.” he says as his hand travels up my thigh and his finger traces the edge of my skirt hem. I am startled by the force in his voice and yet the softness of his touch, it is maddening in its seduction. All to soon we pull up to a cottage and he opens the door and holds a hand in mine to help me out of the car. I blink as I look around, wondering when we left town. I don’t see another house or light anywhere as we duck through the rain into the cottage.

The door closes and I am giggling from nerves and excitement until he pulls me toward him and with a fire in his eyes his arms wrap tight around me, his hand grabs the back of my hair and yanks my head back and bites the base of my neck under my ear. I scream and moan at the same time and now know why we are at this cabin, as no one will hear me. This thought flashes through my mind and it both excites me and terrifies me. I hear Master laugh deeply and pulls back and looks at me and says “Kneel Angel, like I taught you”. My legs simply fold on there own accord, knees wide, feet tucked under my ass, back straight with shoulders back and hands held behind me and I look up at him and I am his, this is where I belong. His eyes tell me the same thing. “Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You Master.” I answer.

“What are you?”

“Your Angel”

“Unzip me” he says. My fingers shake as I reach up and unzip the front of his pants, something that I always dreamed of doing and it is actually happening. “Take it out and put it where it belongs.” I hear above me. My heart racing as I reach in and pull out my Master’s cock, it is so large. I know men always say they are hung well, but this thing is a monster. I lean forward and wrap my lips around it moaning softly at the taste and smell of pure male power. With cock filling my mouth, I again lower my hands to my back and look up at him. My Master smiles down at me while he slowly fills my mouth with his cock. I feel it fill me to the back of my throat and then some. I gag hard on it, tears stinging my eyes already. “Suck it angel.” I tighten my mouth around the cock wondering how this will ever fit in my ass cause I know he will use all of me. I move my head forward to sink him in deeper and then pull my head back slowly feeling the vein on my tongue, but quickly I am stung by a flick of the finger to my cheek and I look up in surprise. “I am in control here pet, not you.” he says in a stern yet loving tone. I nod, since I can’t say anything with my mouth so full, and my eyes return to the cock filling me. “Look at me!” and my eyes return up to his. “Never stop looking at me.” My eyes snap open and lock on his as he starts to fuck my mouth.

He starts slow and but soon he is pumping away deep and hard, I hear myself gagging and coughing, spit dripping down my chin. Tears brimming my eyes as the cock slams into the back of my throat. Trying to hold still, gagging. Can feel the spit running off my chin and staining my coat. I feel him pull out and hot cum hitting my face and chest, but I never look down, my eyes still locked on his, as cum is dripping from my eyelashes. He moans as the last of the cum drips from his cock, his hand opens my mouth and he wipes the head off on my tongue and I do everything I can not to swoon at the taste of him and he smiles and half laughs. “Angel is hungry for more I see.” I smile up at him and nod, but my legs are screaming at me from being on the wood floor for so long. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses my nose.

I feel his hands untie the belt on my jacket and slide it off my shoulders. It falls softly to the floor behind me. I hear him walk around me hopefully admiring his pet. My DD’s are quite perky in this bra and panty set and feel Master’s finger tips trailing along the tops of them, sending a shiver across my flesh. “Don’t move Angel.” and I stiffen and hold still. His hand continues to cover my body, one that has gone soft in age, but it is mine and I am proud of. Fingers dig into my belly and then release to then move onto the top of a thigh, cross to my ass and feel the sting of the slap and the struggle to hold still. The sensation of his rough hands finally touching my skin, the smell of him in my nose still, his eyes wandering over my body is all enough to make me want to cry in happiness. He feels the change in me and strokes my hair, leaning into my my ear and whispers “Mine.” I smile as a small shiver runs down my spine. He takes my hand and leads me down the hall to the back of the cabin.

We enter a room that is darkened but just enough light to see this is a play room. I am lead to the middle of the room and I see hooks in the ceiling and the floor. He takes out a knife and my air is taken out of my lungs as I stare at it. “Don’t you dare move girl.” My eyes widen as he comes near and with a quick flick of the wrist my bra and panties are removed.

I feel soft lined cuffs attached to my wrists and then my ankles, and watch as Master starts to weave ropes through the eye bolts and to my cuffs. As I watch him I feel my limps stretched, arms straight over head and feet about 2 feet apart. I am comfortable enough, and think I could stand this way for a long time, but then that might be bad too. Then I feel the blindfold brushing over my eyes and my world goes black and I have a moment of panic. Master is there with a hand on me constantly. Reassuring words in my ear, his arms enclose me from behind. I feel his warmth and his calm and I settle down and start to breathe easy again.

Then, I feel fingers on my nipples, they pinch hard and pull them straight up in the air. Pain floods my breasts and I moan into it as I lean back against Master. “Stand up girl. Hold yourself in pride.” I straighten and gasp as the pain increases as fingers pinch just the tips of my large nipples, it goes on for what seems like minutes, I am gasping in air. Then he finally releases them and the pain clears out but only for a second, because then the spanking of my ass starts. Hard solid blows assault my ass. Never in the same spot, he covers my ass completely. I am trying to stand still but the slaps never end and I never know where the next will land. There is no rhythm, constant change in the power of them. I am completely out of my element. Shaken and wondering what is happening and where next. I am on my toes and trying to move away when he stops and I feel his wide palm start to caress my bum. My ass is on fire and the tenderness now is overwhelming. I moan and start to move into the touch. “Oh, my baby likes I see.” I hear behind me. I smile and nod, and move back just a a little seeking more. The slap is fast and hard, with the soft caress after. I jump and moan at the same time. Mixing the pleasure and pain inside me. They start again the spanking but this time I am leaning into them. It is easier not to fight them and to let the pain wash cleaning over me. “Stick it out there Angel. Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”

I push my ass back as far as I can and gasp out in a small voice “Please my Master. Spank me. Please spank me.” I scream as a hand slaps my pussy. The shock makes I eyes fly open even under the blindfold. I am on my tip toes and rocking back and forth.

“Get your ass back here!” I fight that inner fight and slowly return my ass back to his hand. Then they start again, I am gasping and trying not to cry, when the pussy spanking really begins. Two to the ass, one to the pussy, three to the ass, two the the pussy. I am crying out in pain and but the pussy betrays me and starts to flow. Master is laughing at me. I can hear him in between the slaps. Laughing at his horny pet. I feel his fingers on the lips of my pussy, pulling on them, stretching them. I am moaning and dripping, moving into the pressure and the pain, when he flicks my clit with his nail and it takes everything I have to not cum.

“Oh God, please Master, may Angel cum?” I cry out. I hear what I know I will, him laughing and saying no. Then his fingers start to rub my clit, slapping it and rubbing it again. I am trying to take deep breathes and hold back the wall.

I hear in my ear “Who owns you?”

“You do Master” I gasp.

“What you are?”

“What you make me, Master.”

“How much do I own?”

“Allllllll of me, Master!!” I am dancing on my toes, trying to move into the fingers and away from them all at the same time. Trying to stay in the present. Fighting with everything I have not to cum.

Master’s hand is gone and then back with a sharp hard slap right to my pussy, and when I open my mouth to scream out I hear him say, “Cum Angel.” At the sound of the words the wall inside me falls and the orgasm floods through me, crashing from my toes to my head and back down. I am rocking on the ties, pulling against them and using them to hold me up as wave after wave hits my dripping pussy. The orgasms roll one after the other, my breath stolen with each one. After what seems forever, for I know not to stop without permission, my left breast is slapped and I hear, “Oh stop it.” I take a big deep breath and will them to stop. This has always shocked me that he can control my orgasms so much better than I can and with just a simple word.

I have hardly composed myself when I feel my ass pulled back and my arms loosened just slightly as I am bent forward over some sort of bench. Then I am shocked and cry out in a mixture of glorious pain and pleasure as Master slams his cock into my so wet pussy. I almost cum the instant he enters me but I know better and feel the massive cock go deeper and wider than anything has before it. He is not gentle. He is commanding, and taking what he has waited for a year to have. It has always been his, but now it is before him to be used and indeed he shall. My head is yanked back as Master grabs the ponytail and lifts it, as he pulls back to almost out and slams hard back in. The tears can no longer be contained and are soaking my blindfold as I ride that fine line. It is when he finishes that hole and fills my tight ass that I am gone. Screaming out in the most lovely pain and serving as he desires I find my place and it is with him, here, now, having my ass fuck and fucked hard. Then I am brought higher still as the whipping of my back starts. I have no idea with what, but it is a stinging piercing pain, cutting through all the other. My screams match each blow and with each one he slams into my ass. I am shaking and crying and inside screaming for more. As Master’s blows start to overlap it brings on a whole other layer of sensation. They all build together, one on top of the other. I can see them in my mind, and I am thinking they have to fall. I can’t hold them up any more. But he doesn’t stop, and I am begging. “Please Master please, it hurts.”

“Do you wish me to stop Angel?”

I find myself answering. “No my Master, noooooo.” my head shaking along with my entire body. I hear that chuckle behind me and I can imagine the smirk on his face as he continues, to beat and fuck his girl. I feel the marks raising up on my back, sure they are crisscrossing and making me a beautiful picture for Master to look at as he fucks my hole.

“Who am I?” he asks as the unrelenting cock fills my ass over and over.

“Master.” I reply.

“What are you?”

“I am Master’s Angel, Master’s pain slut.”

“Then cum!” I cum so hard I can feel the gushing down my legs and Master’s hand is there now too, shining my clit. That is when my mind blows to pieces and the world shatters away. I still feel and hear but through a fog of bliss. How long it lasts I do not know.

Then next thing I remember, I am laying on a bed and Master is wiping the pussy juice off my legs. I try to sit up and notice that my hands are cuffed together and are in my lap and I smile softly and lay still. The bed moves as Master slides in next to me and cradles me in his arms, stroking my hair and kissing my head. He is so gentle and warm that I melt into him. I know he is pleased with me. I can feel it and glance up and see him smiling down at me, he says to me in almost a whisper, “My woman!” then his lips cover mine and this is our first kiss. My entire body moves into him. This is more than just a kiss, this is hot possession. This is claiming of his woman. And I know I am never leaving.

Leif stopped as he heard Inga call his name. He turned to see her stumbling after him, dress in rags, bruises already beginning to show. The hot candle wax he had dripped on her was crusted on her pale body, and her nipples were hard nubs. She looked delicious…he probably couldn’t take her home, he thought reluctantly.

Inga had thought quickly. Her people would surely burn her, for having led these Norsemen to their holy place. This tall and strong stranger had their precious crucifix in his grasp, had taken her arse as if she was a common whore, and had clearly enjoyed it. Surely it would be far better to travel with him and enjoy his protection, at the small cost of being his fuck-toy. She had after all enjoyed his attentions, and what was there to fear? Leif had spared her from his crew, and would be possessive enough to keep her from harm, she thought.

Leif, too had to think fast. A woman on board meant one thing – trouble.

He dearly wanted her around though, and could think of no better place to bury his cock during the long and dangerous voyage ahead. The language barrier would be a blessing, he thought. All the pleasure and none of the pain…

For Inga, however, things would have to be different. She would need to be the ship’s slave, and serve all the men, to avoid mutiny. Leif did not enjoy the thought of sharing his prize, but would compensate with a couple of measures. He smiled as he imagined her tethered to his belt, a leather collar around her neck like a fjord horse. He would deny all men the pleasure of her hot and tight little arse, but allow her mouth and cunt to be fucked as a reward for good service. Should she be with child, then there would be no clear father, either.

He looked down at her pleading face. How strange to have a woman actually pleading with him to take her as a slave…well, who was he to deny a woman’s request? Quickly he grabbed the cincture from the dead priest and bound Inga’s hands in front of her, leaving a long end free for him to drag her by. As an afterthought he stripped the long robe from the priest as well: she would need something warm to cover her on the sea voyage, though he would see to it that she spent as little time clothed as possible…

Inga looked up at Leif as he bound her wrists and pulled her after him. Now it was done, she thought. I am a slave. Now this man owns me. She followed after him down the muddy path to the dragon ship that would bear her away from the poor, pathetic life she had known. The fire in her cunt, the dripping semen from her arse, the stiff nipples rubbing against the remains of her rags, reminded her that she was doing the right thing.

They arrived at the ship, and Leif dragged Inga aboard. The crew looked quizzically at their captain. Had he lost his mind? Did he not fear the wrath of Aasgard?

Leif ripped off the last of Inga’s Saxon rags so that she was naked, and dragged her to her feet by her long red hair. He pulled her to the mast that rose up in the center of the dragon ship and slammed her against it. Baard, seeing what he was going to do, quickly stretched out Inga’s arms around the mast as Leif snapped shackles on her wrist. Olav secured her ankles with another set of shackles and a piece of rope and looped another rope tight around her waist. Then Leif produced a leather collar, and locked it around her neck.

“Thrall,” he said in her ear, and slapped her arse. “Now you are property, a piece of livestock to be sold. Is that what you wanted? I think it is.”

Once she was securely fastened to the mast, the men who had been critical gathered around, smiling. Leif permitted them to fondle her round smooth arse as she trembled; awaiting the punishment she knew was coming. Some thrust their hands between her legs, to finger her still-dripping quim and arsehole, well used by Leif only an hour or so ago.

“Behold, my crew, our Saxon prize!” Leif called out. “She’ll fetch a good price in the market in Dyflin, wouldn’t you say?”

There were shouts of agreement.

“Set sail! Let us leave these shores and enjoy the wind and the sun of springtime, our fertility, and this ripe young wench!”

“Hurrah!” shouted the crew. Leif smiled. He had them all in the palm of his hand…

The ship was pushed and pulled from the sandy beach, and soon they were dancing across the waves, Vikings in their element, at home in the spray, fair winds and sun.

“This Saxon needs to be taught her place,” he continued, and the men laughed and shouted. Leif smiled as Olav brought him the slave whip. It was composed of a hard leather handle with four wide softer leather strips, to inflict maximum pain with no damage to the hide of the valuable merchandise.

Her pale Saxon pelt would be stung and red and sore, but the marks would fade: buyers didn’t want bruised fruit. He knew how to wield the slave whip, from previous raids, and was looking forward to using it on his new property.

Inga’s cheek was pressed against the wood of the mast, and Leif could see that she was both fearful and furious. What a prize she was! Beauty and spirit both…well, she needed breaking, and he was just the one to do it. After he had whipped her, he planned to use her, and let a lucky member of his crew do the same, in a double fucking.

But first she had to be disciplined. She needed to be whipped, and the crew needed to see her whipped. He cracked the flogger in air, experimentally, to let her hear and see it. Inga’s body stiffened, but she made no other sign of fear, and did not plead with him. Good! This was going to be interesting…

Leif drew back his arm, and then expertly applied the first stroke to his captive’s creamy back. A broad red welt appeared on the white skin, and the men cheered. Inga shuddered and closed her eyes and tensed for the next blow. Leif placed it at an angle to the first, patterning the welts in a pleasing manner to the eye, pleased to see her body jerk with each blow. He continued to whip her until her entire back and arse were red as cherries, the backs of her thighs as well. He felt himself hard as a rock under his tunic, and wanted only to slam his cock into that reddened and inviting arse…and he knew the whole crew felt the same.

After twenty lashes he paused to look at Inga. During the last ten strokes she had cried out, and her screams had only made him harder. He stepped forward and shoved the thick leather whip handle into her slit. She writhed against it, bucking her hips against the mast…oh, by Frey, she was a hot one!

“I think the slave has learned her lesson,” he said. “Now let’s make sure of it.” He ordered her unbound from the mast and dragged to the center of the longboat. Baard and Olav, laughing, had already arranged several sea chests in a configuration that would allow for her to be fucked while the crew watched.

Baard lay on the sea chests, which had been heaped with furs for his comfort, and took out his huge erect member. Other crewmates, at Leif’s direction, pulled the naked captive to him and forced her head down on his cock. She sucked him as she had sucked Leif, her red head moving up and down as she worked. Then Leif pulled her off by her hair, and two others lifted her to impale her on Baard’s rock-hard prick.

Inga felt the cock she had just sucked slide inside her and the Viking’s strong arms pin her own as he pulled her forward to lie on his mighty chest.

Leif moved behind her and released his throbbing cock. It was incredible that he should be so hard again so soon, such an inviting arse she had, even tighter now due the cock filling her cunt. His mouth was dry, and he licked his lips.

Inga trembled as she felt strong fingers probing her arsehole and stroking her whipped butt and thighs. Leif began to thrust his own hard member deep into her arse, feeling the delightful sensation of her clenching around his prick. “What a hot little whore we have here, shipmates! Let’s see how she performs with two cocks filling her up—”

He sank into her, balls-deep into her arse, and at the same time Baard began to lift his hips in strong thrusting. She was sandwiched between them, breasts and belly pressed to Baard’s, her round butt and back covered by Leif’s weight, and as the two men fucking her began to move harder and faster, she was overwhelmed with waves of pleasure rising up from her loins.

Then at a signal from Leif, Olav stepped forward, freeing his own erect cock, and as Inga opened her mouth helplessly to cry out, he shoved it into her mouth. She began to suck and tongue it greedily, then felt it begin to slide deeper, until it was buried in her throat. Three cocks in me, she thought, and then she found another cock in each hand for her to clench on, making it five men using her at once while the rest cheered them on.

One by one they all reached their climaxes, unloading wherever they pleased until her naked beaten body was covered with cum.

Inga had expected to be whipped, that was what was done to slaves, and had even expected to be raped. She had not expected being used by Leif’s henchmen. And what she had really not expected was how aroused she had been. She had enjoyed being used by Leif and his four shipmates, and would have screamed out her pleasure in orgasm had her mouth not been full of Viking cock.

She had realized that this was what she had been born for, to be used by men, as roughly as they pleased. It made her feel so much a woman, and so much a slave, and she had moaned and gasped and screamed with every thrust that pierced her body.

Perhaps if Leif saw how good a slut she was, he would decide to keep her, not sell her. The idea of being sold to a more brutal fiend did not appeal.

“Talented little Saxon cunt you found there, Leif,” said Baard. Cleaned up, she should bring us a good price; that trader from Marseille, or the one from Morocco, either of them should want her to sell on. That’s the kind of merchandise they’re always looking for.”

Leif grunted noncommittally. He had still not made up his mind to sell Inga, though he knew he could not bring her home.

He took a long rope and fastened one end around his belt, the other to Inga’s leather collar.

He made it clear to her that she was to take the food from her village and feed the crew, and herself.

Each time an amorous crewman groped her, Leif tugged on the rope.

“Remember she is mine!”

They ate together. Leif looked at the bruised and cum-soaked body and took pity. He drew a bucket of seawater and threw it over his wench, dried her with some hessian and offered her the stolen vestments.

Inga received them gratefully, pulled them over her naked, chilly body, and lay beside her new master as the ship sailed northwards in the warm afternoon sun.


Leif awoke with a start. His slut was missing! He pulled on the rope attached to his belt, and sat up.

To his amazement, he saw Inga astride a smiling crewman, vestments hitched over her waist, and a long, hard Viking cock slipping in and out of her swollen vagina.

Leif pulled hard on the rope, Inga reached for her neck and fell backwards onto the deck.

Leif towered over her and pointed to the crewman. “You! Not until I say so! Twenty lashes!”

Baard and Olav attended to the punishment.

Inga looked up at Leif and quivered in anticipation. Why had she done that? Why had she become such a whore? Why did she crave the punishment she knew was to come?

Leif lifted her to her feet and they watched her recent conquest endure his punishment. Baard and Olav dragged the poor wretch away and returned to the mast.

“What now, skipper?” asked Baard.

“Strip her. Tie her to the mast, facing me this time. Those tits need a lashing. Olav? Fetch my whip.”

Inga stood naked and trembling with her back to the mast, Baard had fastened her hands over her head and ankles on each side of the mast with iron shackles.



Red welts appeared over her breasts and stomach, for each strike her nipples became more engorged.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“I’m sorry Master…please…how can I make you stop?”

Whack! The whip moved down to her thighs, strafing her mound.

Inga writhed and whimpered as she once again felt warm wetness spread from her loins.

After ten lashes Leif stopped, and approached his victim.

He avoided her gaze and fastened his eyes on her heaving bosom and erect nipples.

He bent down and took each between his lips, sucking and licking with a tenderness totally lacking minutes before.

Soon Inga’s nipples were strutting and longing for sensation.

Leif bit down on her nipples until she yelled.

“Sail maker! Bring your needles!” commanded Leif.

Inga understood nothing of the command, but her eyes widened as Leif was presented with the sharp pins used to repair the sail.

“NO! Aaargh”, Inga sobbed as Leif pierced first her left nipple and then the right with the needle.

“Sail maker? Thread bronze wire through these wounds. It is time to make the bitch my pet.”

While the sail maker threaded bronze wire through Inga’s nipples, Leif went to his bed and retrieved a silver chain.

“Excellent! Good work, sail maker Lars. Now you may fuck her.”

Lars had indeed been aroused by the proximity to Inga’s bosom, and his member, once unleashed, slipped effortlessly into Inga’s dripping cunt.

Inga averted her face from the grunting Viking, but enjoyed her tingling nipples and yet another, new cock inside her, her body afire from the whipping and pain.

Lars was soon done, spurting his creamy come into the slut without tenderness.

Leif approached, and attached the silver chain to the bronze nipple rings. He released Inga’s hands, and tugged gently on the chain.

“On your knees, my slut.”

Inga had no choice but to follow the tug on her nipples, soon she was kneeling on the wooden deck with her face before her Viking master.

“Suck my cock, whore!”

Inga understood how she was to pay for her disobedience, and eagerly took the whole length of Leif’s cock in her mouth. She looked up at him with tearstained eyes, but Leif mercilessly took hold of her flaming red hair and forced his cock into her throat.

“This is for disobeying, whore. No more orgasms for you today!”

Inga sensed his anger and allowed her face to be fucked; she would dearly be serving him with her other holes, but was also grateful for the silver chain. She promised herself to be a more obedient slut from now on.

Leif had planned to bugger her again in front of the crew to restate his ownership, but the sight of his cock penetrating this beautiful Saxon face was too much.

“Aaah suck my come, you bitch!”

Leif came, and pumped his seed into Inga’s mouth; she instinctively knew she must swallow greedily and happily.

“Thank you Master,” she said.

Leif untied her and dragged her back to his bed. Her arse would have to wait until morning. Then she would understand that he owned her.

“Bård! Olav! Wake me when we arrive at a suitable cove in the morning. We will gather supplies and mark the Saxon cunt as our slave!”


Inga awoke to the sound of shouting, and axes chopping wood. Leif had his arms around her and her collar was still attached to his belt. She struggled to sit up and Leif awoke with a grunt.

“Drink, skipper?” said Bård, offering them mead.

Leif drank thirstily and offered the cup to Inga, who quaffed it down enthusiastically, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Thank you, master,” she said, looking up at him gratefully, eyes smoldering with rebellious lust.

Leif arose, dragging Inga to her feet. The morning sun revealed the dragon ship beached on a rocky, pebbled cove, and the crew was busy gathering supplies, hunting in the woods and chopping wood for a fire.

“Tell the smithy to prepare his irons,” Leif said to Bård. “A collar for her neck, shackles for wrists and ankles, some chain, and the hot branding iron we use for the fjord horses.”

He motioned for Inga to go ashore. She climbed overboard and Leif gave her arse a playful push, and she half fell into the water, soaking her robe. She looked up at Leif with fiery eyes and straggly hair. Her bosom heaved under the wet cloth, and Leif could see her nipples stiffen in the cold water. He laughed and tugged at her rope, causing her to reach for her neck and spit.

“Now, now, bad thrall! It is time to make you mine!”

He jumped down beside her and pushed and dragged her towards a large rock further up the beach.

He grabbed the vestments and roughly pulled them over her head, slid them along the rope binding them together and passed them to Olav. She stood naked and shivering before him. The fire had now been lit, and its warmth slowly spread towards them.

“Smith? Chain her ankles together, and her wrists are to be shackled in front of her. Drive an iron stake into that cleft in the rock, and suspend her wrists from it.”

Inga looked puzzled and afraid as she was bound in this manner, looked to Leif for an explanation. Leif smacked her bare arse hard and rubbed his crotch. “Ah, good,” she thought, “he is just horny again.”

Inga was bound to the rock, arms above her head, her face and breasts forced close to the cold, hard stone. She felt her leather collar was removed, and the smith replaced it with an iron one, bolted firmly shut and attached to a new length of chain that was given to Leif.

“Time for breakfast, men!” Leif roared. “Smithy, heat the branding iron while we feast!”

Inga understood nothing of this, heard the feasting around her, felt the warmth of the fire drying her naked wetness, felt the gnawing hunger in her belly and waited for the whip she knew was to come.

Leif was suddenly beside her, stroked her back and fondled her arse, offered her some bread and freshly roasted meat. Gratefully she turned her head and ate the food he offered; she was glad he still seemed to want her alive and well.

Then he was gone, she tried to turn her head some more but the heavy collar made it difficult.

“This thrall is mine to keep,” Leif told his men. “However, if you are loyal and hard-working then I may allow her to please each one of you too.”

The men smiled and leered.

“I ask but two things. She is mine to share, so only touch her when I say. And remember, her arse is mine!” The men laughed and some looked envious; what was the divine power that this Saxon arse bestowed upon their leader?

“Just to show you how it works. Smithy? You have done well. Here is my whip. No more than 5 lashes, then you may have your way with her.”

Inga heard the quietness around her, as the men licked their lips and Leif silently handed his whip to the smithy.


“Ow!” she cried.

“Whack!” The whip struck her shoulder blades, lower back, thighs, then finally her fleshy bum cheeks.

“Whack! Whack! WHACK!!”

The final blow was harder and left a red welt on her right cheek.

“One moment, smithy, ” Leif said.

Leif knelt behind her, pulled her pelvis away from the rock, spread her thighs as far as the chain would allow, and breathed in the scent of her musk. He licked her pussy lips, inserted the tip of his tongue, and tasted her juice. His cock stiffened. Inga moaned.

“She is ready,” he said.

The blacksmith fair ran towards her ripe and peachy arse, freed his stiff member and thrust it deep inside her cunt.

“Aah!” Inga cried.

“Finish your business quickly, man. She is to have no pleasure.”

Inga felt the Viking beard on her shoulder as he held her arms and thrust into her, pressing her breasts onto the cold and damp stone.

Two minutes, and it was over. The men cheered as the smithy roared and unloaded his come into her.

Leif walked up to the fire and pick out the iron. His symbol was ornate and easily recognized, striking fear into those who would steal from him. It glowed redly in the morning light.

(If you haven’t read this first part of this story, you might want to check out “Zoie Doulos.”) And thanks to all my fans for your support! And, as always, this is for Master…


jade… she chose her name well, I thought to myself as I watched her. her Master was lounging on the couch with one leg stretched out along the length of it and the other foot on the floor while He leaned against the armrest to allow her access to His cock. she was on her side turned in to Him with her head resting on His bent leg suckling Him while He stroked her hair with the same hand He’d been wielding the whip with only a half hour ago. The whipping had not been for punishment of any kind. jade rarely gave her Master cause to punish her anymore. No, He’d whipped her because He liked it and she’d received the lashes like a true painslut.

I have always been amazed by the whippings. I have yet to truly understand what takes place between them during the times when Jared whips His treasure, but I am anxious to learn. He granted me a time of questions and answers while jade took back a little of what she had just given Him in the form of a nourishing suckling.

Over the weekend I had confessed my desire to share their world more intimately. Eventually even admitting that my feelings for them had grown to something I hadn’t previously imagined. I was amazed by the fact that, not only did they welcome my affections but also my timid desire to enter into their lifestyle. I was giddy with excitement that the admission was received with an invitation.

“Why don’t you ask Me some questions about the parts of our life that you are unsure of, Zoie? As you do I will establish some rules and guidelines for you… I’ll have some questions for you, as well, and if and when you feel you are ready to begin your training you can go to your place and gather some things for an extended stay with Us. That is, if you still believe that a submissive life is for you. Should you choose to begin training as a submissive, I believe you will need at least two weeks to begin to properly receive Domination, so for those two weeks, minimum, I will require you to stay here full time.”

“I understand, Sir.”

“Good. you may begin.”

“I don’t think I will ever receive the whip the way that jade does.”

“That was not a question. I thought you wanted to conduct an interview of sorts. That is what you said, I believe.”

“Yes, Sir…”

“Then you should begin your interview with a question.”

“Yes, Sir. Will I have to be whipped to serve You?”

“I require obedience. If it is not forthcoming I will instill punishment. I chose jade as my submissive mate because I learned quickly that she needs the whip… In the beginning she needed it for punishment but she rarely requires discipline anymore so the whippings are to sate our mutual desires for S&m… and the whip… well, it brings Me pleasure. I will learn what you need as well and you will receive it. The whip may or may not prove to be the most effective form of punishment for you.” He smiled slowly and I flushed. “No matter how I choose to discipline you, it will only be as effective as your trust in Me to do what is right by you. If you do not trust Me, there will be no way to make this work. I am already leery of training a sub that is not to remain Mine so if you are having doubts at any point before I begin, you should tell me immediately.”

“You mean I can tell You if I don’t want to be whipped…?”

“No, My meaning is I will do nothing at all to begin your training until you tell Me that you trust Me and are willing to offer yourself to my Dominance. This is not a “pick and choose what you want to do” game that We play. Once you have agreed to training, you will submit to anything I desire, including the whip if I say so.”

“Yes, Sir…”

I wasn’t sure I could ask another question. Having Jared speak so frankly to me was already causing my clit to thump.

“Is there something else you need to ask?”

jade sighed softly in her sleep and continued to suckle.

“Will I be given an opportunity to do better before I am whipped?”

“There are varying degrees and types of punishment that will only be administered if you willfully disobey or fail to try.”

Thump! Thump! Just talking to Him while He held me captive with His authoritative stare had me squirming restlessly.

“However, as I mentioned before the whip isn’t solely for discipline. Pick up the whip from the floor and bring it to me.”

“Yes Sir.” my heart was racing. Why did open my big mouth? There was no reason for Him to whip me until I opened my mouth like a tittybaby, whining about the whip.


I did as He said without speaking.

“Offer the whip to Me.”

I held the whip across my upturned palms and lifted it to Him as I had seen jade do so many times. My heart was pounding inside my chest. What was I doing? I don’t want to be whipped yet here I sit on my knees offering the opportunity for Him to do what I don’t want!

“Show me your cunt, Zoie.”

Each time He uses that vulgar word I flinched the tiniest bit but I was relatively sure it was something of which only I was aware. I put the whip at His feet and immediately I opened my legs wide and lifted the hem of my dress, then I moved my panties to the side so that Jared could see my… cunt.

“Now, is there any part of you that didn’t want to do as I commanded?”

“No Sir. I wanted to in spite of my fear.”

” Good girl,” He said as He continued to stroke the dark hair of His suckling slave. “I believe that your heart is truly submissive and I will take you under my tutelage because I have become quite fond of you, as jade has, and I don’t want you seeking out a stranger to show you the ways of the lifestyle.” He spoke to me as though the whip was not there offering Him the opportunity to do that which I fear most about my new venture. “you have seen me in action for some time now, Zoie, and I have seen you sucking in the essence of what We are. Do you want to be dominated?”

“Y..yes Sir…” I barely heard my reply, myself.

“Speak up.”

“Yes, S..sir.”

“You see Zoie, I already know and believe this to be true because in spite of your obvious fear of the whip your cunt is wet. I’ve just told you that I will whip you if I feel it is necessary and even though you are afraid, your cunt has revealed your true desires even as you are faced with that which you fear.”

I bowed my head without bothering to deny that His words were true.

“Do you have any more questions for Me?”

I made to retrieve my pad but He stopped me. “Don’t move. When you have confessed your desire to enter into service with Me, I will restrict your writing for a short time so you may as well get used to openly expressing yourself now. What questions do you still need answered, Zoie?”

” I… I…”

“I am a patient man Zoie but I am ready to begin your training. What other questions do you need answered?”

I couldn’t think of anything to ask though I had a thousand unsure thoughts in my head, so I gathered my courage and gave Him the responsibility of knowing what I need… just as He’d said He would. “Sir, I’m nervous and my thoughts are scrambled… would You please help me and tell me what You think I will need to know before we begin?”

He smiled… and having that slow upward turn of His mouth directed at me while He stared into my eyes made me quiver with anticipation.

“Do you wish to serve Me submissively… to be a slave to My desires… a bottom to My

Top…? There are many ways of phrasing what this journey will be but ultimately, you will pleasure Me in whatever I may desire and you will do it because you want and need to in order to be happy yourself. All of the uncertainties in your mind right now will cease to exist one by one after We have begun IF this is what you truly want. While you are learning I will always grant you the grace to ask, with proper respect, questions that you feel are important to your needs. So, tell me Zoie, are you willing to trust and submit to Me?”

“Yes, Jared. Yes.” My heart was leaping around inside of me and I had no idea if it was good or bad but I didn’t really care.

“Good girl. You may put the whip on the table and sit back in the chair.”

Elated, as I moved back to the chair, I could hear jade sigh again in her sleep and her mouth go back to working her Master’s cock like a pacifier.

“I said jade would take you to get some things but as I have thought about it more, unless you need to do something to secure your house for your time away, I can’t see why you would need anything. You will be naked for the majority of the next two weeks and I can think of nothing that you might need. I’ll go by and get your mail when I come home every day, but if there is something that you don’t have that you feel you’ll need you may tell me and I will consider it.”

He paused for my answer but I always turn everything off and lock up my house as though I may be gone for several days just in case it happens to turn out that way. It comes with trying to live a relatively green life. I don’t hug trees or anything but I recycle what I can and never leave unnecessary electronics running. Since He’d just told me my wardrobe would be eliminated I could think of nothing. I’ve had a toothbrush in their guest bath along with the other personal hygiene items that I preferred for some time now.

“I’m ready, Sir.”

He smiled at me, “Good girl. I want to start immediately with something I know you need help with. I am not ready to wake My sweet jade and this requires no hands on for My part.” He sat for a moment saying nothing else and I waited.

“I suppose this is going to take some getting used to for both of Us.” Another smile, that melted my heart and made me quiver, formed slowly on His face. It occurred to me then that He was waiting for something and I gasped but still made no response because I still couldn’t imagine what that something was.

“Are you aware that I want something, Zoie?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“But you don’t know what it is that I want, correct?”

I dropped my eyes to the floor, embarrassed, “Yes, Sir.”

“It’s okay, eyes up. You aren’t supposed to know because I have yet to tell you, however, because you are aware that there is something that I require of you, you should kneel before Me and ask how you may serve Me.”

Crap! I scrambled to the floor cursing myself inside for not immediately knowing this procedure considering how many times I’d seen it play out over the past few years. I knelt before Him with my hands in my lap and sitting up straight I cleared my throat and asked, “How may I serve You, Sir?”

“Let’s start with how you will address me from now on. I’m finding that I’m not really fond of Sir. It isn’t intimate enough considering We were friends before this, and Master belongs only to My jade… so… I think I would prefer you use My name in most things. I have no problem with an occasional Sir and may even like JaredSir, but for now Let’s just have Jared. Remember, there is as much in your tone to reveal your respect as in the words.”

“Yes, Jared.”

“Good. Now, take off the clothes.”

“Yes, Jared,” I said as I slowly pulled the dress over my head and put it on the floor next to me then slipped my panties down and off and put them with the dress.

“Lay on your back with your feet toward Me. That’s good… now bend your knees and spread your legs wide, I want to look at you. Wider, Zoie.”

I felt my face flush a deep red at the same time a new rush of juices formed between my folds and I did exactly the humiliating thing He had instructed me to do.

He stared between my legs for a long time before speaking, “There is an almost imperceptible flinch from you each time the word cunt is spoken. Tell me why.”

“Jared, I… I have… never been comfortable with the vulgarity of that word.”

“Would you say that what you are doing now, spreading your legs wide for Me to look at you is vulgar?”

“Um… yes… yes, I suppose so.”

“If you suppose so, then the answer is, yes, Jared.”

“Yes, Jared…”

“Yet you did it without question and certainly without flinching.” What He’d said was not a question and I was relieved not to have to answer. “Tell Me, Zoie, what am I looking at between your legs? Before you answer, you should know that I prefer the word cunt. And… I want to hear My name.” He never took His eyes off the pulsing, wet place between my legs.

“You…I mean… Jared, you are looking my… c..cunt.” I was humiliated and amazed at how ready I was to explode into orgasm at the same time.

“Take your right hand and swirl circles around the clit with your two middle fingers.”

I did as instructed and my breathing grew rapid and shallower.

“Good. If you are wet enough I want you to put your two middle fingers inside and move them in and out slowly.”

If? He had to be joking! I was dripping!

“That is very good. Now tell Me what you are doing,” He smiled confidently, “and be very specific.”

“I’m.. Jared, I’m f..fucking my c..c..cunt with my fingers!”

“Good. Now just say the word.”

“C..cunt…” The place in question was now milking my fingers.





jade stirred and started to wake but Jared put His semi-hard cock back in her mouth and cooed her back to sleep.

“That’s good, Zoiegirl, you may stop now and get back on your knees.”

I was loathe to stop the masturbation, I couldn’t believe how horny I was from my first task as a willing submissive but if it continued this way, I might have to have a new name too! (Maybe there is something that means I’ll fuck anything for You if you tell me to in another language that starts with the letter Z?) I managed to remove my trembling fingers from my starving pussy and do as I was told while He continued speaking to me in that strong but soft way.

“Tonight you may rest in the guest room. It’s been a long few days for Us all. There will be no clothes, no pubic hair, no touching yourself and absolutely no orgasms. If you fail in this, I expect complete honesty. If I find that you have touched or cum and did not tell Me, your punishment will be much more severe than had you told Me to begin with. No silly genital words… that is a cunt and that is how you will refer to it from this day on. You will bathe when you are told to and that will be under jade’s supervision. You may go to bed now; jade will have your instructions in the morning. It will be a long day so try to rest.”

“Yes, Jared.”

I didn’t believe that I would be able to sleep with my clit engorged and my… cunt throbbing from the very brief finger-fuck. However, I put my clothes in a pile in the corner of the bedroom and giggled just a bit when I thought about the fact that I would not wear clothes again at all for at least two weeks. Then my exhausted naked body was between the cool clean sheets and as soon as my head was on the pillow my eyes were fluttering closed.

I awoke sometime in the very early morning hours to jade’s soft moans and as I lay there listening to the sounds of Jared using His jade hard and fast, my fingers found their way to my cunt. I tried telling myself to stop but myself did not obey. I pushed the thoughts of disobedience from my lust hazed mind and I masturbated to the sounds of their loving just as I had done so many times without their knowledge and I came when I heard jade cum. Then my eyes were so heavy that I didn’t even bother covering back up. I drifted off with the knowledge that I would have to confess my sin in the morning and that made me shiver.


jade woke me at eight the next morning and together we stumbled to the shower with our eyes only half open. In the shower, she bathed herself first and instructed me to kneel on the floor until she could get to me. Everything she told me to do was in the same polite way that she had always spoken to me but now I knew the words were her Master’s and that through her, He was commanding my service. I watched her wash herself thoroughly with the soapy rag until her skin was red from the hot water and the rough scrubbing and I started to ache between my legs while I watched the trails of thin suds run down her beautiful body.

“Master says to scrub until we tingle,” she told me with a slowly waking grin. “You can stand up now… and… you should try to think about something else? It helps if you don’t focus too fully on the rag.”

Don’t focus on the rag? What on earth was she talking about? I was still fully aroused from the night before and from watching her go through the everyday motions of bathing. The rag was definitely not my focus… until the moment she touched my skin with it. When the rough fabric made a path across my flesh, it suddenly became very clear. I gasped. I don’t know how, but it was uncomfortable to say the least, and highly erotic at the same time!

“i know…” jade whispered sympathetically. “Jared is particularly fond of these rags because they are not very soft. i’ll try to go quickly but i have to be thorough. When i get to your cunt you should really try to talk about something… it should distract you enough to keep you from cumming.”

Crap! The memories of secretly sharing her orgasm in the night came crashing in around me and my whole body went red before she even had a chance to wash it. I groaned an anguished cry in my throat.

“i’m sorry, Zoie! Try talking about stupid drivers? That always gets you riled up and maybe you won’t get too horny.”

“It isn’t the washing,” I said, a little too soon because just then she rubbed the cloth over my puffy lips and up the crack of my ass. My legs shook so bad I thought I would slip down. “oh god…”

“It sure seems that way to me,” she giggled and I felt her big soapy nipples on my back.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Oh… No. Don’t tell me. Wait until we get downstairs and tell Master.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

“Well it’s already sounding like a confession and that is something best left for JaredMaster.” she turned off the water and then dried me with a soft fluffy towel. we towel dried our hair then combed it out but left it damp and tousled and went downstairs to Jared.


He is so beautiful, I thought to myself as I looked at Him sitting at the table with a towel around His waist and His long legs stretched out while He read the paper. I watched jade who knelt beside Him. i took my lead from her and we both waited for Jared to acknowledge us. He finished the article then set the paper aside.

“Good morning, girls! I hope you both slept well.” He smiled at us and I felt a sudden rush of pride at being addressed as one of His girls, then intense guilt at having failed Him already. He looked at jade and patted the table in front of Him and she smiled brightly as she scrambled up on the hard smooth surface to give Him His first breakfast. I dropped my gaze to the floor.

“Is something wrong, Z? You aren’t looking very happy this morning. Have you changed your mind about us already?”

I looked up quickly. He was moving jade to the edge of the table and spreading her legs wide. “Oh no, JaredSir, not at all! I want it more than ever…”

“Um hmm…,” He said, already distracted by jade’s luscious cunt, He swirled His fingers in the honey that collected there.

“Sir.. Um Jared?”

He turned to me and held me with His intense stare, giving me His undivided attention.

When I started to speak, the words came out like a crashing wave. My mouth was working to explain and my mind was screaming, please don’t whip me! “I failed Jared, I failed! I woke last night to jade’s moaning and.. and I was so sleepy but so needy and I couldn’t help myself, I just… couldn’t stop my fingers in my pussy, I mean cunt! My cunt! I couldn’t stop, Jared, I came! I came when jade came! I’m so sorry, Jared. I’m sorr..”

Jared held up His hand and I stopped immediately. “Thank you for your honesty, Zoie. You will, of course, be punished but right now I’m going to enjoy My morning jadehoney and not think about this. Go upstairs and wait for Me. Take a kitchen chair to your room and sit in it with your legs open until I am ready to deal with you.”

“Yes, Jared..”

I went upstairs and sat in the hard wooden chair, waiting for Jared with my legs wide open and wondering how I went from Zoie, observer/writer, to zoie, disobedient slut. It was slightly chilly in my room so my nipples tightened up and stayed that way. What was surely only minutes felt like hours while I waited… and it gave me time to reflect on the fact that I never once thought of NOT doing as He’d instructed this morning. I wanted this. I wanted His guidance and instruction and yes… His discipline. Because I knew with all of that, came His fierce protection and maybe someday… His love.

Jared came into the room still wearing His towel but now it was tented in front. I felt miserable for causing Him to have to punish me after His jadecunt breakfast.

“Get on your knees, Zoie.”

“Yes, Jared!” I went to the floor and put my forehead down in one motion.

Jared sat down in the chair and I started to tremble, not knowing what was in store.

“Your true master may not require you to kneel in His presence, you know.” He spoke calmly… even softly. “There are only certain times that I require it of jade… to greet Me when I come home and… before punishment. The rest she does of her own free will. You’ll learn these things and many more from Me and from your true Master as you proceed in your new life.”

“Yes, Jared…”

“One thing, you must learn from the very beginning though, is that the body your submissive soul is in, no longer belongs to you. Every part of you belongs to the One you choose to give it to. And if memory serves me correctly, last night you gave it to Me. Even if this is only to be temporary, you are Mine now. your body, including your cunt, and your orgasms are no longer yours. I am aware that you have not yet fully succumbed to your submissive desires but it will happen. When it does, you will be amazed how easily it all falls into place. If it doesn’t then… your submission to Dominance is not what you are seeking.”

“Yes, Jared… I’m sorry I failed You.”

“I know you are, but there will still be punishment. I briefly considered a warning but you’ve been with us too long to need coddling. Most of this should already be ingrained in you if only by observation. Stand up.”

I moved slowly, standing on my trembling legs and clasping my hands in front of me, feeling very shy of His sea green eyes, but not failing to notice the intense thump in my clit.

“Put your arms by your sides. That is a beautiful body and you should never hide it from Me. Now come and lay across my lap.”

This was ridiculous! He was going to spank me like a child. I found the thought humiliating and infuriating and yet… I did as He told me, all the while trying to deny that the throbbing between my legs meant I wanted to have my ass spanked.

“I won’t ask you to count this time but in the future it will be expected of you, because it helps you to focus on something besides your own pleasure. This might not feel like it at the moment, but very soon you will understand how serious I am about My possessions.”

The erection that He’d entered the room with was still there and very prominent under my left rib cage, which made the throbbing inside me even worse.


Holy crap! Instantly my ass flamed hot from the sting of His hand and there was no denying how serious He was. And I was furious that He could think I would ever be able to cum, even involuntarily while He hurt me!


The tears were there in an instant and I even heard the yelping that escaped me from where I hid in my fog of shame and pain.

Jared softly stroked my fiery ass, “Relax… clenching doesn’t do anything but hurt My hand and if I’m going to hurt, I may as well make it worth the pain.”

The threat of greater punishment along with the gentle stroke of His fingers on my flaming ass made it easier for me to unclench.


I cried out now and I didn’t care that I was loud.


“Oh god, Jared! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”



I couldn’t stand it! I was moving my hands to cover myself when He paused and spoke.

“Fifteen seemed fitting but if you try to stop me I will make it thirty.”

I jerked my hands away and used them to cover my face for the last blow.


The last one was as hard as the first, as were each one in the middle. I was sobbing now but somewhere deep inside, though I wasn’t ready to admit it yet, I knew it had not been unbearable. There would be no marks because there was no true harm done to me. And… the tears were as much if not more from the humiliation of it all as from the spanking itself.

Jared let me stay there while He softly stroked my bottom. Every place He touched seem to light up again but… not in a painful way. Then something amazing happened… He slid His finger down my warm slit until He reached my clit. He circled it once and then He slipped it inside me. I was shocked at how easily it slid inside and how incredibly slick it felt coming out.

“That was very good, Zoiegirl. I am pleased that you didn’t fight Me. I sincerely hope that punishments to follow, and there will be more punishments, rest assured, will not be because you have failed to learn that this is Mine.” As if to punctuate, His finger plunged inside me again. “Orgasms are now gifts from Me to you. If you take one that isn’t given, is it still a gift?”

“N-no, Jared.”

Jared fucked me slowly with His fingers and new tears formed in my eyes as I realized I was truly wet for Him, even after what He’d just done to me. Or… was it because of what He did?

“What do you call someone who takes something that doesn’t belong to her?”

“Ahhh.. a thief, J… Jared…”

“Do you think thieves should be punished, zoie?”

My mind was a fog of delightful pleasure and mass confusion and insult as Jared worked His fingers in and out of my sopping cunt alternately with swirling them around my clit.

“Yes, Jared! Oh yes!”

“Good. I’m glad We understand each other.”

With that, Jared pushed me off His knees to kneel again… completely aroused and completely unsatisfied!

I stared at Him, my eyes wide and my anguished and lusty breaths coming in gasps.

“you belong to Me, zoie, and so does the arousal that is making that sweet cunt quiver, and I don’t want you to cum for the time being. This is as much a part of your punishment as the spanking you just received. Orgasm denial will be part of your training when I see fit but it will also be punishment when necessary. Get back in the chair. you will stay in it for one hour. During which time, you will think about how your ass feels on that hard chair as opposed to the way your clit is throbbing now. I want to know how you intend to avoid this type of failure in the days to come… and what the pain combined with the pleasure makes you feel when We eat supper tonight. Do you understand?”

While He had spoken Jared was busy binding my knees wide open to the sides of the chair and my hands behind me in a reverse “prayer” position.

“Yes, Jared… I understand…”

“I imagine that your tender ass will continue to ache… The sensation will make you want to wiggle about. That, along with the exposure of that hungry cunt might tempt you to wiggle in a way that will relieve your quivering need. I advise against it.”

With those ominous words Jared left me bound and helpless in the chair.

Argh! How could He be so sure? I was pouting. I was pissed off. And I was horny as hell.

jade came in only a few minutes later carrying a baby monitor.

“This used to be mine. JaredMaster used it during my training year. He says you are not to speak unless it is an emergency… He also says discomfort other than needing to use the bathroom is not an emergency,” she gave me a sympathetic smile and then she went back downstairs to her Jared.

He was right, of course. My tender flesh was starting to burn in a whole new way. It wasn’t like the initial searing sting of the slap, but more a smoldering coal. The chair felt like a raw splintered board on my tender cheeks and to my awe and wonder, my cunt loved it. The more I thought about being over Jared’s knee, completely vulnerable and exposed to Him… how utterly humiliating it was… The more I also reflected on my willingness to do it. I was not bound. I did not resist. I freely gave Him my ass to hurt. I wanted it. I… needed it. And I knew with complete certainty, that I wanted more. I wanted everything He desired and I wanted Him to be proud. I wasn’t deceiving myself… oh no… I was still scared as hell of the whip! But I also knew that I would strive to avoid it by doing everything I was told. The ultimate cause for punishment was willful disobedience or failure to try. That, I would not, could not, do again.

My cunt throbbed harder and grew wetter as I sat there thinking about the pain of the whipping. The pain that wasn’t truly harmful… and the humiliating position of being spanked like a child. I blushed and I felt my hips start to wiggle… I had to think about something else. How long had it been? This hour would seem like an eternity. I could hear Jared and jade talking and I tried to concentrate on their voices coming through the monitor instead of the heat that was coming as much from my need as from my ass.

The monitor, it appeared, was a two way version. Jared was talking to jade about what He expected her to do while He was gone. I made some mental notes on the things she would be expected to do with, for, and to me and then I held my breath when I heard Him say,

“Come here, baby.”

“Yes, Master!”

There was a slight pause then,

“Could you hear us?”

“Yes, Sir..”

I could tell that her breathing had quickened.

“Did it make my little jade wet? Oh, yes! That sweet little cunny is soaking My fingers… I think My jade got quite hungry didn’t she?”

“Yes! Yes, JaredMaster!”

“Does my pain hungry slut want a spanking of her own?”

“If it pleases my Master?”

“Oh, it definitely pleases Me. Get on the floor. I want you on all fours.”

Another pause… and I heard a kitchen drawer slide open and utensils being moved around…

“I think we’ll use a wooden spoon, zoie!”

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! He was talking to me because He knew I could hear them!

“jade isn’t particularly fond of it, but by the time I’m done? she’ll be hot as a little pistol and ready to blow!”


jade made a little yelp and so did I! I swear I was feeling my spanking all over again!

“One! Thank You, Master!”


“Four, JaredMaster! Thank You!”


“Six! OhMasteryes! ThankY..”


“Nine! Thank You Jared! Oh p-please i…”

“That’s my sweet jadegirl! you so are beautiful when you submit!” “zoie, you are not to cum. Do you understand?”

My whole body shook as I struggled with the desire to succumb to my bliss but I knew if I failed again I too might suffer the spoon!

“Yes, J-Jared.. I under… stand…”

I could barely breathe.


“Master! Eleven! ThankYou! Please!”

“Please what, My sweet possession?”


“Please Master! Oh! Fifteen! Please may i pleasure You now?”

” Yes. Yes, you may. Kneel up… hands behind you… good girl. Now open your mouth, baby… oh! Oh yes… my jade has the sweetest little mouth, zoie… Mmm…”

Oh. My. God. I clenched my eyes shut and my teeth together. I tried to block the sounds from my ears and the sight of jade getting mouthful after mouthful of Jared’s beautiful cock from my mind but… my imagination was running wild. My writer’s imagination revealed everything to me in exquisite detail. His right hand fisted in her hair… His left hand under her chin to hold it in precisely the position that suited Him best… The tears that weren’t from crying but from restraining her urge to gag rolling down her cheeks… The way His entire cock disappeared into her mouth and throat and the way His pubic curls hid her nose when His balls were pressed to her chin… I was throbbing. My ass felt like it was getting hotter rather than cooling off and my clit was throbbing hard like a runner’s heart after a hard workout. I breathed heavily through clenched teeth as the image of Him pulling out to stroke Himself in front of her with the slick coating of saliva that comes from deep in her throat burned itself into my eyelids. Then I chanted. It came to me as though I’d been doing it forever…

“This is not mine. Not my pleasure… This is not mine! This is not my pleasure! Forbidden… Forbidden… Forbidden…

It was amazing. I took myself into a place where even though I heard the moaning and the slurping sounds… even though I could feel the throbbing between my lips… it was all wrapped in a cloud. A thick white cloud that kept everything soft and just out of reach. I know that isn’t exactly clear but that’s the point. My chanting clouded the rest of the world and kept me away from the edge of bliss.

I must have passed the entire hour in my cloud because the next thing I was aware of was the water running in the shower in my room. I drifted out of the soft white cloud and found Jared squatting in front of me fully dressed and untying my knees.

“I am pleased with how you restrained yourself, Zoie. It took jade some time to learn how to resist her urges. I suppose you’ve learned a lot, watching her for the past… four years, is it? Five?” Jared smiled at me and I nodded while I whispered an exhausted, “Yes, Jared.”

“I want you to shower again. You worked up quite a sweat. You may wash yourself but jade will need to watch you. I don’t want you to have gone through all of this just to succumb to your soapy hands in the shower.” He finished with a wink then pressed His lips to mine in a soft sweet kiss. “I’m going to work now but jade has instructions for the two of you today. You did good, Zoie.” He stroked my hair once then left to kiss jade goodbye, while I lifted myself off the chair and walked slowly to the shower with my swollen clit still thumping.

I didn’t use the rag and was grateful that I wasn’t required to. I mostly just rubbed my ass with my soapy hands while jade stood in the door of the shower telling me about the rest of our day to come.

“The list is really for the week. We can choose different things to work on and try at our discretion. Master thought… well he suggested that during the day while it’s just the two of us, you might be willing to tell me the things that most interest you , or concern you, or make you most horny? Like… is there something that really scares you and you just aren’t sure of or… something you definitely want to try? You should take advantage of this freedom we have during the day to test some of your limits. Don’t misunderstand, though, eventually we have to do everything on the list and there may be a day that He specifies what we will work on, but today because you did so well during your punishment, He wants you to choose something.”

I considered what she said while I dried off and she brushed through her dark hair.

“Well… I guess I should want to start with something easy but… I really have no idea what that would be. Why don’t we just close our eyes and point at the paper? We’ll do the two things we touch first.”

Giggling, jade said, “That could be interesting!” then she went to the bed and picked up the legal pad she’d taken Jared’s notes down on and brought it into the bathroom and placed it on the counter. She held up one finger and I mirrored the action as we stood in the bathroom nipple to nipple and let our peripheral vision guide our fingers to rest on the pad. Eyebrows up in anticipation we both turned toward the pad to see what the day had in store for us.

jade was touching the word training in the sentence that read… Begin training for anal use.

“So… whatever else we do today, will have to be done while you wear a plug, okay?”

My eyes were wide but I knew that this was one of the things I would do. “Okay, yeah… sure.”

We looked at the pad again and found my finger on the word pain. Crap.

“It says, Try out some of the different pain toys to get an idea where Zoie’s threshold may be. DO NOT push her but let her tell you when to stop. Well? Is there something that comes to your mind that you might want to start with, Zoie?”

“No. I don’t want to choose. You pick.”

“Okay, there is a new plug in my room for you to use just come in there when you are ready and we can start. Are you still okay with all of this?” jade looked at me as if she were trying to see inside my soul.

“I have no idea how long my subconscious has desired this? But I know beyond doubt that I am more than just okay with this. I want very much to find the place inside me that seeks Domination and fill it completely. Even if my desire turns out to be a small cup, I want my cup to runneth over! Yes, jade. I’m okay and I can’t tell you how long it has been since I’ve truly felt… okay. Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.”

“You are very welcome! i am so happy this is happening! If i had only known sooner we would have you begging to be cropped by now!”

I swallowed hard and jade laughed and left me alone while she went to prepare things. I looked at myself standing naked in front of the mirror. Not just at my reflection but really looked at this new woman with the pale hard nipples staring back at me. I couldn’t recall when I had looked at myself like this. A mirror is for hair and makeup, right? I lifted my hands and cupped my heavy breasts lifting them slightly and turning the nipples in between my fingers and thumbs. Then I slid my hands down my sides and along my hips. I liked the way they flared out and made my waist look small. Then very carefully I cupped my hand over my mons and used my first two fingers to open my swollen lips. Barely concealed by the puffy lips was an equally swollen and protruding clit. I smiled at the thought that if I looked closely enough I would probably be able to see the thump thump that was pounding away inside it even now. I liked what I was seeing. The changes were subtle, but smiling at my naked body would only be subtle to those who didn’t know my naked soul.

On the bed in jade’s room were two plugs. One still in the package and a black one to the side, three different lubes, some different types of nipple clamps, a spiny wheel thing that frankly scared the hell out of me, some candles, a small crop, a whip with tiny rubber strings, a thin stiff leather paddle, and some other things that I couldn’t quite absorb. Wow.

“we’ll put the plugs in first and then just see what happens with the rest of this stuff,” jade said as she grinned at me with her hands palm up in a ‘let’s just wing it!’ gesture.

“Plugs? As in, I have to wear two?” This was getting a little nerve wracking.

she laughed out loud and nearly snorted, “No silly! The other one is for me! we are in this together. i do what you do. Maybe, if you can see me do these things, you know, one on one… it will make it easier for you to do them too?”

I smiled, “That would be really nice.”

Stepping closer to me, jade pushed my hair out of my eyes and took my hand to pull me onto the bed that was covered with paraphernalia. We kissed softly and touched lightly just to ease into what might otherwise have felt awkward.

jade kissed lightly down my body and was careful not to get me too aroused. she spoke softly between kisses and had me relaxed and ready in no time.

“i’m going to lube you first and i’ll be putting my fingers in, okay?”

I nodded.

she put some lube in her hand and rubbed it on the fingers of her right hand then she rubbed the palm of her left hand down the crack of my ass then back up letting the lube do its job. The feel of her soft hand made my legs open and lift like a whore and I blushed deeply but I couldn’t have stopped to save my life. Then she moved her hand behind her and rubbed up and down her own crack.

“On the days that JaredMaster has me prepare for anal service i’ve found it easiest to insert it in the missionary position but if you prefer you can roll to your side or stomach.”

“Let’s try it this way?” I asked.

“Okay, do you want to do it yourself or would you like me to?”

“I… I have never had anything in my ass before. Well… one finger from time to time when I masturbate but that’s it. I don’t know how I want to do it.”

“i’ll start and if you want to take over just tell me, okay?”


jade opened the new blue plug and got up to wash it. For a moment I lost myself in the way her soft body moved when she walked. They gentle sway of her hips made my cunt wet. Then she was back and kneeling between my legs. she lubed her fingers again having just washed off the excess while she washed the plug. she slid her fingers up and down the crack of my ass softly rubbing in the lube like a massage but being careful to avoid my pu… cunt. Then she stopped at my tight little hole and slowly… slowly pushed the tip of her finger inside me. It felt good. It felt real good… then the finger went further and further inside and the real good went away. When she added the second finger I whimpered. But jade cooed and shushed me like a crying baby and before long she was pushing the two fingers in and out like a small cock. she praised me the way Jared does her with good girl compliments and when I stopped whimpering she pulled out her fingers and reached for the plug. she positioned the tip of the plug, warmed by its bath, at the opening of my ass. Slowly, she pressed and I felt it forcing my ass open again. It had graduating sections each a bit larger than the one before it and I currently had only the first section inside me. I took note that even the largest section didn’t seem to have the same girth as Jared and was only slightly comforted by that knowledge. Each section opened and stretched me a bit more and so far I found no pleasure in it whatsoever. Except… possibly… the look on jade’s face each time she was able to get another bulbous section inside me. I would say it was a look of pride and pure lust. I moaned loudly when the last section went in and jade slid up my body and kissed me deep and hard.

“You did it, Zoie! You did so good,” she whispered in my ear and her ragged breathing told me she was aroused by what she had just done to me. “Do you want to put mine in or shall i do it?”

“Do you want me to do it? I mean… I think I’d like to watch you this time. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“i’ll do it and you watch me. Then next time you can do it for me.” she smiled and I smiled back wanting to kiss her again.

jade’s plug was different from mine. It was black and it looked more like a torpedo. It was tapered at the tip and got thicker in the middle, easily the size of Jared’s cock then it tapered again at the base with a suction cup on the bottom. jade lubed her fingers again and stroked the plug like she was masturbating a cock then she ran her fingers up and down her ass before slipping one and then two inside to coat her inner wall with lube. she was on her back with her legs spread and I was watching the way her small hole slowly stretched as she worked the plug in and out in a fucking motion taking a bit more of it with each stroke. It fascinated me to see the mixture of pain and pleasure lust on her face while she stared into my eyes and slowly fucked the plug into her own ass. I realized as she moaned through a bit more of the big plug that mine didn’t hurt anymore. In fact, I caught myself clenching it. Gripping it with my muscles to keep it snugly in place and the thumping in my clit had intensified.

jade shuddered as she finally seated the plug fully in its place and I watched her steady her breathing. she was fully aroused and her big dark nipples hard and tight. With her legs spread lewdly apart I could see the inner walls of her cunt opening and closing like tiny contractions.

“jade! you didn’t cum did you?”

“No, but having you watch me made it a close call!”

“That’s my good girl!” Jared’s voice startled me so bad it shook me to my core!

jade scrambled off the bed and knelt before Him and I quickly followed suit though, a bit more awkwardly with the invader of my ass still stuffed in place.

“i’m sorry, Master! i had no idea it was so late! i let the time get away and Your lunch isn’t ready!”

Jared chuckled, “Relax, Darling, it isn’t lunchtime yet. I simply forgot some files with all the new goings on around here. It’s only ten my sweet girl.”

“Oh. That… That’s good.”

Jared laughed again, “Is my sweet jade struggling with her arousal today?”

“Yes, Master! It is very difficult to restrain.”

“Well you did a very good job with your plug and I know you’ll manage today.”

“Yes, Sir…”

“And what about zoiegirl? How are you doing with your orgasm restriction?”

“Jared, Sir, my ass was virginal and I am feeling the pain more than pleasure… for now.”

“Ah. For now meaning… you already believe that you will eventually know pleasure from anal service?”

“Yes, Jared.” I smiled because I was truly proud of this revelation.

Jared squatted down in front of me and pressed my knees apart. Then He slipped two of His long fingers inside me. “I would say that is quite right, zoiegirl! Oh yes! Quite right.”

I was wiggling on His fingers while He felt deep inside my slick hole.

“What is this?”

“My cunt, Sir.”

“Almost… but not quite.”

“What is this?”

I was confused and now in real danger of cumming in spite of the pain in my ass.

“M…my c..cunt, Jared?”

“No zoiegirl. This cunt is Mine.”

“Yes, Jared! Your cunt! Your CUNT!

“Good girl…”

He moved to jade and pulled her head back by her hair and buried His face in her neck where He sucked and nipped while He fingered her cunt the same way He had mine.

“What is this, jadeslut?”

“Your cunt, Master!”

“Ahhh… yes it is. I believe I’d like to be sucked before I return to work.”

“Yes, Master!” jade said as her hands flew up to His zipper and soon she was slurping on His hard cock while He pumped in and out of her mouth. Jared stopped and asked why I was still sitting there on my plug when He’d expressed the desire to be sucked. I worked my way quickly to jade’s side realizing I was going to need to get used to the idea of participating rather than just watching.

He swapped to my mouth and I heard Him ask jade about all of His things out on the bed while I tried to force Him beyond the bend in my throat.

“we chose two things to work on today… anal service training and pain threshold. we haven’t yet started on the pain, though after the anal training zoie might disagree.”

“Bring me the rubber whip.”

“Yes Master!”

jade brought the whip and Jared switched to her mouth as He took the whip from her hand. I wanted His cock back in my mouth but when He swung the whip and landed the blow on jade’s back, I started to question that desire. Maybe He should just stay where He was!

“We haven’t used this one in a while, have we, jade?”

“No, Sir!” she said with a gasp when He pulled out of her mouth.

“Tell Our zoiegirl how it feels.” He punctuated with another lash on her back while she bobbed her head up and down on His cock again.

jade came up for air and to obey His command. “It stings! Like tiny rubber band snaps!”

Jared stabbed her mouth with His cock again but looked at me, “Are you ready for your turn?”

My mouth hung open and my mind was screaming no, No! But my heart and my body said, “Yes, Jared.”

He turned to me and I leaned in to take Him into my mouth. Immediately I lost myself in the beauty of His long hard dick sliding in and out of my mouth. He pulled out slowly and I let my lips cling to Him as long as possible, then SWICK!

It was a perfect description. It felt like a hundred tiny rubber band pops on my back at one time. It stung fiercely but… It was worth it if I could have that gorgeous cock in my mouth again. SWICK! More stinging and I was gritting my teeth but I didn’t fail to notice that my mouth watered for Him and the throbbing in my clit was more intense than ever. I got to suck some more and I savored it. That long lovely shaft slid in my mouth and I reveled in the veiny surface and the heat radiating off it.

Jared turned back to jade and I sighed heavily with pleasure and closed my eyes to keep the image of His rippled abdomen in my mind.

He tossed the whip on the floor and tucked Himself awkwardly back in His pants. “You can move on to another whip if you’d like. I’d say this one is an acceptable choice.”

I heard Him laugh and I slowly opened my eyes. My mouth was still open and I was running my tongue along my lips.

He bent to kiss jade and run His fingers inside her. “Are you close, baby?”

“Oh yes! Yes Master!”

“So is Zoie. Be careful today. Not too much at once.”

“Yes, JaredMaster.”

He turned to me and kissed me softly. Remember how you restrained yourself this morning? Use it whenever you believe you are close to cumming. It will not only ease you but also let jade know when she should be cautious.”

“Yes, Jared.” I managed a breathy reply.

Then He turned and went back to work. Calling back to jade that He would work through lunch since He’d taken this time and she needn’t worry about preparing anything for Him.


The nipple clamps seemed to be a fairly safe choice to add to the morning training. I had no idea. Clover clamps, she’d told me, when she settled them onto my nipples. The pain was, at first, not entirely unpleasant. That is, until we began to move around doing our morning chores. Making beds, sweeping or vacuuming, dusting… all simple tasks until I realized that each movement of my tit that took pressure off the chain was quickly answered with a slight tightening, like taking the slack out of a rope tie down. OUCH! But still… worth finding out what my reward would be if I completed the day without failure.

I cried hard when jade took the clamps off. All that blood rushing back into my nipples caused a stabbing pain that I was not prepared for, but she sucked them and kissed them gently and stroked my clit very softly with her delicate fingers. In a very short time, I was moaning with need and the sharp pains had receded to dull ache that… amazingly to me… felt… good.

After lunch we tried some other things, The Marauder’s Wheel, was the name for the scary spiny thing, which as it turns out didn’t hurt as much as I expected, but there was no pleasure in it either. jade and I agreed that clinical trials versus use in an erotic way would probably produce different results, but she also admitted that she rarely received anything from it except the pleasure of Jared’s enjoyment from using it on her.

“Would you like to know a secret?” she whispered conspiratorially to me.

“Of course!”

“i dream sometimes that the wheel draws blood and that I take great pleasure from it. i have no idea why… i mean… there are lots of dreams and fantasies that are erotic to me… but that doesn’t mean i want them all to come true.”

“I know exactly what you mean. It happens to me too! Although, some of them have actually happened since Friday night.” We giggled and moved on to another of the items on the bed.

The day passed quickly and I made it through all of the items on the bed without stopping jade because it hurt too much and without cumming. We removed our plugs and tidied ourselves up, fixing hair and putting on make-up then went downstairs to fix supper for Jared. A couple of times during the day I’d marveled at how easy and even natural it felt to be completely naked with jade all day. I was aroused, of course, by certain brushes of skin or the sight of her nipples hardening with each task, but even when we’d sat down to lunch together… being naked just felt good. More than once I reminded myself that Jared was expecting something of me at dinner but the day had been so full, I’d had little time to reflect on it. So, while jade prepared the fish, I sat at the table making a salad and tried to form in my mind the response that He’d requested.

Everything was finished when Jared’s car pulled into the driveway so jade and I took our places in the foyer. I wasn’t told to do so, but it felt right for me to be just slightly further back than jade when we knelt, so as we knelt I shifted back to keep jade in the forefront.

“Ah… what a beautiful sight!” Jared’s voice was soft and had hint of intensity in it. I tried to imagine what it might feel like to be Him. What He was seeing when He walked through His front door must surely be an ultimate MAN fantasy but… He was looking at the real thing.

“Stand up girls; I want to look at you.”

We both got to our feet and Jared looked at us as though searching our faces for something, then He gave a broad smile.

“I don’t see any sad faces or disappointment so let’s eat and you two can tell me all about your day!”

At the table, jade and I told Jared all that we had done during the day. I was humbled by the way jade bragged on me but I was also proud. Even I was confident about what I had endured and how I’d managed to control myself and my orgasmic urges.

“I’m very proud of you zoie. Did you think about what I asked of you this morning?

“Yes, Jared.” I cleared my throat and tried to recite all that had gone through my head in regards to my answer. “I admit that I have no idea how I will avoid failing You in the future… but I do know that the more I please You? The more I want to please You, and I believe that the more I see You look at me the way You have this evening, the more I will strive to please You and not fail. And the mixture of pain with pleasure is something I very much want to explore further… I like the way it feels.”

When I finished, I looked directly at this man I had so willingly given myself up to and I knew without a doubt that my words were true.

“That pleases Me very much.” Jared reached out and took my hand before adding, “We are looking forward seeing you bloom, zoiegirl.”


It wasn’t long after we’d finished eating that Jared took a hand from each of us in His and led us upstairs. He made us sit side by side on the foot of the bed and when He had our undivided attention He spoke.

“Anal training is very important to Me as I truly enjoy fucking every hole My girl has to offer. Consequently, it has been on My mind since I left you two for the second time this morning. I will be using your ass tonight zoiegirl and while I do, you’ll be helping Me with something I’ve been working on with jade. I’m going to get out of these clothes, while I do I want the two of you to enjoy a little pleasure in each other. Just remember jade, she is not to cum.”

“Yes, Master”

When He turned and left the room jade reached for me and we fell into each other’s arms. We’d played and kissed an touched a bit all day but we hadn’t fully indulged in the pleasure of each other. When I felt her soft lips pressed to mine some sort of switch went off inside me. I was so hungry for affection that I submersed myself in the wonder of it. There had been more of this in the past few days than I’d had in the past few years but I hadn’t let myself believe in the reality of it until that moment. I’d been so afraid that this whole thing might blow up in my face that I was never really letting myself believe in it. Now… pulling jade into my arms while she kissed me hard and deep, I dared not only to believe that everything I’d been wanting was falling into place but that I had truly found the rest of my life in the love of my two friends.

We were wrapped completely in each other… arms, legs and lips when Jared returned and He moaned low and guttural at the sight on His bed. He put His hands gently on my hips and pulled me down to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed then set to work binding His jade by the wrists and ankles to each of the four bed posts, spreading her wide.

He looked down at me after He added the ball gag to His sweet submissive and spoke in that soft but commanding voice.

“Did you have any problems with being bound to the chair this morning zoiegirl?”

“No, Jared.”

“Good. I know you are more than willing to enjoy licking cunt so I’d like you on your knees between jade’s legs. Position yourself so that you can reach her with your mouth when told to.”

“Yes, Jared!”

I climbed on the bed and assumed the position that He’d instructed for me. Then He placed me in wrist cuffs and ran rope through the loops and pulled my hands under jade’s thighs before tying the ends off at the head posts.

“I’m not going to tie your legs apart unless you can’t manage to keep yourself open and in position for Me. Do you want to taste her zoie? Does her wet cunt call to you?”

“Oh! Oh yes, Jared!”

“Good. But you should know that you are not indulge your desires. You have not been given permission to taste because jade’s cunt is Mine. So unless or until I say you can, there will be no cunt for you.”

I was breathing hard and my mouth watered for jade’s sweet taste, and I was amazed at how strong the desire to lick and suck her hard little clitty pulled at my gut. This was something I never dreamed I’d truly want to do… before.

“Y.. yes Jared…”

“Good girl! My jade has expressed a deep need to protect you from the things you fear. I intend to show her that she need not fear for you by keeping her helpless while I use you tonight. Now, I know she would never try to stop Me because she knows that I will never truly harm either of you, but this is an exercise in the truth of that matter.”

I was starting to tremble all over. Just what was He going to do? My answer came when He laid the crop on the bed within sight. Oh. God. At least it wasn’t a whip, I told myself, right before He put a short whip next to the crop. Fuck!

“I’m going to give you a reward for doing so well today zoie. You may cum if you feel the need, but I will be using your ass and while I do, I will be using the crop and the whip.”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I was shaking all over now and I heard jade whimper when she felt my trembling. Something cold on my soon to be violated bud, jerked me out of my stupor. He was lubing me for His cock! I felt His finger prodding at hole and I jerked just a bit which earned me a sound swat!


“If you wiggle about too much I will tie your knees apart.”

“Yes… S..sir.”

“Good girl!”

His finger pressed against me and I felt it slide slowly in. Then he pulled it out and I felt His other hand come from underneath to lightly stroke my swollen needy clit. I moaned loudly at the feathery touch and He inserted the digit into my ass again. Slowly… slowly He fucked me with His long finger while His other hand barely stroked at my eager clit. I didn’t know whether I was nearing bliss or plunging into pain but the more He worked His finger into me the more I relaxed into it. When He added another one I tensed again and He increased the pressure on my clit. I wanted to cry and at the same time I wanted to cum! The conflicting sensations had my mind spinning! When I felt the third finger being added to my tight hole I cried out and jade pulled at her restraints. I looked up at her and knew that she wanted to touch me… to soothe me…

Interlude‭ ‬1-Amanda and Mark

Amanda realized that the problem was basically that she kept underestimating Elaine.‭ ‬She had underestimated how Elaine would respond to a physical relationship with her,‭ ‬she underestimated how Elaine would react to the party in Las Vegas and finally,‭ ‬and crucially for this phase of Amanda’s life,‭ ‬she had underestimated Elaine’s willingness to enter slavery.‭ ‬Amanda wondered that if she had simply told her old roommate what she was planning for her Elaine would have come along willingly,‭ ‬or at least put up enough of a fight with Roy that Amanda’s plan could have gone through.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬Roy had swept in and poached Elaine right out from under Amanda and Amanda’s get out of trouble card was gone.‭ ‬Now she had to work off her debts and she was not happy about it.

Elaine seemed like such a helpless waif that it was easy to forget hat she was a capable woman.‭ ‬Elaine had lived in both New York and Los Angeles on her own.‭ ‬In the city,‭ ‬not the suburbs,‭ ‬something that Amanda was not even willing to try.‭ ‬Elaine could be independent and strong,‭ ‬it was just in some areas,‭ ‬sex mostly,‭ ‬she liked to be led and dominated.‭ ‬Amanda had to remember not to take Elaine’s sexual submissiveness as a sign that she was weak and incapable of taking care of herself.‭ ‬She knew Elaine was painfully shy,‭ ‬but when she had worked at the Canyon she had to make presentations to every new employee,‭ ‬and they had a pretty high turnover rate there.‭ ‬There were things that scared Elaine,‭ ‬but Amanda knew that once her pretty former roommate and lover made her decision to do something,‭ ‬she jumped in all the way.‭ ‬Amanda hoped Elaine was enjoying her life as a slave.‭

‬Amanda had by now realized that she was in love with Elaine.‭ ‬She knew she should not have feelings like that for someone who was a mark for her,‭ ‬but there was no real denying it.‭ ‬That was why she had dragged things out so long with Elaine and why she had left without finding a buyer.‭ ‬She wanted Elaine for herself and was angry she had let the chance go.‭ ‬She thought often about Elaine’s beautiful body squirming deliciously under her,‭ ‬how her little pet had sobbed like a baby the first time Amanda had made her orgasm.‭ ‬What she really missed was how Elaine performed oral sex on her,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬She had been an eager and able learner and by the end no one was better at eating pussy than Elaine.

Well,‭ ‬that was in the past,‭ ‬Amanda thought bitterly.‭ ‬Her life had taken a turn for the worse after Elaine.‭ ‬Her real estate deal should have set her up for the next few years,‭ ‬at least given her a financial cushion.‭ ‬Instead the whole market had collapsed and Amanda lost not only her money,‭ ‬but the money of people who did not like losing money.‭ ‬They had called in their loans,‭ ‬Amanda could not pay.‭ ‬Frank Goller had bought her debt in exchange for Elaine.‭ ‬The plan was simple,‭ ‬Amanda was going to lure Elaine to a weekend in the desert then get her to sign the enslavement papers.‭ ‬Amanda was not quite sure how she was going to do that,‭ ‬but Elaine was never able to say no to her so Amanda knew she could do it.

Then along came Roy and everything went to hell,‭ ‬again.‭ ‬Roy had slashed her tires‭ (‬at least he had been good enough to buy her new tires later‭) ‬and stolen Elaine out from under her.‭ ‬Amanda was completely out of luck,‭ ‬out of options.‭ ‬The only thing she had left was herself,‭ ‬she knew that selling herself into slavery was an option.‭ ‬But Amanda had a talent that made her very useful.‭ ‬Amanda had the ability to find slaves.‭ ‬Amanda could not explain how she did it,‭ ‬but if she was in a room full of people she could tell who was naturally submissive.‭ ‬Once she located likely prospects she would move in,‭ ‬like a hunter searching out prey.‭ ‬She would get to know them and pretty quickly she could tell if they were just submissive or if they were a slave waiting to happen.‭ ‬If they were just submissive,‭ ‬Amanda would,‭ ‬if she had time,‭ ‬have a fun little fling with them then move on.‭ ‬If the woman was a slave,‭ ‬Amanda would stay around,‭ ‬break down her defenses and get her to sign the papers making her a slave.‭ ‬Amanda would sell her to a broker,‭ ‬Rex Owens was her usual contact,‭ ‬or straight to a buyer if one was available.‭ ‬The process would take anywhere from a few days to a month.‭

Over the years she hold sold six women into slavery and could have done a few more had she chosen to pursue them,‭ ‬but Amanda had other interests,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬She worked as a river guide and had missed at least two sales by going on river trips instead.‭ ‬There had been one guide on one of her trips who was a delicious submissive and Amanda could have gotten her,‭ ‬but Amanda wanted to keep her around as a playmate for future trips.‭ ‬Then she had gotten married and that was that.‭ ‬Amanda realized she had missed a few lucrative opportunities.

Elaine had been a beacon.‭ ‬Amanda had been drifting a bit and started working at the Grand Canyon as a front desk clerk as a way to kill time until her next adventure.‭ ‬When she was checking in and going through new employee orientation Elaine had given a presentation on insurance and vacation.‭ ‬Amanda had been floored,‭ ‬she had never experienced any woman who was so obviously a slave.‭ ‬Elaine needed a roommate and Amanda talked to the housing manager,‭ ‬it did not take her too long to get him to put her with Elaine.‭ ‬It should have been simple,‭ ‬break through her defenses and sell her,‭ ‬two months,‭ ‬tops.‭ ‬But Amanda had stayed for a year.‭ ‬She was too into Elaine,‭ ‬Elaine was a luxury,‭ ‬she became Amanda’s de-facto slave and Amanda loved every minute of it.‭

Looking back,‭ ‬all of this could have been avoided had she just sold Elaine when she first had the chance.‭ ‬But she had gotten too attached and that was a mistake.‭ ‬Elaine was a luxury,‭ ‬a beautiful,‭ ‬submissive woman who really enjoyed where Amanda took her.‭ ‬She had been kindness and company in a life that Amanda realized was lacking in both.‭ ‬And she was great in bed,‭ ‬the things that woman could do with her mouth amazed Amanda and Amanda had been with a lot of women.‭

Now the chain of events had led to Mark buying her debt.‭ ‬Mark was a modern day feudal baron in rural Nevada.‭ ‬He had a huge ranch near the town on Elko,‭ ‬Nevada.‭ ‬He also owned the nicest casino in town,‭ ‬the brothel,‭ ‬a mine or two and interests in about anything else of value in the county.‭ ‬That was just he legal activities.‭ ‬He was also a member of the Association and dealt freely in slaves.‭ ‬Amanda suspected that not all the slaves he acquired were acquired legitimately or disposed of legitimately.‭ ‬As odd as it sounded,‭ ‬there were rules and etiquette for this sort of thing.‭ ‬She knew he was a pot dealer and he did it by the bale,‭ ‬not by the bag and suspected he controlled the meth trade in the area.‭ ‬He was rich‭; ‬he was,‭ ‬within his local area,‭ ‬powerful‭; ‬and not overly burdened by scruples.

He was a good looking man,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He was in his early‭ ‬40s with short,‭ ‬brown hair that was starting to thin.‭ ‬He had a neatly trimmed mustache and a handsome face.‭ ‬His build was stocky and muscular,‭ ‬Amanda had watched him wrestling down cattle with his ranch hands and had been wrestled down by him a few times already herself.‭ ‬He was urban and sophisticated with a ruthless edge to him.‭ ‬Amanda was attracted to him,‭ ‬she could see being in some sort of long term arrangement with him if she could just spend most of her time out of Elko.

Sam was the muscle behind Mark’s operations.‭ ‬He had the look of ex-military or ex-CIA.‭ ‬Short,‭ ‬powerful with an assortment of scars and tattoos.‭ ‬He also had a huge cock‭; ‬Amanda had quite enjoyed the one time she was with him,‭ ‬but he was too obsessed with Elaine to spend much time on Amanda.‭ ‬Sam was the guy Mark sent when people needed to be dealt with.‭ ‬If you were lucky,‭ ‬Sam just hurt you until you agreed to do whatever he asked.‭ ‬If you were unlucky you simply disappeared and were never seen again.‭ ‬Amanda wanted to get on and stay on his good side,‭ ‬but she feared for Elaine if he got his hands on her again.

Amanda herself was a good looking woman in a very distinctive way.‭ ‬She was fair skinned with pale blue eyes and a pretty face.‭ ‬She was very fit and solid.‭ ‬Years of hiking,‭ ‬biking,‭ ‬rock climbing and rowing boats had given her a chiseled build.‭ ‬All of that would be enough to make Amanda a beautiful woman,‭ ‬but her hair was the topper.‭ ‬Amanda had a huge head of curly red,‭ ‬hair.‭ ‬It would stay tied back if she worked hard enough at it and tied it back with some extra strength hair ties.‭ ‬But if she did not stay on top of it,‭ ‬and she usually did not,‭ ‬it would fall loose.‭ ‬She was a natural red head and proud of it.‭ ‬If anyone doubted she was natural,‭ ‬she kept most of her fiery pubic hair to prove the point.

Amanda’s new duties were not too bad,‭ ‬she had to take care of Mark while she found two slaves for him.‭ ‬Sam was too obsessed with Elaine‭ (‬wasn’t everybody‭?) ‬to take much notice of Amanda,‭ ‬and aside from an occasional night,‭ ‬left her alone.‭ ‬Amanda did want to get some warning to Elaine,‭ ‬but was not sure how.‭ ‬Mark was not bad,‭ ‬if you liked power he certainly dominated his little corner of the world,‭ ‬and he wasn’t bad to look at.‭ ‬He did not have the sadistic streak Sam did,‭ ‬if you reminded Mark every now and then how powerful and important he was he was easy to handle.‭ ‬What annoyed Amanda was that he kept her on a short leash.‭ ‬Amanda had to find him two slaves to settle up her debt.‭ ‬She was good at that,‭ ‬she could find two in a few months easily if she was turned loose.‭ ‬Unfortunately,‭ ‬and irritatingly,‭ ‬Mark kept her close.‭ ‬There was not a lot of prospects in Elko and Wells,‭ ‬Nevada.‭ ‬There were not a lot of good looking women period and finding one with the right mindset was impossible.‭ ‬If he would let her go to Las Vegas or even Reno she would have one quickly.‭

Amanda walked into Mark’s office‭; ‬he had called her in and most likely wanted to get laid.

‭”‬You do realize that if you let me go to Las Vegas I could have you a slave within a month,‭ ‬right‭?” ‬she said as she sat on the corner of his desk.‭ ‬She was aware her skirt was riding up and she was showing a lot of her muscular thighs.

‭”‬I realize that,‭” ‬Mark said.‭”‬But not only would I be deprived of your company,‭ ‬but there are things going on and I want you here until everything settles back down again.‭”

“But Elko is such a little shithole,‭” ‬Amanda complained.

‭”‬Be careful,‭ ‬my dear,‭ ‬this is my home,‭” ‬Mark warned.

‭”‬Hey,‭ ‬if you’re a cowboy or a miner it’s great,‭ ‬but if you are a hot redhead on the prowl,‭ ‬it is boring,‭ ‬dirty and small,‭” ‬Amanda said.

‭”‬I’ll tell you what,‭ ‬Amanda,‭” ‬Mark said.‭ “‬In about a week,‭ ‬things will be different and I will send you to Las Vegas or Reno or Los Angeles or wherever you need to go to fulfill your obligations to me.‭ ‬But for now,‭ ‬you stay put.‭ ‬Understand‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬Mark,‭” ‬Amanda sighed with exaggerated drama.

‭”‬Right now,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬I am feeling a little horny.‭ ‬So please to go my bedroom and prepare yourself,‭ ‬I will be in shortly,‭” ‬Mark said by way of dismissal.

‭”‬Why wait‭?” ‬Amanda said seductively and slid her skirt up a little more.‭ ‬Amanda found power sexy and this office was the seat of Mark’s power.‭ ‬Mark leaned back in his chair.‭ ‬He was not telling her to go so she continued.‭ ‬She slipped her dress off and wiggled out of her bra.‭ ‬She could see a bulge forming in Mark’s pants and smiled.

Amanda leaned forward,‭ ‬her breasts hanging down and kissed Mark.‭ ‬The sunlight from the open curtains fell on her body,‭ ‬lighting up her curves and her red hair as it fell across her shoulders.‭ ‬Mark reached up and cupped Amanda’s breasts.‭ ‬He started to stand up,‭ ‬but Amanda put a light hand on his chest.

‭”‬Oh no,‭” ‬she purred,‭ “‬you stay put.‭ ‬Let Amanda take care of it all.‭”

Mark smiled and relaxed back into his chair.‭ ‬Amanda kissed him again then knelt between his legs.‭ ‬She pulled off his cowboy boots and set them beside his desk.‭ ‬Then she reached up and unzipped his pants.‭ ‬With a little help from Mark,‭ ‬she pulled off his pants and underwear and folded them neatly.‭ ‬She knelt back down,‭ ‬gave Mark a wicked little smile then draped her hair across his thighs.‭ ‬She bobbed her head up and down and back and forth,‭ ‬brushing him with her hair,‭ ‬but with each pass she gave his hard cock a quick lick.

Amanda took Mark’s shaft in her hand,‭ ‬gently rubbed it a few times then took the tip in her mouth.‭ ‬Amanda liked to suck cock.‭ ‬It gave her a feeling of control and power over the man,‭ ‬she could decide how much pleasure he got.‭ ‬She was not a big fan of having her face fucked,‭ ‬but she liked deep throating on her own.‭ ‬And she liked the taste of cum,‭ ‬there was a lot to be said for that.‭ ‬Amanda sucked Mark’s cock slowly,‭ ‬deep throating him them pulling all the way off,‭ ‬kissing the tip them taking him in again.‭ ‬She could tell from his breathing and the feel of his body that Mark was really enjoying this.‭ ‬She knew she could never get Mark under her spell,‭ ‬but she could make him happy enough to get him on her side.

Amanda stood up,‭ ‬keeping one hand on his wet cock she climbed on his lap.‭ ‬She smiled,‭ ‬kissed him once quickly then guided his cock to her wet slit.‭ ‬She lowered herself on him,‭ ‬taking him inside her.‭ ‬She sat all the way down on it and wiggled her hips,‭ ‬feeling his pubic hair tickle her butt.‭ ‬She grabbed hold of the arms of the chair and went to work fucking Mark.‭ ‬She circled her hips as she rode up and down on his cock.‭ ‬Amanda was hoping for an orgasm,‭ ‬as much as she liked sex she did not cum that often,‭ ‬usually when dominating another woman.‭ ‬There was something about Mark that turned her on,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬and she felt herself getting closer and closer as she mounted him.‭ ‬She reached the point where she knew it was going to happen,‭ ‬she was almost there.‭ ‬She relaxed a little and changed her motions just enough to get a little extra rub on her clit.

‭”‬Oh,‭ ‬yesssss,‭” ‬she moaned as she came.‭ ‬She bounced a little harder and rode it out.‭ ‬When she finished she could tell Mark was close,‭ ‬too.‭ “‬Can you cum in my mouth‭?” ‬She asked him and Mark nodded.

Amanda climbed off and dropped back to her knees.‭ ‬She gobbled up his glistening cock,‭ ‬tasting her juices on him.‭ ‬Amanda loved the taste of pussy,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Elaine would always be her favorite,‭ ‬there was a certain sweetness to her,‭ ‬but she liked her own,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Amanda sucked fast and Mark blew his wad in her mouth.‭ ‬Amanda eagerly lapped up the cum,‭ ‬savoring each little bit and sucking until his cock was empty.

There was a knock at the office door and a cowboy came in.‭ ‬He seemed a little startled to see Amanda on her knees but kept his composure‭; ‬this sort of thing was not unheard of around here.

‭”‬Boss,‭” ‬he said to Mark,‭ “‬Dave’s got the Blazer hung up on some rocks and we need the tractor to get it off.‭”

Amanda licked Mark’s cock one last time and winked at the cowboy.

‭”‬I’ll be right there,‭” ‬Mark said and the cowboy left.‭ “‬Well,‭ ‬back to work.‭”

* * * * * *****

Interlude‭ ‬2-J.J.‭ ‬and Anna

J.J.‭ ‬was tied to the bed while Anna rode him.‭ ‬He had to admit that for a forty year old,‭ ‬Anna was in great shape.‭ ‬Her body was taut,‭ ‬her skin smooth.‭ ‬Her blue eyes stared down at him and her stern features had a grimace that could either be pain or pleasure‭; ‬or,‭ ‬more likely,‭ ‬pleasure mixed with disapproval for J.J.‭ ‬He was kind of annoyed that even as she slid up and down on his cock,‭ ‬her hair was still up and perfectly neat.‭ ‬J.J always thought a woman’s hair should be free and messy when she fucked.

The real problem,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬was that J.J.‭ ‬did not like Anna in the least.‭ ‬He had been using her to get information on Roy,‭ ‬the sex had just been part of it.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬was honest enough to admit he liked having sex with Anna,‭ ‬pussy was pussy after all,‭ ‬he just did not like her.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬had done a lot sexually,‭ ‬with both men and women.‭ ‬He found that usually he liked being dominant and in charge.‭ ‬He enjoyed forcing his will upon others,‭ ‬especially people weaker on body or spirit than he was.‭ ‬Anna had been the first time he had been dominated by a woman,‭ ‬it had been an interesting experience,‭ ‬not always to his liking.‭ ‬It was different being the one who had to serve another,‭ ‬the one being punished rather than the one doing the punishing.‭ ‬On the whole,‭ ‬he liked inflicting pain better,‭ ‬but being dominated got him into Roy’s house.

It had also gotten him into Elaine’s mouth.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬was bright enough to understand that when Anna had Elaine suck his cock it was a power game.‭ ‬Anna was using him as an instrument of her control over Elaine and using Elaine as a way to control him.‭ ‬He didn’t care,‭ ‬he got to have a beautiful woman suck his cock.‭ ‬He liked spanking her hot little ass,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬Soon enough he’d be fucking that ass.‭ ‬That though brought a smile to his face,‭ ‬if she only knew what was going to happen to her.‭ ‬Sam was paying him‭ ‬$10,000‭ ‬to deliver Elaine to him.‭ ‬That was on top of the‭ ‬$10,000‭ ‬Mark was paying him to spy on Roy.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬had to laugh at it all.‭ ‬On top of what he was getting paid for his real job,‭ ‬he was getting‭ ‬$20,000‭ ‬tax free and he would take his time delivering Elaine to Sam.‭ ‬Not too long,‭ ‬but long enough to really enjoy that little slut.‭ ‬Even as Anna rode him,‭ ‬he closed his eyes and imagined Elaine.‭ ‬He got a sick,‭ ‬sadistic pleasure thinking of how Sam was going to make her work off that ten grand,‭ ‬he’d like to be a fly on the wall for that one.

Anna slapped him across the face,‭ ‬first with one hand then the other.‭ ‬He had shaved today,‭ ‬at Anna’s request,‭ ‬and his cheeks were particularly sensitive.‭ ‬She had ridden his face for a while earlier and said that his stubble irritated her thighs.‭ ‬He’d have to do something about her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He was having some‭ “‬friends‭” ‬at Immigration review her case for any irregularities.‭ ‬So far there was nothing,‭ ‬but in this day and age he could probably get her detained or deported for something.‭

J.J.‭ ‬was getting close to cumming,‭ ‬he hoped she wouldn’t stop now.‭ ‬She’d done that a few times and that really pissed him off.‭ ‬Fucking without cumming was like being kicked in the balls,‭ ‬but the effect lasted longer.‭ ‬When she did that he would have to spend the night watching porn and whacking off and even then it was not the same.‭ ‬No,‭ ‬she was cumming,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He closed his eyes and remembered how Elaine’s ass felt under his hands.

Anna had no illusions about J.J.‭ ‬She despised him as much as he despised her.‭ ‬Anna longed for a strong man who would be her equal.‭ ‬She had a huge thing for Hunter,‭ ‬but knew he was not in the market for an equal,‭ ‬he wanted cute little submissives like Elaine.‭ ‬But if she could not find a man who was strong enough to be her equal,‭ ‬a weak man whom she could dominate was the next best thing.‭ ‬J.J.‭ ‬was the worst kind,‭ ‬he was a weak man who tried to be a strong man.‭ ‬He was a bully,‭ ‬and a sadist.‭ ‬He puffed himself up and preyed on the weak.‭ ‬Well,‭ ‬Anna was not weak and she enjoyed humiliating him in bed.‭ ‬She liked the sex,‭ ‬she enjoyed riding his cock and having him eat her out,‭ ‬but mostly she liked putting him in his place.‭ ‬If he was to be weak enough to let her do the things she did to him,‭ ‬then he deserved her contempt.‭ ‬She thought that his slovenliness was both a sign of his laziness and disorganization and a feeble attempt at rebellion.

Anna knew that J.J.‭ ‬was a cop,‭ ‬she knew he was passing information to Mark and she suspected he had plans for Elaine.‭ ‬She led him along,‭ ‬fed him bits and pieces of information and kept him coming back for more.‭ ‬It was just a matter of time before he turned on her and she relished the chance to take care of him once and for all.‭ ‬It had been a few years since Anna had killed a man,‭ ‬she considered herself retired,‭ ‬but would enjoy slipping a knife between his ribs.‭ ‬For now,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬she had other plans.‭ ‬She pushed her hips back,‭ ‬it would bend J.J.‭’‬s penis in a way he did not like,‭ ‬then ground‭ ‬down on to him.‭ ‬She was cumming and celebrated by slapping J.J.‭ ‬across the face.‭ ‬Nothing but contempt,‭ ‬she thought as she slapped him again.


Interlude‭ ‬3:‭ ‬Free Day,‭ ‬Elaine and Roy

Anna returned home that morning in a good mood.‭ ‬She was humming to herself as she helped Elaine from Roy’s bed back to her rooms in the attic.‭ ‬Anna changed the bandage on Elaine’s brand and left some pain killers by the bed.‭ ‬The German woman stocked the refrigerator with a few meals and kissed Elaine on the cheek.

‭”‬Good little slave had a rough night,‭ ‬did she‭?” ‬Anna asked.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine said softly.

Anna smiled softly,‭ ‬kissed Elaine softly on the lips this time and left,‭ ‬locking the door behind her.

Elaine was glad,‭ ‬and a little surprised,‭ ‬for this kindness.‭ ‬She was still wrecked from the night before and really not up to dealing with being paddled or humiliated by Anna.‭ ‬Roy had carried her back to his room after the branding and taken her a couple of more times during the night.‭ ‬At one point she vaguely remembered begging Roy to stop,‭ ‬that she had had enough,‭ ‬but he ignored her and kept pounding away at her aching body.‭ ‬Her pussy felt like someone had taken a power sander to it and her ass felt like she had been fucked with a baseball bat.‭

Then there was her brand.‭ ‬It still hurt,‭ ‬and it hurt a lot.‭ ‬Roy had given her some pain killers that were just starting to work.‭ ‬She needed them for her entire body,‭ ‬Elaine thought ruefully.‭ ‬Roy had covered up the brand with a bandage to keep it safe until it healed,‭ ‬he was not going to stop using her until it healed,‭ ‬he assured her.‭ ‬As much as the physical pain,‭ ‬there was the psychological damage of it.‭ ‬Even if she were suddenly freed,‭ ‬she would still carry the mark of being a slave on her body forever.‭ ‬She tried to imagine that someday she would be a free woman,‭ ‬find a nice man and get married.‭ ‬How would she explain the‭ “‬R‭” ‬burned into her bottom‭? ‬Could she tell him she was a slave‭? ‬She couldn’t,‭ ‬she was Roy’s now and forever.‭ ‬And to be honest with herself,‭ ‬she really didn’t want a nice man

It had been an amazing night,‭ ‬despite all the problems her brand created.‭ ‬Her whole body ached not just from the cocks inside her,‭ ‬but the many,‭ ‬many orgasms she had experienced.‭ ‬She had wanted Roy and Hunter both inside her at the same time and they had been more then happy to oblige,‭ ‬but not until they had fucked her senseless first.‭ ‬She was becoming addicted to that sort of thing,‭ ‬to multiple partners and rough sex.‭ ‬She had been pushed to her limits and beyond last night,‭ ‬and this morning the pain was the price.‭ ‬Even without the brand,‭ ‬she did not think that she could ever go back to her boring,‭ ‬lonely life.

Elaine sat in a daze in her room after Anna left.‭ ‬She knew she should shower first,‭ ‬she was covered in dried cum and lube,‭ ‬but she couldn’t.‭ ‬She poured a glass of red wine and sent it on its way to her stomach to give the pain killers a hand then fell asleep on her bed.


Roy sat in his office.‭ ‬He was tired,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬It had been a long day yesterday:‭ ‬the driving,‭ ‬the planning,‭ ‬and talking to Hunter would have been enough to wear him out on most days.‭ ‬Then the time with Elaine,‭ ‬that had cost him sleep and his stomach felt like he had been doing sit-ups all day.‭ ‬Even his cock was a little sore from fucking Elaine so much.‭ ‬He was not going to complain,‭ ‬having a sore dick from fucking your beautiful slave too much was not going to garner a lot of sympathy.‭ ‬He knew he needed rest,‭ ‬this was going to be one of those days where he slept for sixteen hours,‭ ‬but at least he would be fresh for when the crew started north the day after tomorrow.

Roy had called Leon to the house.‭ ‬He had sent out the pictures of J.J.‭ ‬and now had the information back.‭ ‬He did not really like what he had discovered.

‭”‬I got the report back on J.J.,‭” ‬Roy said to Leon,‭ “‬can you get word to Hunter‭?”

“Sure.‭ ‬What’s up‭?” ‬Leon asked.

‭”‬He’s a fed.‭ ‬Alcohol,‭ ‬Tobacco and Firearms,‭” ‬Roy said with a frown.

‭”‬ATF,‭ ‬eh‭?” ‬Leon looked amused.‭ ‬He had never had a high opinion of the ATF,‭ ‬he liked the Marshals and the FBI,‭ ‬but to him ATF was the junior varsity.

‭”‬Word is he’s crooked,‭ ‬too,‭” ‬Roy said.‭ “‬He was reprimanded due to that gun-running sting into Mexico.‭ ‬It looks like he was suspended,‭ ‬facing disciplinary charges but then the whole thing was suddenly dropped.‭ ‬No one knows why,‭ ‬but rumor has it he blackmailed the right people.‭ ‬My contacts say that he was sent undercover about a year ago,‭ ‬which was the same time he started working at the warehouse.‭ ‬After that he pretty much stopped reporting and no one asked any questions.‭ ‬It seems like he’s on the payroll,‭ ‬but doesn’t actually do anything for the ATF.‭ ‬He and Anna hooked up pretty quickly after that and since then she’s relied on him as her contact at the warehouse.‭”

“Do you think Anna knows‭?” ‬Leon asked,‭ ‬Roy could already see Leon making plans to take care of J.J.

‭”‬I doubt it,‭ ‬but does it really matter‭?” ‬Roy answered with a shrug.‭ “‬I don’t trust her anyway and now I know I was right in suspecting J.J.‭ ‬I know Anna’s been having Elaine blow him,‭ ‬most feds who aren’t crooked would not go for that,‭ ‬so I thought it would rule out him being a cop.‭ ‬But if he’s on the take,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬that would make sense.‭”

“Should I take him out before we go‭?” ‬Leon asked eagerly.

‭”‬I ran it by Greg,‭” ‬Roy said.‭ “‬His thought was that killing a federal cop the day before we leave to sell a bunch of illegal arms would be a bad idea.‭ ‘‬It would complicate things‭’‬.‭ ‬They would start asking questions,‭ ‬that would lead them to Anna and from Anna to me.‭ ‬Greg says his people in law enforcement have not heard of anything going down,‭ ‬so I don’t think we have to worry about ATF.‭ ‬If we have to worry about anything it’s for whom he’s crooked.‭ ‬After we get back,‭ ‬it would be nice if he disappeared.‭”

Leon smiled.

‭”‬That’s it for today,‭” ‬Roy said rising from his chair and walking Leon to the door.‭ “‬Thanks for coming over.‭ ‬I did not want to tell you this over the phone,‭ ‬I’m sure you understand why.‭”

“Of course.‭ ‬Tomorrow for the meeting‭?” ‬Leon asked.

‭”‬Five pm,‭” ‬Roy answered.

‭”‬Get some sleep,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬Leon suggested,‭ “‬you look beat.‭”

“Leon,‭ ‬I am heading to bed,‭ ‬alone,‭ ‬and will sleep like the dead until tomorrow morning,‭” ‬Roy said with a smile as Leon left.

Roy left instructions with Anna not to be disturbed unless it was an emergency and to let Elaine rest today.‭ ‬He wanted Anna to change the dressing on Elaine’s brand again later and make sure she had enough painkillers to get through the day.‭ ‬Then he climbed into his bed and fell deeply asleep.


The Party Day

The full day off had helped Elaine recover.‭ ‬She had not left her room,‭ ‬not even tried.‭ ‬She slept for three hours and felt refreshed enough to shower.‭ ‬It had taken some careful scrubbing to get all the dried semen off of her body.‭ ‬Roy and Hunter had done a number on her,‭ ‬but she eagerly anticipated being fucked like that again.‭ ‬After the shower she had eaten,‭ ‬Anna left her a nice sandwich,‭ ‬had some more wine and channel surfed for a while.‭ ‬She popped a vicodin and realized how little she cared about what was going on in the outside world right now.‭ ‬Most of it seemed so inane and irrelevant,‭ ‬just noise to keep people occupied.‭ ‬She dozed off and on,‭ ‬ate dinner then crawled into bed and slept soundly until the next morning.

Elaine was a beautiful woman at the age of thirty and becoming more so as she embraced her slavery.‭ ‬She was short,‭ ‬maybe‭ ‬5‭’‬2‭” ‬and slim.‭ ‬She had a flat stomach:‭ ‬smooth,‭ ‬but not ripped.‭ ‬Her breasts were small,‭ ‬firm and very sensitive.‭ ‬She had narrow hips and great legs.‭ ‬Her beautiful thighs,‭ ‬silky on the inside,‭ ‬funneled you in to her pleasure center.‭ ‬Her calves were a little thin,‭ ‬but tapered into graceful ankles and delicate feet with a high arch and red painted nails.‭ ‬Her ass was exquisite,‭ ‬perfectly shaped with a pale complexion.‭ ‬Her dark blonde hair fell straight to the middle of her back.‭ ‬Full cheeks and a pretty face were highlighted by her beautiful,‭ ‬big blue eyes.‭ ‬She had a slender neck and shoulders that seemed to call out not only to be kissed,‭ ‬but held roughly while pleasure was forced from the rest of her body.‭

Elaine woke up feeling better.‭ ‬She ate a light breakfast,‭ ‬had some coffee then checked her door.‭ ‬It was open so she went downstairs.‭ ‬She was not sure where she was heading,‭ ‬but decided to stop by Roy’s room and see if he was there.‭ ‬She peeked her head in and saw him sleeping in the middle of his bed,‭ ‬the sheets and blankets askew.‭ ‬She saw one of his legs,‭ ‬poking out.‭ ‬It was a nice leg,‭ ‬she thought.

Roy was‭ ‬22‭ ‬years old,‭ ‬broad shouldered with strong hands and great legs.‭ ‬He had short sandy blonde hair and a mustache,‭ ‬goatee combination.‭ ‬He was just over six feet tall with a slightly hairy chest and a ripped stomach.‭ ‬He definitely kept himself in shape.‭ ‬He had great legs,‭ ‬just the right amount of hair and chiseled,‭ ‬she loved rubbing herself on those powerful thighs.‭ ‬His eyes were closed,‭ ‬but she knew he had penetrating steel blue eyes beneath his lids.

She quietly crept into the room and into bed beside him.‭ ‬He was naked as she curled up next to him,‭ ‬pressing her body against his.‭ ‬She took a deep breath of his scent and sighed happily as she lay with her owner.‭ ‬He had done so much to her:‭ ‬raped her,‭ ‬abused her,‭ ‬violated her every way possible,‭ ‬shared her with other men,‭ ‬whipped her and finally branded her.‭ ‬And all Elaine could think was how much she wanted him.‭ ‬She had told him she loved him after he and Hunter and finished with her,‭ ‬she was not sure that that was true,‭ ‬but there were deep feelings for this strong young man she could not explain.‭ ‬All she knew was that she wanted him and she craved what he did to her.

Roy began stirring.‭ ‬He realized Elaine was with him.‭ ‬Elaine felt his hand slide up onto her head,‭ ‬he gently took hold of her hair and pushed her head down to his crotch.‭ ‬Elaine moved the blanket and sheets aside and saw Roy’s cock was already awake.‭ ‬She had always heard about what guys called‭ “‬morning wood‭”‬,‭ ‬now she had an up close look at it.‭ ‬Elaine thought that Roy had a beautiful cock,‭ ‬big,‭ ‬straight and he certainly knew how to use it.‭ ‬How a young man of‭ ‬22‭ ‬could be so good at fucking was a mystery to Elaine,‭ ‬but she was not to going ask too many questions,‭ ‬she was just going to enjoy it.

Elaine held his shaft in one hand and began licking it from base to tip in long,‭ ‬slow strokes.‭ ‬She imagined an ice cream cone,‭ ‬and she was licking to get every delicious bit of it.‭ ‬She cupped his balls with her hand and put the tip of his cock in her mouth,‭ ‬but only for a second.‭ ‬She returned to just licking.‭ ‬She felt Roy’s muscles tense and rubbed his legs with her hands.‭ ‬She was not surprised when Roy took her head and pushed it onto his cock.‭ ‬Elaine let Roy push her head all the way down onto his shaft,‭ ‬gagging only briefly as he entered her throat.‭ ‬He let go of her and Elaine did the rest on her own.‭ ‬She braced her arms on the bed and slowly sucked Roy’s cock,‭ ‬moving her head up and down,‭ ‬taking the tip from her mouth to her throat and back again.‭ ‬Elaine took her time,‭ ‬she enjoyed the feel of Roy’s muscles tensing,‭ ‬his stomach flexed,‭ ‬his legs straight.‭ ‬Roy came with a deep sigh and groan,‭ ‬and Elaine dutifully sucked every last bit of cum out of his cock.

‭”‬Good morning,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine said and kissed his thigh.

‭”‬Good morning,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ ‬running his hand through her hair.‭ “‬Why don’t you go get us some coffee‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine rose and padded downstairs on bare feet.

Anna was in the kitchen,‭ ‬there were boxes of food and catering trays on the counter.‭ ‬The tall,‭ ‬blonde German was checking a list and busy at work.‭ ‬Elaine did not want to disturb her,‭ ‬but she also had to bring Roy the coffee he wanted.

‭”‬Excuse me,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine said politely.

Anna looked up,‭ ‬an annoyed scowl briefly crossing her face.‭ “‬What is it,‭ ‬slave‭?”

“My Master asked that I bring him coffee,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine informed her.

Anna sighed.‭ “‬You know where everything is,‭” ‬she waved at the coffee maker.‭ “‬After you finish with your owner,‭ ‬come back down here.‭ ‬I have work for you today.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine slipped over to the coffee maker,‭ ‬ground the beans and started brewing coffee.‭ ‬Elaine was curious about all the dishes and food.‭ ‬She knew that if there was any gathering of people,‭ ‬she would be part of the entertainment.‭ ‬As much as she wanted to ask about it,‭ ‬she knew that Anna did not like her asking questions and would surely punish her if she did.

When the coffee finished brewing,‭ ‬Elaine brought the carafe,‭ ‬two cups and a little container of milk back up to Roy.‭ ‬He was sitting up in bed with a happy grin on his face.‭ ‬Elaine poured the coffee and climbed back into bed next to her owner.‭ ‬Her owner,‭ ‬she thought with a little thrill,‭ ‬she belonged to him.

‭”‬We have a busy day ahead of us,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ ‬inhaling the aroma of the coffee.‭ “‬I am having some business associates over today.‭ ‬We have some planning and preparations to do.‭ ‬Do not concern yourself with the details,‭ ‬it’s not your place.‭ ‬If they so desire,‭ ‬and I’m sure they will,‭ ‬you will entertain them.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she took a sip of her coffee.‭ “‬May I ask how many people will there be‭?”

“Let’s see,‭” ‬Roy began ticking off his fingers,‭ “‬Greg,‭ ‬Freddie Eel,‭ ‬Faybio,‭ ‬Leon and me.‭ ‬So five men.‭ ‬Maybe a woman if Greg brings his slave along.‭”

Elaine took it in.‭ ‬Five men would be inside her today,‭ ‬five men satisfying their desires on her small,‭ ‬tender body.‭ ‬She was just getting over the worst of being sore from Hunter and Roy and now there would be five men using her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine said softly.

‭”‬Scared,‭ ‬pet‭?” ‬Roy asked with a chuckle.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine answered.

‭”‬You’ll do fine,‭” ‬Roy assured her.‭ “‬Besides,‭ ‬it pleases me to watch you getting fucked by other men.‭ ‬I love watching you squirm and cum and I love seeing them hurt you.‭ ‬You are beautiful when you’re getting violated.‭”

Elaine said nothing.‭ ‬She knew Roy would make her do something like this,‭ ‬and,‭ ‬to be honest,‭ ‬the thought of being the centerpiece of a gangbang was thrilling to her.‭ ‬But she was afraid of how much it would hurt,‭ ‬what they would do to her when they had her completely in their power.‭ ‬She sighed and took another sip of her coffee.

‭”‬You may,‭ ‬cry,‭ ‬beg or scream,‭” ‬Roy told her seriously,‭ “‬but I will not tolerate defiance.‭ ‬Do you understand,‭ ‬slave‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine knew that there was no point in trying to talk him out of this.‭ ‬He had decided to do this to his slave and there would be no further discussion.‭ ‬They finished their coffees in silence.‭ ‬Roy was preoccupied with the details of today and tomorrow and Elaine was trying hard not to worry too much about what would be done to her today.‭ ‬After they finished Elaine took the dishes back downstairs and helped Anna set up for the guests.

Elaine was worried and distracted as she helped Anna make sandwiches and salads.‭ ‬There was a lot of meat and cheese,‭ ‬not too many vegetables.‭ ‬Anna fried some bacon while Elaine sliced tomatoes.‭ ‬Anna seemed to enjoy Elaine’s discomfort and unease.‭ ‬The statuesque blonde stood behind Elaine and gently took the knife from her hands.

‭”‬Are you worried,‭ ‬slave‭?” ‬Anna asked her,‭ ‬rubbing Elaine’s arms.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine answered,‭ ‬freezing as she felt Anna press against her.

‭”‬But,‭ ‬why,‭ ‬slave‭?” ‬Anna stroked Elaine’s arms and nuzzled against her ear.‭ ‬Elaine was uncomfortable with this,‭ ‬Anna had never been this intimate with her before.

‭”‬There could be too many,‭ ‬I’m not sure I can take it,‭” ‬she wanted to pull away from Anna,‭ ‬but knew if she did she would be punished.

Anna reached up and began rubbing Elaine’s breasts.‭ “‬Does it really matter‭? ‬You will do as you are told.‭ ‬Your body does not belong to you,‭ ‬it belongs to Roy.‭ ‬Besides,‭ ‬you like being fucked roughly and hurt,‭” ‬Anna suddenly pinched Elaine’s nipples.‭ “‬Don’t you,‭ ‬Elaine‭?”

Elaine tried to move away,‭ ‬but Anna’s body pressed Elaine into the counter.‭ “‬Yes,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine answered,‭ ‬tilting her head away from Anna.

Anna rubbed her cheek against Elaine’s neck.‭ “‬Do I make you uncomfortable,‭ ‬slave‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine answered as Anna continued to tug on her nipples.

‭”‬Well,‭” ‬Anna slid one hand down Elaine’s flat stomach and into Elaine’s well trimmed bush.‭ “‬This is what being a slave is about.‭ ‬No matter what you feel about the person who has you,‭ ‬you have to obey,‭ ‬you have to allow yourself to be used,‭ ‬to be violated and penetrated.‭” ‬She slowly moved her hand down and began fingering Elaine’s wet slit.‭ “‬Get used to it,‭ ‬Elaine.‭” ‬Elaine spread her legs a little wider,‭ ‬opening herself for Anna.‭ “‬There is going to be much worse in your future.‭ ‬There are a lot of rough men who want you and Roy may not always be able to protect you,‭ ‬he may not always want to protect you.‭” ‬Anna kept slowly sliding her fingers in and out of Elaine.‭ “‬You have had a sheltered life here,‭ ‬Elaine.‭ ‬Don’t expect it to last forever.‭ ‬There is a big game afoot and you will belong to the winner.‭” ‬Anna turned Elaine’s face towards her and kissed her,‭ ‬Anna’s tongue finding Elaine’s and holding her there.‭ ‬She held the kiss for what seemed like an eternity,‭ ‬slowly fingering Elaine as their mouths locked.‭ ‬Anna abruptly ended the kiss,‭ ‬pulled her fingers out of Elaine and walked away.

Elaine took a deep,‭ ‬shuddering breath.‭ ‬She was aroused and left wanting when Anna left.‭ ‬She looked over at Anna,‭ ‬who was now packing up some lunches,‭ ‬looking like nothing had happened.‭ ‬Elaine thought about what Anna had said and wondered what Anna knew that Elaine did not‭? ‬She knew she should tell Roy,‭ ‬but with a flash of insight,‭ ‬she realized he already knew.‭ ‬She helped Anna for a while more,‭ ‬avoiding eye contact with her keeper,‭ ‬trying not to worry too much about everything.

‭”‬Okay,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Anna said to her.‭ “‬You are dismissed from here.‭ ‬Time to go exercise.‭ ‬Go.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬ma’am,‭” ‬Elaine said and left.

Elaine walked down to the exercise room beside the garage.‭ ‬Anna had set the time for an hour,‭ ‬Elaine thought that that was a nice start,‭ ‬but if she was going to get sweaty she was going to get the most out of it.‭ ‬She went to the stereo,‭ ‬skipped through all of Anna’s Teutonic classical and got to her section of the music catalog.‭ ‬Anna had resisted letting Elaine get any of her own music,‭ ‬but Roy enjoyed giving his pet these little gifts.‭ ‬Elaine found The Pogues and turned them on.‭ ‬She was in a Pogues mood,‭ ‬it was nice and Irish and frenetic enough for a good workout.‭ ‬More than than,‭ ‬to her it evoked cool,‭ ‬wet weather and that was a nice change from the hot dry desert of Clark County,‭ ‬Nevada and it appealed to her Irish nature.

After all the prescribed exercises,‭ ‬Elaine got on the Stairmaster for another thirty minutes then did another thirty minutes of yoga as a cool down.‭ ‬She felt good as she finished and headed to her rooms to get cleaned up for lunch,‭ ‬all her muscles had the pleasant burn of a good workout.

Elaine showered and when she got out she found Anna had brought her lunch upstairs and left it on her table.‭ ‬Elaine was a little disappointed,‭ ‬she liked eating downstairs where the space was bigger and it felt a little less like a prison.‭ ‬But it was a BLT and a Caesar salad so she was not going to complain.‭ ‬Anna had even given her a beer,‭ ‬a nice gesture,‭ ‬Elaine thought.‭ ‬Roy always kept a few bottles of wine in her rooms,‭ ‬but beer was a nice change of pace and Anna controlled the beer supply.

Elaine ate,‭ ‬cleaned the dishes and lay down for a nap.‭ ‬She had slept well yesterday,‭ ‬recovering nicely from her long night with Roy and Hunter,‭ ‬but she knew she was going to need her strength for today.‭ ‬She was dreaming of being in a room full of men in dark masks,‭ ‬each of them waiting for their turn with her,‭ ‬when the intercom woke her up.‭ ‬Roy summoned‭ ‬her down to his office.‭ ‬She checked her hair,‭ ‬adjusted her collar then hurried down naked on bare feet to her owner’s office.

As she headed down to Roy,‭ ‬Elaine thought about her collar wondered how did Anna choose them‭? ‬It did not seem based on days of the week or any other system Elaine could determine.‭ ‬This was a small,‭ ‬thin leather one with a leash hook in the front,‭ ‬but no other hooks or attachments.‭ ‬Some were quite thick and,‭ ‬with the exception of the one she wore with Roy and Hunter,‭ ‬all were either metal or leather.‭ ‬Why not something soft and smooth‭? ‬Since it was the only clothing she wore around the house,‭ ‬she took a special interest in her collar.‭ ‬Black leather or silver metal,‭ ‬not much else.‭ ‬Cuffs were something else on which she had become something of an expert.‭ ‬Padding was definitely important,‭ ‬bare metal hurt if she pulled on it too much or if it was too tight.‭ ‬There was something nice about the pain sometimes,‭ ‬another reminder of her slavery,‭ ‬but usually it was a distraction from what was being done to her elsewhere.‭ ‬Band cuffs were nice,‭ ‬they held her without being painful.‭ ‬When she was starting out exploring bondage with Amanda,‭ ‬they sometimes used ones that Elaine could open herself if she needed.‭ ‬It seemed so innocent to Elaine now,‭ ‬they were just playing.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬once she was cuffed she was not getting out unless someone else let her.

She rapped lightly on the door and an older man opened it.‭ ‬Elaine was immediately struck by how handsome he was.‭ ‬She guessed he was in his fifties with salt and pepper hair,‭ ‬thinning at the corners but full elsewhere.‭ ‬He had chiseled features,‭ ‬piercing blue eyes and a clean shaven face that smiled warmly at her as he opened the door.‭ ‬He was about‭ ‬5‭’‬10‭” ‬tall with a strong,‭ ‬slim build and was dressed exquisitely.‭ ‬He looked like he just got out of a board meeting,‭ ‬even his tie was still tied perfectly‭ (‬Elaine had taken quite an interest in knots lately‭)‬.‭ ‬He took her hand and led her into the room.

‭”‬She is lovely,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬he said as he looked over Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine naturally reasoned that any man Roy introduced her to was going to have sex with her and the idea of this man inside her was actually quite pleasant.‭ ‬If he was going to be the first of the day,‭ ‬it would be a good start.‭ “‬Turn around,‭ ‬dear,‭” ‬he instructed Elaine.‭ ‬Elaine turned around in a circle,‭ ‬displaying her naked body for him.‭ “‬Exquisite,‭” ‬he said to Roy,‭ ‬who was sitting by his desk.‭ “‬I am tempted to arrange an accident for you just to get her.‭ ‬I assume she fucks as good as she looks‭?”

“Better,‭” ‬Roy answered,‭ “‬she is passive and submissive but her body is amazingly responsive.‭ ‬You should have seen her cum the first time I raped her.‭ ‬Hunter and I dp’ed her the other night and I thought she was going to explode.‭ ‬And the way she feels when you’re inside her is,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬words do not do the experience justice.‭ ‬Let’s just say‭ ‘‬orgasmic‭’ ‬is a good starting point.‭” ‬He sat down and the other man did as well.‭ ‬Elaine noted that he sat in the chair Roy had fucked her on yesterday.‭ “‬Slave,‭ ‬make us some drinks,‭” ‬he ordered Elaine.‭ “‬Greg,‭ ‬bourbon‭?”

“Of course,‭” ‬the other man,‭ ‬Elaine assumed he was Greg,‭ ‬answered.

‭”‬In the cabinet over there,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Roy gestured at a cabinet in the wall.‭ “‬Make one for yourself,‭ ‬too.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬Elaine responded.‭ ‬Both men watched her as she walked over to make their drinks.

‭”‬What a perfect ass,‭” ‬Greg commented.

‭”‬And it is amazing to be inside it,‭” ‬Roy said with a smile.‭ “‬Elaine,‭ ‬this is Greg,‭” ‬Roy said as an introduction when she returned with the drinks,‭ ‬Elaine knew to give the men their drinks first.‭ “‬Greg was my mother’s third‭?” ‬he looked at Greg and Greg nodded,‭ “‬husband.‭ ‬He is the one who introduced me to the Association and has been a good friend and mentor over the years.‭ ‬And,‭ ‬if I die,‭ ‬he gets you.‭ ‬You would not be his first or only slave.‭”

“That’s right,‭” ‬Greg patted his lap for Elaine to sit down.‭ ‬She obligingly sat on his lap,‭ ‬aware that her sore pussy was wet with the thought of Greg having her.‭ ‬Greg caressed her thigh as she leaned back into him.‭ “‬I have Jane right now,‭” ‬he said as he sipped his drink,‭ “‬a lovely little auburn haired things,‭ ‬but she does not really excite me at the moment.‭ ‬The sex is becoming routine,‭ ‬that’s barely acceptable with a wife and not at all with a slave.‭ ‬I’m looking for a buyer at the moment,‭ ‬but then I’d have to find a replacement.‭” ‬Greg reached up and began playing with Elaine’s breasts.‭ ‬Elaine sighed happily as he rubbed her nipples.

‭”‬Told you she was a live one,‭” ‬Roy said.‭ “‬Slave,‭ ‬kiss Greg.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she turned her head,‭ ‬parted her lips slightly and moved her face to Greg’s.‭ ‬Their mouths met,‭ ‬his kiss was gentle and exploring.‭ ‬It lingered,‭ ‬growing more insistent,‭ ‬firmer the longer the kiss lasted.‭ ‬Elaine lost herself in it and her hands wrapped around his shoulders.

Greg turned to Roy.‭ “‬May I‭?” ‬he asked.

‭”‬Of course,‭” ‬Roy answered.‭ “‬She may be a little sore from the other night,‭ ‬but you can gag her if she screams too much.‭”

Greg lightly smacked Elaine on her butt.‭ “‬Get up,‭” ‬he told her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine obediently stood,‭ ‬waiting to be taken by him.

Greg stood up and began undressing.‭ ‬He carefully folded his pants and set them across the back of a chair,‭ ‬his shirt on top of that.‭ ‬Elaine looked at his body,‭ ‬lean and wiry with greying chest hair and a couple of round scars on one of his shoulders.‭ ‬He slipped off his boxers,‭ ‬a large,‭ ‬thick cock bobbed in front of him.

‭”‬Condom‭?” ‬Greg asked Roy.

‭”‬Not necessary,‭ ‬but cum in her mouth,‭” ‬Roy answered,‭ “‬I don’t want her messy for later.‭”

Greg held the tie in his hands and looked at Elaine.

‭”‬Do you like being tied up,‭ ‬slave‭?” ‬he asked her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine answered.

‭”‬Wrists,‭” ‬Greg barked at her.‭ ‬Elaine put her wrists forward and Greg tied them together with his tie.‭ ‬Elaine looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes,‭ ‬anxious,‭ ‬ready.‭ ‬Greg began caressing her,‭ ‬exploring her body with his hands.‭ ‬He started with her neck and shoulders,‭ ‬tracing the line of her neck,‭ ‬looping his finger beneath her collar.‭ ‬He traced her collarbone,‭ ‬sliding his hands down to cup her breasts,‭ ‬playing with her nipples.‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in his touch.‭ ‬he rubbed his hands on her back,‭ ‬her flat stomach.‭ ‬He got on his knees behind her and kissed her perfect ass while his hands moved up and down her sexy legs.

‭”‬Nice brand,‭” ‬he complimented Roy.‭ ‬He touched the flesh around it.‭ “‬Good job for your first time.‭”

“Thanks,‭ ‬Greg,‭” ‬Roy answered.‭ ‬He enjoyed watching his slave like this.‭ ‬He could tell from her breathing and her color that she was getting into this,‭ ‬she would cum for Greg,‭ ‬he had no doubt about that.‭ ‬She was so responsive,‭ ‬so eager.‭ ‬Roy smiled as Elaine jumped when Greg slid a finger into her slit.‭ ‬She had been fucked hard and long the other night,‭ ‬but was still ready for more.

‭”‬Nice pussy,‭” ‬Greg said as his fingers explored her.‭ “‬Turn around,‭ ‬slave.‭ ‬I want to taste you.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine turned and spread her legs a little more,‭ ‬offering her crotch to him.‭ ‬Greg grabbed her butt cheeks,‭ ‬carefully avoiding the fresh brand and pulled her to his face.‭ ‬Elaine squirmed with delight as he licked her slit from bottom to top.

‭”‬Very nice,‭” ‬Greg complimented.‭ ‬He kissed each thigh and snaked his tongue into her navel.‭ “‬Amazing view from down here.‭ ‬I bet you spend a lot of time down here.‭”

“Some,‭” ‬Roy,‭ “‬but it’s more fun to fuck her.‭ ‬She is pretty spectacular at eating pussy herself.‭”

Greg licked her again,‭ ‬Elaine wanted to cum,‭ ‬if he kept it up for another minute she could.

‭”‬Is that true,‭ ‬slave‭?” ‬Greg asked.‭ “‬Are you good at eating pussy‭?”

“Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine moaned.

‭”‬Would you like to eat my slave’s pussy‭?” ‬Greg asked and slowly licked her again.

‭”‬Oh,‭ ‬yes sir,‭” ‬she answered.

‭”‬Elaine has thing for redheads,‭” ‬Roy chimed in.‭ “‬Amanda taught her how to please a woman.‭”

“She is a good teacher,‭” ‬Greg said.‭ ‬He licked her once more then stood up.‭ “‬Go to the desk and bend over it,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he told Elaine.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine was a little disappointed that she was not going to cum yet,‭ ‬but happy that he would be fucking her soon.‭ ‬She remembered how sore she was,‭ ‬but that was not going to stop anyone.‭ ‬She took a few steps to the desk and bent over,‭ ‬laying her chest against the wooden top.‭ ‬She shifted so her legs were spread and put her bound hands above her head.‭ ‬She felt a cool breeze on her wet pussy and waited for Greg.

Greg savored the view for a minute.‭ ‬He did not share the belief of many Association members that all women were inherently slaves,‭ ‬but he did believe that many were.‭ ‬Elaine was definitely a slave,‭ ‬she had to be owned.‭ ‬Looking at her beautiful body bent over,‭ ‬spread and waiting for him he knew that anything other than complete subjugation would leave her wanting.‭ ‬He picked up his drink and sipped it,‭ ‬enjoying making Elaine wait for him.‭ ‬To her credit,‭ ‬she did not complain,‭ ‬the only sign of her impatience was when she wiggled her butt seductively at him.‭ ‬Greg and Roy smiled at each other,‭ ‬appreciating a good slave ready to be used.

Greg was ready now.‭ ‬He set his drink down beside her and stepped behind her.‭ ‬He got a firm grip on her collar,‭ ‬pushing her down with one hand while the other guided his cock to her cunt.‭ ‬He knew she was sore and wanted to see how she reacted to getting hurt so he rammed deeply into her with one massive thrust.‭ ‬Elaine screamed in pain and only Greg’s hold on her collar kept her in place.‭ ‬Greg fucked Elaine hard,‭ ‬punishing her still sore pussy.‭ ‬She screamed out,‭ ‬but could do nothing but take it.‭ ‬Her body,‭ ‬despite the pain,‭ ‬was getting what it craved and an orgasm soon overwhelmed the discomfort.‭ ‬Greg felt her cum around his cock and smiled,‭ ‬she was a natural.‭ ‬He was almost ready to cum,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬He slid out of her pussy and pulled her around by her hair then shoved his cock into her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine obediently opened up and took it in,‭ ‬tasting herself on his shaft as he pushed into her throat.‭ ‬She kept her eyes closed as he finished in her mouth,‭ ‬swallowing his cum as he climaxed inside her.

When Greg pulled out of her,‭ ‬he helped her to her feet.‭ “‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine said dutifully.‭ ‬Greg untied her hands and began to get dressed.

‭”‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy said to her,‭ “‬Greg and I have much to do today.‭ ‬Go to your rooms and wait to be summoned.‭ ‬Eat well and get some rest,‭ ‬you will have a busy night tonight.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she kissed Roy lightly,‭ ‬gave Greg a quick kiss too,‭ ‬then went back to her rooms.‭

The day was full of activity.‭ ‬From her room,‭ ‬Elaine watched as a flatbed truck half loaded with bales of hay was backed into the garage.‭ ‬She was kind of surprised it fit,‭ ‬but having been on the receiving end of big things in small openings she knew Roy could make it work.‭ ‬One of the old Suburbans pulled up after it and two more men walked into the garage.‭ ‬After an hour or so,‭ ‬the flatbed pulled back out,‭ ‬this time the bed was full of hay,‭ ‬neatly stacked.‭ ‬She tried to get a good look at the men,‭ ‬but none of them stayed outside for very long.‭ ‬Whatever they‭ ‬were doing,‭ ‬it was obvious they did not want to be seen doing it.

Elaine tried to sleep,‭ ‬but she was too worried and excited to do anything but lay down in bed.‭ ‬She tried to imagine the men using her,‭ ‬holding her down while they took turns on her.‭ ‬Scared and excited,‭ ‬too aroused to sleep Elaine just stared at the ceiling for a couple of hours.‭ ‬The sun began setting behind the mountains and Elaine waited.

The door opened.‭ ‬Anna walked in,‭ ‬dangling a leash from her hand and carrying a set of cuffs in the other.‭ ‬They were not the usual handcuffs,‭ ‬but four that could be attached to each other or the loops that seemed to be everywhere in this house.

‭”‬Elaine,‭ ‬come,‭” ‬Anna barked.‭ ‬Elaine disentangled herself from her sheets and walked to Anna,‭ ‬keeping her eyes on the floor.‭ ‬The tall blonde woman put the cuffs on Elaine’s unresisting wrists and ankles then hooked her wrists together.‭ ‬She hooked the leash to Elaine’s collar,‭ ‬give it a sharp tug and the two of them left the room.

Anna led Elaine down the stairs to the bedroom floor.‭ ‬Anna briefly told her about the men who would be with her tonight.‭ ‬She described them with a evil edge to her voice,‭ ‬glad of what Elaine would be subjected to tonight.‭ ‬All Elaine could do was follow Anna to whatever awaited her.‭ ‬Anna led her past the bedrooms and to the grand staircase that led from the bedrooms to the vaulted living room.‭ ‬Anna was going to make a dramatic entrance:‭ ‬leading the collared,‭ ‬bound and naked slave down to the room full of horny men.

The conversation in the room came to a sudden halt as the men saw Elaine.‭ ‬All eyes were on her beautiful,‭ ‬helpless body as Anna led her down.‭ ‬Elaine briefly looked over the crowd.‭ ‬Roy and Greg were by the fireplace,‭ ‬sipping on bourbon.‭ ‬Greg finished a cigarette and tossed the butt into the empty fireplace.‭ ‬Greg was in jeans and a t-shirt now,‭ ‬Roy in a pair of cargo pants and a denim work shirt.‭ ‬Both looked sweaty and worked,‭ ‬but their eyes lit up when they saw Elaine.

Sitting on the couch were two men.‭ ‬Anna had identified them for Elaine.‭ ‬One was Leon,‭ ‬one of Hunter’s security crew.‭ ‬Leon was about‭ ‬40,‭ ‬6‭’ ‬tall with the muscular shoulders and a bit of a gut.‭ ‬His long blonde,‭ ‬almost white,‭ ‬hair was tied into a pony tail and set off his brown eyes nicely.‭ ‬He had a mustache and short full beard that were neatly trimmed,‭ ‬but could use a comb.‭ ‬He was tattooed,‭ ‬Elaine could not make any out from up here,‭ ‬but they seemed to be all different sizes,‭ ‬shapes and colors.

Next to him was Freddie Eel.‭ ‬Anna said that he was the‭ “‬fixer‭”‬,‭ ‬he had contacts to get whatever it was they were selling and he knew how to launder the money when they were done.‭ ‬Elaine thought he looked like a short Kevin McHale from the old Boston Celtics,‭ ‬her father had been a big fan and her brother had a poster of the player in his room.‭ ‬Freddie had a prominent nose that seemed to blend in as well as anything could with the rest of his face.‭ ‬It was not that he was unattractive,‭ ‬he was just kind of plain and nondescript.‭ ‬He had straight black hair in a boring cut that fell below his ears and to his eyebrows but stayed above his collar.‭ ‬He was clean shaven without a hint of stubble,‭ ‬except for one little patch on his left jawline where he had missed while shaving.‭ ‬His clothes were clean,‭ ‬but not high end,‭ (‬Elaine recognized his slacks from Target‭)‬,‭ ‬and a little wrinkled.‭ ‬He seemed to always need to tuck in part of his shirt or straighten his collar.‭ ‬No tie,‭ ‬no tattoos and only an onyx ring on his left pinkie.‭ ‬His eyes were so dark as to be nearly black and when they focused on Elaine she felt that he was appraising her,‭ ‬finding her value to the penny and what he could get for her.

The last man was standing in front of the couch.‭ ‬It was obvious he had been trying to tell a story that neither Freddie nor Leon was particularly interested in hearing and was annoyed when the attention of the room turned to Elaine.‭ ‬But even he had to stop and stare.‭ ‬Anna had warned Elaine about him,‭ ‬his name was Dwell Faber,‭ ‬but everyone called him Faybio in mock tribute to the romance novel cover model.‭ ‬He was another member of Hunter’s security crew.‭ ‬Anna had described him as a‭ “‬puffed up,‭ ‬self important wannabe Alpha male‭”‬.‭ ‬He was in his early‭ ‬30s,‭ ‬and looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym body sculpting.‭ ‬By now Elaine recognized what strength looked like‭; ‬Faybio had tone without strength.‭ ‬His shirt was open,‭ ‬revealing the sculpted pecs and a complete and total lack of any body hair; Leon and Freddie made it an obvious point to look away.‭ ‬His hair was long and brown,‭ ‬wavy and tied back into a ponytail and had the unmistakable signs of hair jell.‭ ‬In a room full of men who gave their appearances the briefest concerns,‭ ‬Faybio stood out as a vain man,‭ ‬someone who aspired to the true masculinity that the others had without trying.

Lastly,‭ ‬Elaine saw where she would be.‭ ‬There was something that could best be described as a sawhorse with a long padded leather seat on top.‭ ‬The legs of the sawhorse were a little wider than typical,‭ ‬the seat a little lower.‭ ‬Her eyes took it in,‭ ‬there were loops on the four legs,‭ ‬perfect for bending her over it and securing her,‭ ‬spread and ready to be used.‭ ‬She noted that the top was about as long as her torso,‭ ‬if her arms and legs were secured to the legs her ass would be just beyond one end,‭ ‬her head and neck past the other.‭ ‬She wanted to turn around and run back to her room,‭ ‬but she knew that there was no safety,‭ ‬no place to hide.‭ ‬She would be found,‭ ‬punished then tied to that thing and used all night long.‭ ‬She took a deep breath and followed Anna down.

Anna took her to Roy,‭ ‬handed him the leash and returned to the kitchen.

‭”‬This is Elaine.‭ ‬She is my slave.‭ ‬I am going to share her with all of you tonight,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ ‬pulling Elaine beside him.‭ ‬Roy pointed to the sawhorse.‭ “‬We’ll get her secured to that in a minute.‭ ‬Ass,‭ ‬mouth,‭ ‬pussy are all available.‭ ‬Do wear a condom please so no one has to take sloppy seconds,‭ ‬or thirds,‭ ‬or whatever.‭” ‬There was a chuckle then Roy continued,‭ “‬there will be two bags,‭ ‬Elaine will offer you the first bag.‭ ‬Pull out a number from the first bag and that is what order you will get her.‭ ‬When it’s your turn,‭ ‬pull a chip out of the second bag,‭ ‬that will tell you where you get to fuck her.‭ ‬There are five chips in the second bag:‭ ‬two pussy,‭ ‬one mouth,‭ ‬and two ass.‭ ‬Here’s how it works:‭ ‬let’s say you pull a three from the first bag and a pussy chip from the second.‭ ‬That means you go third and you get to fuck her pussy.‭ ‬Any questions so far‭?” ‬Roy asked and looked around.

‭”‬After everyone has their turn,‭” ‬he continued,‭ “‬we will have a second drawing.‭ ‬Everyone will write their name on a chip.‭ ‬Elaine will draw a name,‭ ‬whoever she draws will get to take her up to his guest room and have her for the rest of the night.‭ ‬No restrictions,‭ ‬just leave her in one piece.‭” ‬There was more chuckling all around.‭ “‬And don’t mess up the brand.‭”

Elaine stood completely silent,‭ ‬staring at the ground,‭ ‬blushing furiously,‭ ‬while he give the men the rules for violating her.‭ ‬She knew she was going to spend the rest of the night‭; ‬either tied to that thing or in one of the bedrooms‭; ‬while the men,‭ ‬laughing,‭ ‬drinking and smoking,‭ ‬fucked her over and over again.

‭”‬And,‭ ‬to further prove what a generous man I am,‭ ‬if all goes well with the upcoming business,‭ ‬you will all get to take Elaine home for a night each,‭” ‬Roy continued.‭ “‬No limits,‭ ‬do whatever your sick little minds desire to her.‭”

“Why do you get to decide‭?” ‬Faybio challenged.

‭”‬Because she’s my slave,‭” ‬Roy shrugged.‭ ‬He knew Faybio was trying to pick a fight again,‭ ‬trying to prove something.

‭”‬Maybe I’ll just do whatever I want to her tonight anyway,‭” ‬he stood up and puffed up his chest.‭ “‬What are you going to do about,‭ ‬geek boy‭?” ‬Leon quickly rose from the couch,‭ ‬his fists clenched.

‭”‬Faybio,‭ ‬are you serious‭?” ‬Now there was that edge to Roy’s voice that Elaine had learned to fear.‭ “‬You’re calling me out over my slave in my house‭? ‬The night before we head out to do the biggest deal in your miserable life‭? ‬I’ll tell what I’m going to do about,‭ ‬Faybio.‭ ‬First,‭ ‬I’m going to keep Leon from strangling you right now.‭ ‬Down,‭ ‬Leon.‭” ‬Faybio turned and saw Leon backing away,‭ ‬his face livid.‭ ‬Anyone who had seen Leon like that knew enough to be afraid.‭ “‬Second,‭ ‬I will kick your fake tanned,‭ ‘‬roided up,‭ ‬hair gelled,‭ ‬wanna be tough guy ass my own-fucking-self.‭ ‬After that,‭ ‬if these guys still want you here,‭ ‬you get to whack-off watching the rest of us have fun with this beautiful woman.‭” ‬Roy took three steps and got right in Faybio’s face.‭ “‬Of course,‭ ‬that is all assuming you still want to do whatever you want to my property in my property.‭ ‬Otherwise,‭ ‬you can apologize for being such a fucking prick to me in my home and,‭ ‬being the generous guy I am,‭ ‬I will forget this whole ugly little incident.‭”

The challenge hung in the room.‭ ‬Leon was livid,‭ ‬Faybio worked under him and Leon was appalled at his manners.‭ ‬Right now he wanted to beat Faybio within an inch of his life,‭ ‬kick him off the job and go a man short.‭ ‬But he realized that Roy had him beaten.‭ ‬Faybio,‭ ‬despite all his bluster and desire to be a badass,‭ ‬was still a coward at heart.‭ ‬Anyone who posed any real threat could make him back down.‭ ‬Leon did feel a little sorry for the girl,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬She could not defend herself and Faybio could bully and hurt her,‭ ‬he would probably take out his humiliation of backing down to Roy on her.‭ ‬It might be fun to watch,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬Leon thought.

‭”‬I’m sorry,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬Faybio said,‭ ‬taking a deep breath and looking nervously around.‭ “‬I was out of line.‭ ‬She’s your girlfriend…‭”

“Slave.‭ ‬Not girlfriend:‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Roy corrected him.

‭”‬…and I am a guest in you house,‭” ‬he continued.‭ “‬I was a fucking prick and I’m sorry.‭”

Roy smiled at him.‭ “‬There’s hope for you yet.‭” ‬He turned back to the other guests,‭ “‬now,‭ ‬as I was saying,‭ ‬pick a chip out of the bag.‭ ‬Do not show it to anyone else,‭ ‬let’s keep the suspense up.‭ ‬Elaine,‭ ‬would you please take this.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she said and took the black velvet bag.‭ ‬If this was going to happen to her,‭ ‬she would do her best to please her owner.‭ ‬Elaine was already getting wet.‭ ‬The idea of being used as a fuck toy by all these men was part of it,‭ ‬but more than that was seeing her owner stare down that fake tough guy,‭ ‬Faybio.‭ ‬She wanted Roy to bend her over and fuck her in front of all these men,‭ ‬to show them what kind of control he had over her.‭ ‬She flashed Roy her best‭ “‬fuck me now look‭”‬,‭ ‬but he just smiled.

Elaine took the bag and walked to each of the men.‭ ‬She offered each of them the bag,‭ ‬and with the bag,‭ ‬the use of her body.‭ ‬Freddie Eel was first,‭ ‬he reached his hand into the bag and fondled the chips,‭ ‬trying for some sort of advantage,‭ ‬an edge over the others.‭ ‬Leon reached in and pulled one out without any fuss or drama.‭ ‬Greg pulled her to him by her collar and kissed her,‭ ‬his tongue finding hers and exploring her mouth.‭ ‬Elaine’s legs were weak and her pussy dripping by the time he let go and pulled a chip out of the bag.‭ ‬She wanted to be taken by that man again,‭ ‬she thought as she stepped to Faybio.‭ ‬He scared her.‭ ‬There was a deep glower in his face and a look that said he was going to be rough and cruel with her,‭ ‬that he had to prove his worth by abusing her.‭ ‬She wanted to get him over with and on to a better man.‭ ‬He thrust his hand into the bag,‭ ‬if Elaine had not been expecting something like that he would have knocked the bag out of her hands,‭ ‬but she held it tight and stared up at him defiantly.

‭”‬I’m gonna fuck that look off your face,‭” ‬he growled softly to her.

There was one more chip in the bag and Elaine offered it to her owner.‭ ‬He gave her a quick kiss and took it out.‭ ‬He led her to the sawhorse and laid her down on top of it,‭ ‬chest down,‭ ‬parallel to the top beam.‭ ‬First,‭ ‬he secured her ankles,‭ ‬her legs were spread,‭ ‬she felt a breeze on her wet pussy.‭ ‬Next,‭ ‬Roy unhooked her wrists and hooked her wrists onto the front legs.‭ ‬She gave a quick tug on her arms and legs and knew that she was not going anywhere until they were done with her.

‭”‬Okay,‭” ‬Roy said cheerfully,‭ ‬his hand resting on her back.‭ “‬Who’s first‭?”

Freddie smiled and showed his chip with the number one on it.

‭”‬It figures,‭” ‬Roy said with a wry grin.‭ “‬Draw for where.‭”

Freddie smiled,‭ ‬reached into the other bag.‭ ‬Once again,‭ ‬he felt around then pulled one out.‭ ‬He proudly held up a round poker chip with a large‭ “‬V‭” ‬hand written in black ink on it.

‭”‬I guess she’s going to find out why he’s called Freddie‭ ‘‬Eel‭’‬,‭” ‬Leon laughed.

‭”‬It’s a tough nickname to live up to,‭” ‬Freddie said as he undressed,‭ ‬tossing his clothes in a pile on the floor,‭ “‬but one has to try.‭ ‬Let me show our little toy what she’s getting.‭”

Freddie moved in front of Elaine.‭ ‬She looked up and saw why he was called Freddie Eel,‭ ‬he had a huge,‭ ‬pale cock.‭ ‬He was about nine inches long,‭ ‬maybe a little smaller than Sam,‭ ‬but not much.‭ ‬It would be one of the biggest cocks Elaine had ever taken inside her.‭ ‬She stared at it for a moment,‭ ‬then he rubbed the tip on her face,‭ ‬leaving a little stream of pre-cum.‭ ‬He held her hair with one hand while the other rubbed his cock on her cheeks.‭ ‬He bent down and whispered in her ear,‭ “‬enjoy it baby.‭ ‬I know I will.‭”

“Come on,‭ ‬Freddie,‭” ‬Faybio shouted,‭ “‬the rest of us are waiting.‭”

Freddie flipped Faybio off,‭ ‬defiantly holding his middle finger up.‭ ‬He did,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬let go of Elaine’s hair,‭ ‬unrolled a condom onto his huge shaft and stood behind her.‭ “‬What a great looking piece of ass,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬Freddie said as he rubbed his hands on her sides.‭ “‬If you want to sell her,‭ ‬I’ll make you a fair offer.‭”

“Freddie,‭” ‬Roy answered.‭ “‬Two things.‭ ‬First,‭ ‬I’m not selling her.‭ ‬Second,‭ ‬I know your‭ ‘‬fair‭’ ‬offers.‭ ‬It would be fair for you not me.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬go ahead,‭ ‬she’s waiting.‭”

Freddie guided the tip of his huge cock to Elaine’s wet pussy.‭ ‬She closed her eyes and waited,‭ ‬grateful that her time thinking about this in her room had left her loose and wet.‭ ‬She was still scared of what he was going to do to her,‭ ‬but she was helpless.‭ ‬He would use her as he saw fit.‭ ‬Freddie pushed into her slowly,‭ ‬he just kept going deeper and deeper into her.‭ ‬Elaine gripped the legs of the sawhorse as he stretched her,‭ ‬tensing her body as he bored into her.

She could hear some of the other men laughing at her discomfort.‭ “‬You all the way in yet,‭ ‬Freddie‭?” ‬someone asked.

‭”‬Almost,‭” ‬he moaned.‭ ‬Elaine felt him push against her cervix and roughly jam it in a little deeper.‭ ‬She was relieved when his hips pressed against her ass.‭ ‬He gave one more shove and Elaine yelped in pain as his tip pushed deeper into her.‭ “‬Now I am,‭” ‬he said smugly,‭ ‬holding her hips with both hands.‭ “‬Damn,‭ ‬Roy,‭ ‬this pussy’s still nice and tight.‭ ‬Sure you don’t want to sell‭? ‬I’ll loosen her up for you.‭”

“Positive,‭ ‬Freddie,‭” ‬Roy answered.

Freddie slowly slid back,‭ ‬pulling all the way out.‭ ‬He rubbed the mushroom tip of his cock on Elaine’s violated pussy lips then shoved it back in,‭ ‬he was faster this time and when he was all the way in Elaine felt a sharp wave of pain as his tip drilled deep inside her.‭ “‬Okay,‭” ‬he muttered,‭ “‬let’s do this.‭” ‬He pulled back fast then rammed his large cock back in forcefully.‭ ‬Elaine cried out in pain as he roughly fucked her helpless body.‭ ‬This hurt,‭ ‬there was no way around it.‭ ‬She tried to shift to open up more to him,‭ ‬but that just made the pain on her cervix worse.

Elaine knew what was going to happen,‭ ‬there was no way to fight it.‭ ‬She could feel the waves of pleasure building inside her.‭ ‬This violation,‭ ‬this painful fucking that she was powerless to stop,‭ ‬fueled her desire.‭ ‬She needed to be used like this,‭ ‬to have her body taken regardless of her desires,‭ ‬to be used as a fuck toy by strong men.‭ ‬Even as the pain from Freddie intensified,‭ ‬her first orgasm of this ordeal hit her.‭ ‬Her cries of pain now were tinged with pleasure,‭ ‬her body turned flushed and all her muscles spasmed at once.

The rest of the men watched Freddie take Elaine with a mix of awe and lust.‭ ‬She was a beautiful woman,‭ ‬passionate and desirable in a way that none of them could quite understand,‭ ‬but all could appreciate.‭ ‬Seeing her small body take Freddie’s huge dick inside her,‭ ‬seeing him pound away at her,‭ ‬made them eager for their turn,‭ ‬eager to take her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬When she came,‭ ‬when they saw the pleasure she was getting from this,‭ ‬they all got a little harder and thought of how they could hurt her until she came.

Freddie came,‭ ‬his head tilted back and guttural noises coming from his lips as he came inside her.‭ ‬With a look of profound satisfaction,‭ ‬Freddie pulled his huge shaft from Elaine’s battered pussy,‭ ‬the reservoir tip of the condom hanging low with the full load with which he had filled it.

There was a moment of awed silence,‭ ‬then Roy cleared his throat and asked,‭ “‬okay,‭ ‬who’s next‭?”

“Me,‭” ‬said Leon,‭ ‬tossing the chip to Roy and reaching in the other bag.‭ ‬He held up another‭ “‬V‭” ‬and tossed that one to Roy,‭ ‬too.‭ “‬Fuck,‭ ‬yeah,‭ ‬gonna do this bitch.‭”

Leon quickly stripped,‭ ‬dropping an automatic pistol carefully on the desk,‭ ‬but leaving his ankle holster on.‭ ‬His gut jiggled a bit as he bounded over to Elaine.‭ ‬Out of the corner of her eye Elaine caught a look at his cock.‭ ‬She was both relieved and disappointed that he wasn’t that big.‭ ‬He was still bigger than any of her boyfriends had been,‭ ‬but smaller than Roy and certainly smaller than Freddie.‭ ‬She might be able to enjoy this one,‭ ‬she thought.

Leon scratched his balls,‭ ‬rubbed his cock then slid on the condom.‭ ‬He slapped Elaine’s ass then crammed his cock into her abused slit.‭ ‬Elaine sighed as he quickly filled her,‭ ‬she was so wet and ready after Freddie and eager for more.‭ ‬Leon put both hands on her shoulders then jackhammered away at her pussy.‭ ‬Elaine moaned as he fucked her,‭ ‬she rode the edge of another orgasm,‭ ‬trying to will herself over the edge.‭ ‬He was fast and furious and she worried that he would finish before she could cum again.‭ ‬She shifted,‭ ‬trying to get a little more pressure on her clit,‭ ‬but as soon as she did Leon blew his wad.‭ ‬Elaine moaned with disappointment,‭ ‬that was it for her pussy,‭ ‬she might not climax again tonight.

Leon smacked her ass and smiled.

‭”‬Good old Speedy Leon,‭” ‬Freddie teased,‭ “‬fastest fuck in the west.‭”

Leon slid out,‭ ‬stripped off the condom and dropped it in the trash can.‭ “‬Doesn’t matter,‭” ‬he shrugged,‭ “‬I got off.‭”

“Number three‭?” ‬Roy called.

Faybio smiled,‭ ‬handed Roy the chip and pulled and‭ “‬M‭” ‬from the other bag.‭ ‬He had been undressing while Leon had been fucking Elaine and arrogantly strode up to the bound woman.‭ ‬Elaine was annoyed.‭ ‬She didn’t cum when Leon fucked her and now she was going to have to suck Faybio’s cock.

Faybio grabbed Elaine’s hair and pulled her head up.‭ ‬Elaine got a look at him and wanted to laugh.‭ ‬He had an decent sized cock,‭ ‬nothing to be ashamed of,‭ ‬but nothing to be overly proud of either.‭ ‬That wasn’t what made her want to laugh,‭ ‬what made her want to laugh was that he had shaved,‭ ‬or waxed,‭ ‬his entire body.‭ ‬There was no hair on him beneath his head,‭ ‬his chest and legs were bare,‭ ‬even his pubic hair was gone.‭ ‬He was totally smooth,‭ ‬like a woman,‭ ‬Elaine thought.‭ ‬She liked her men masculine and any man who spent enough time and effort on removing all his body hair did not strike her as masculine.‭ ‬If she wanted to bury her face in a hairless crotch,‭ ‬she would go and find Kristy.

Faybio pulled roughly on her hair.‭ “‬I told you I was going to fuck that look off your face,‭” ‬he sneered at her.

Elaine was not having any of it.‭ ‬She might have to let him fuck her face,‭ ‬but she was not going to be intimidated by him.‭ ‬Rougher and tougher men than he had raped her,‭ ‬Faybio did not scare her.‭ ‬She glared defiantly up at him and opened her mouth,‭ ‬daring him to do her.‭ ‬He looked a little taken aback,‭ ‬shocked at her fighting spirit.‭ ‬Two men had just hammered away at her pussy and now she was looking contemptuously up at him,‭ ‬waiting for him to do his worst.‭ ‬He felt a little less sure of himself,‭ ‬but he was not about to back down now.

Faybio pushed his shaft into her open mouth,‭ ‬driving past her tongue and into her throat in one motion.‭ ‬Elaine’s nose was buried in the skin of his stomach and she was briefly grateful for the lack of pubic hair,‭ ‬but that lasted until she got a whiff of his body wash.‭ ‬How did he ever wind up with Roy and his crew,‭ ‬she wondered.‭ ‬He kept his dick in her throat until she nearly passed out from lack of air,‭ ‬then he began sliding in and out.‭ ‬He was rough,‭ ‬violent,‭ ‬trying to break her will and dominate her with his cock.‭ ‬Once,‭ ‬it might have worked and Elaine might have fallen like an innocent girl under his domination.‭ ‬But not now,‭ ‬now she just wanted him to be done and get on to Roy or Greg,‭ ‬get on to the real men.

Faybio seemed to sense her defiance and contempt and tried everything he could to hurt her.‭ ‬He pulled her hair and slapped her cheeks,‭ ‬he drove in as deep as he could,‭ ‬burying her face in his stomach,‭ ‬bouncing his balls off her chin.‭ ‬There was no doubt that it hurt and was unpleasant,‭ ‬but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of giving in.‭ ‬Better men had done worse to her and she relished this little bit of rebellion,‭ ‬a small victory.‭ ‬When he came,‭ ‬Elaine dutifully swallowed it all then glared up at him as his softening cock slipped from her mouth.‭ ‬He backed away,‭ ‬unsure,‭ ‬but she knew he was planning more ways to hurt her.

Greg was next.‭ ‬He drew an‭ “‬A‭” ‬and began readying Elaine’s ass for his use.‭ ‬Elaine liked Greg,‭ ‬he was handsome,‭ ‬sophisticated and appreciated a good slave.‭ ‬Greg rubbed one hand on her back and legs while he squirted lube into her backdoor and rubbed it in with the other.‭ ‬Her ass was still a little sore from the pounding she had taken the other night from Roy and Hunter,‭ ‬but the pain was part of what made anal sex so exciting for Elaine.‭ ‬She needed a certain,‭ ‬minimum amount of pain to appreciate what was being done to her.‭ ‬Faybio might never be able to conquer her by fucking her face,‭ ‬but Roy had made her a slave by fucking her ass.‭ ‬She sighed as Greg worked the lube in.‭ ‬She looked over at the couch,‭ ‬Leon and Freddie were laughing about something,‭ ‬generally ignoring her.‭ ‬Faybio sat on a chair and glowered at her,‭ ‬lost in his own thoughts.‭ ‬She looked around and found Roy,‭ ‬he was intently watching her,‭ ‬playing with his chip that had to have the number five on it.‭ ‬She did not know what was going through his mind,‭ ‬but she knew he loved the power he had to make her do this.

Greg pulled his fingers out and she felt the tip of his cock push against her rectum.‭ ‬She closed her eyes and concentrated on her ass.‭ ‬She relaxed,‭ ‬opening herself up to him.‭ ‬He pushed,‭ ‬her ass resisted a little,‭ ‬then he was inside her.‭ ‬A fourth man in the last hour was using he for his pleasure and Elaine was powerless to stop him.‭ ‬She opened her eyes as he slowly filled her,‭ ‬she looked at the other men,‭ ‬all eyes were on her now as Greg took her ass.‭ ‬She could see the gleam of lust and sadism in each one of them,‭ ‬each of them wanting her to be hurt and each of them wanting to hurt her.‭ ‬And Roy would let them,‭ ‬he would get off by seeing her helplessly violated by his friends.‭ ‬She closed her eyes again as she felt Greg bottom out,‭ ‬his hips against her ass.

‭”‬You have a great ass,‭ ‬Elaine,‭” ‬he said to her.‭ “‬Much better than my slave has.‭ ‬He slid back slowly then rammed in forcefully.‭ ‬You are an amazing fuck,‭” ‬he said to her as started to pound away at her tender ass.‭ ‬Elaine began to cry out as he roughly fucked her tight brown hole.‭ ‬This was all the pain she craved and more.‭ ‬She bit down on her lip,‭ ‬whimpering while tears streamed down her face.‭ ‬It hurt,‭ ‬but she wanted it.

Greg lasted longer the Leon and longer than Faybio,‭ ‬all with a metronomic precision.‭ ‬Each stroke was just as hard and fast as the one before,‭ ‬each one drove deep into her bowels and pushed her against the sawhorse.‭ ‬She cried and whimpered,‭ ‬but never begged or even asked him to stop.‭ ‬If this was what he wanted to do to her all she could do was take it.‭ ‬When he came,‭ ‬Elaine’s butt was red from being smacked so hard by his hips.‭ ‬She wept softly from relief that is was over as he pulled out of her.

Greg left one hand on her back and turned to Faybio.‭ “‬That’s how you do it,‭ ‬Dwell,‭” ‬he taunted.‭ ‬Faybio scowled.‭ ‬Elaine clutched on to the legs of the sawhorse,‭ ‬waiting for her master to take his turn,‭ ‬waiting for the end of this round of her sexual servitude.

Roy pulled the last‭ “‬A‭” ‬out of the bag and strode over to his property.

‭”‬You’re doing great,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he said to her,‭ ‬rubbing a hand on her sweaty back.‭ ‬He slipped on a condom and rubbed some lube on his cock.‭ “‬I love seeing you get fucked like this‭; ‬my sweet,‭ ‬innocent slave.‭” ‬He squirted a little more lube into her battered asshole then pushed his way into her.‭ “‬I love making you do this.‭”

As painful and humiliating as this night had been,‭ ‬Elaine craved Roy in her ass.‭ ‬She knew the feeling of his cock buried in her bowels and loved every second of it.‭ ‬He was affirming his control over her,‭ ‬re-establishing his domination of her in a way none of these other men could do.‭ ‬Faybio might try,‭ ‬but only Roy could truly own her.‭ ‬She had said she loved him,‭ ‬she was not sure of that but she loved what he did to her,‭ ‬she loved that he made her his slave.

She closed her eyes and concentrated solely on Roy plundering her ass.‭ ‬She wanted so much to please him,‭ ‬for her body to bring him pleasure.‭ ‬She could feel waves of pleasure building in her own body,‭ ‬but knew she could not finish herself.‭ ‬If her hands were free,‭ ‬she could touch herself and get that last little bit to bring her over the edge,‭ ‬but she couldn’t,‭ ‬she needed Roy to do it to her.

‭”‬Please,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she begged,‭ “‬please make your slave cum.‭” ‬She moaned as Roy redoubled his assault on her helpless body.

‭”‬Do you deserve to cum,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he asked her.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬Master,‭ ‬I’ve been a good slave,‭” ‬she moaned.

‭”‬Tell me what I want to hear,‭” ‬he ordered her.

Elaine knew what he wanted,‭ ‬she wanted to tell him,‭ ‬but not in front of all these other people.‭ ‬She opened her eyes,‭ ‬she saw all the men looking at her,‭ ‬even Anna had her eyes on Elaine as she brought appetizers around.‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes,‭ ‬she did not want to admit it in front of all these other people,‭ ‬but she knew she had no choice.‭ ‬She wanted to cum so badly and she wanted to please her master by letting everyone know the control he had over her.

‭”‬I love you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she said softly.

‭”‬Louder,‭” ‬Roy said and smacked her ass,‭ “‬so everyone can hear you.‭”

“I love you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she shouted,‭ “‬I love being your slave.‭ ‬Thank you for making me your slave.‭” ‬She kept her eyes closed,‭ ‬not wanting to see the reactions of Anna and the men.‭ ‬She had just admitted to all of them that she loved the man who had stolen her away from her old life,raped her incessantly,‭ ‬turned her into a fuck toy.‭ ‬She loved him and she loved being tied down and fucked by them all.

‭”‬Okay,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ ‬slowing his thrusts for a minute and reaching under her to find her pleasure bud.‭ “‬I’ll make you cum.‭” ‬He held his hand in place against her clit and began pounding her ass,‭ ‬each powerful thrust pushing her clit onto his hand.‭ ‬He slid a finger into her wet slit and that pushed her over the edge.‭ ‬Elaine cried out in relief as a huge orgasm crashed over her,‭ ‬she bucked against his hand,‭ ‬against his penetrating rod.‭ ‬Her arms and legs yanked futilely against her bonds.‭ ‬Even after Roy came he kept playing with her clit and pussy,‭ ‬keeping her on the wave of the orgasm.

When she finally came down,‭ ‬Roy’s cock still in her battered ass,‭ ‬she moaned‭ “‬thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬over and over.

Roy was finished with her and announced to everyone‭ “‬that’s it for sharing time.‭ ‬We’ll take a little break,‭ ‬then draw for the night,‭ ‬someone will get this pretty slave all to themselves later.‭” ‬He unhooked Elaine from the sawhorse and helped her to her feet.‭ ‬She was unsteady and still getting the circulation back in her hands.

‭”‬Slave,‭” ‬Roy said softly but firmly,‭ ‬looking into her beautiful blue eyes,‭ “‬Anna has a round of drinks.‭ ‬I want you to take the tray and bring a drink to each of us‭ ‬.‭ ‬I want you to thank them for what they did to you,‭ ‬too.‭”

Elaine rubbed her wrists but quickly answered‭ “‬yes,‭ ‬Master.‭”

She walked unsteadily into the kitchen.‭ ‬Leon and Faybio were joking about how she was a little more steady on her feet before they all had her.‭ ‬Elaine ignored them and went on with her duties.‭ ‬Anna had a tray of drinks on the counter,‭ ‬she kissed Elaine’s neck then stepped away.‭ ‬Elaine picked up the tray,‭ ‬she was getting her balance back now,‭ ‬but still ached front and back.‭ ‬Carefully,‭ ‬she carried the tray down the stairs to the living room.

She offered the tray to Freddie first.‭ “‬Thank you for fucking my pussy,‭ ‬sir‭” ‬she said to him.‭ ‬Freddie nodded,‭ ‬leering at her as he took a glass from the tray.

She walked to Greg next.‭ “‬Thank you for fucking my ass,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬she said,‭ ‬smiling at him.

‭”‬You are most welcome,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Greg answered,‭ ‬returning her smile,‭ “‬it was my pleasure.‭”

Everyone laughed.‭ ‬Elaine stepped in front of Faybio next.‭ ‬She wanted to sneer or be rude,‭ ‬but she had to obey her master and be polite and servile.‭ “‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭ ‬for letting me suck your cock,‭” ‬she said to him.

Faybio snorted and snatched a drink.‭ “‬If you were mine I’d beat you into submission,‭” ‬he snarled.

‭”‬Well,‭ ‬she’s not yours,‭” ‬Greg said,‭ “‬and god help any woman unfortunate enough to be your slave.‭”

Tense silence hung in the room.‭ ‬Elaine offered the tray to Leon next.‭ ‬She thought he might be a protector if things went bad and wanted to cultivate him.‭ “‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭ ‬for fucking my pussy,‭” ‬she said and gave him a winsome smile.

‭”‬Oh,‭ ‬she’s good,‭ ‬Roy,‭” ‬Leon said,‭ ‬reaching out to stroke her thigh.

Elaine smiled then knelt down before Roy,‭ ‬offering the last drink to her owner.‭ “‬Thank you,‭ ‬Master,‭” ‬she said,‭ “‬for being my Master.‭” ‬He took the last drink,‭ ‬rubbed her head and set the tray down on the coffee table.‭ ‬Elaine sighed and rested her head against her young master’s muscular leg.

Roy raised his glass.‭ “‬To successful business,‭ ‬gentlemen,‭” ‬he toasted.‭ ‬They all raised their glasses,‭ ‬toasted then drained the liquor.

They began laughing and telling stories.‭ ‬Elaine sat on the floor,‭ ‬her head on her Master’s leg and thought again about what her life had become.‭ ‬Not too long ago the idea of this,‭ ‬of being a slave,‭ ‬of being gangbanged,‭ ‬would have been inconceivable.‭ ‬Now,‭ ‬it just seemed natural.‭ ‬Her body and soul seemed so alive,‭ ‬so desired.‭ ‬And there was Roy‭; ‬she sighed and rubbed his calf.‭ ‬She did love him,‭ ‬not in the way of a wife loving her husband,‭ ‬but as a slave loving her owner.‭ ‬She was entirely in his hands,‭ ‬he would do with her as she saw fit and that submission to his will was a freedom in its own right.

Anna came to the table with a stack of white poker chips and a sharpie marker.‭ “‬Write your names on a chip and toss it in the bag,‭” ‬Anna said to them.‭ “‬Elaine will draw a chip,‭ ‬winner gets her for the night.‭ ‬Roy‭?” ‬she asked.‭ “‬Are you in this,‭ ‬too‭?”

“No,‭ ‬Anna,‭” ‬he answered.‭ “‬I get her enough.‭ ‬Let someone else enjoy her tonight.‭”

Elaine somehow knew it would not be him.‭ ‬She hoped it would be Greg and hoped it would definitely not be Faybio,‭ ‬she shuddered at what he might do to her.‭ ‬The rest of the men wrote their names on the chip and tossed them into a bag.

‭”‬Elaine,‭” ‬Roy said,‭ “‬please draw a name.‭”

Elaine stood.‭ ‬She reached her hand into the bag,‭ ‬knowing full well that whomever she drew would get to use and abuse her for the rest of the night.‭ ‬She would be giving herself to a name on a chip,‭ ‬because this was what her owner wanted.‭ ‬She fondled the chips,‭ ‬feeling each of the four,‭ ‬the ridges on the edge,‭ ‬the smooth face.‭ ‬She was hoping she could tell something about them,‭ ‬make out a name,‭ ‬but she could not.‭ ‬She gave up,‭ ‬grasped one in her small hand and pulled it out without looking.

‭”‬Read the name,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Roy ordered her.

Elaine opened her hand,‭ ‬afraid of seeing Faybio’s name on the white chip.‭ ‬She sighed in relief and read‭ “‬Freddie.‭”

“Cheater‭!” ‬Leon and Faybio both called out at once.

‭”‬Come on,‭” ‬said Freddie,‭ “‬how could I possibly cheat on that one‭? ‬I had a one in four chance,‭ ‬just like each of you.‭ ‬I’m just lucky,‭ ‬you all should know that by now.‭ ‬Probability fields distort themselves in my presence,‭” ‬he said with smug melodrama.‭ “‬Believe me,‭ ‬if I could have cheated,‭ ‬I would have.‭ ‬But there was no way to rig this one.‭”

Leon and Faybio grumbled but did not make an issue of it.

‭”‬I suddenly seem very tired,‭” ‬Freddie said with an exaggerated yawn and stretch.‭ “‬I think I am going to head to bed,‭” ‬he rose and picked up his clothing.‭ ‬He handed it to Elaine and took her hand.‭ “‬Come along,‭ ‬slave.‭” ‬He waved to everyone else.‭ “‬If I do not see the rest of you in the morning,‭ ‬and I think I’ll be sleeping in,‭ ‬good luck.‭ ‬Let me know how things work out and we’ll take care of the rest from there.‭”

Elaine held his soft,‭ ‬clammy hand as they walked up the stairs.‭ ‬His hands were not like Hunter’s or Roy’s,‭ ‬they were soft with no calluses or rough skin.‭ ‬But she could also sense a dexterity and nimbleness to them.‭ ‬She could see him stacking a deck of cards or picking a lock.‭ ‬She wondered what they could do to her,‭ ‬could he please a woman with them,‭ ‬too‭? ‬Did he want to‭? ‬Would he make her cum with those nimble hands or just pound away at her with his massive cock‭? ‬And that cock,‭ ‬scared her,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬It was huge,‭ ‬she had felt it in her hot,‭ ‬wet pussy,‭ ‬felt it filling her and pushing past her cervix.‭ ‬It would be in her face,‭ ‬choking her,‭ ‬filling her mouth and entering in her throat.‭ ‬He would stick it in her ass,‭ ‬too.‭ ‬No man seemed to able to resist that and the thought of that monster in her little backdoor really worried her.

Roy watched his slave being led away by Freddie.‭ ‬He enjoyed the thought of Freddie reaming her all night long,‭ ‬of his huge cock boring into her.‭ ‬Freddie was an important man in the organization,‭ ‬he was the one with all the contacts,‭ ‬the one who could make a deal and make the money clean when they were done.‭ ‬He was a genius in his own way and facilitated much of what they did.‭ ‬They could replace security if they really had to,‭ ‬you could always find men like that,‭ ‬maybe not as good or loyal as Hunter and his crew,‭ ‬but finding someone who could arrange the acquisition and sale of illegal weapons was something else.‭ ‬Freddie and Greg had been the brains of the organization long before Roy came on board.‭ ‬And he had a huge cock that he would be using on Elaine all night.

Freddie closed the door behind Elaine and turned on the lights.‭ ‬Elaine looked around the room,‭ ‬Freddie had his bag on the dresser,‭ ‬clothes loosely piled and wrinkled.‭ ‬He added his clothes from today to the pile.‭ ‬He pulled out his phone,‭ ‬scrolled through his messages then dropped it back on top of the pile.

Freddie pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down on it.‭ ‬Elaine’s eyes kept going back to his huge,‭ ‬erect cock.‭ ‬It was just a matter of time before that thing would be inside her,‭ ‬violating her small body,‭ ‬not just once,‭ ‬but all night long.‭ ‬She stared down at her feet,‭ ‬looking at the red nail polish on her toes and waiting for him to decide what to do with her.

Freddie sat on the chair and rubbed his chin as he looked Elaine over.‭ ‬She had already had a busy day.‭ ‬He knew about Greg,‭ ‬and Roy had beamed with pride when he told how she had come into his room on her own for his wake-up blowjob and he had just watched her get fucked by five men.‭ ‬Now there was a glow to her,‭ ‬the kind of glow that came when a woman who needed to be fucked hard and often got what she was after.‭ ‬He smiled,‭ ‬thinking of all the things he was going to do to her.

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.‭ “‬Stand here,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he commanded her.‭ ‬Elaine took small steps and stood,‭ ‬naked and vulnerable in front of him.‭ “‬You have a beautiful body,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he said to her.

‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine answered.

‭”‬A beautiful body that was made to be fucked,‭” ‬Freddie added.

‭”‬Thank you,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine answered again.‭ ‬She was nervous,‭ ‬not sure what to expect from him.‭ ‬How did he like to use women‭? ‬Was he rough‭? ‬Gentle‭? ‬Did he want to hurt her or just get off himself‭? ‬Did he want her to cum‭? ‬What was his cock going to feel like in her ass‭? ‬Or down her throat‭?

“Hands above your head,‭” ‬he ordered her.‭ “‬Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine obediently placed them above her hand,‭ ‬her small hands clasping her delicate wrists.

Freddie‭ ‬leaned forward in his chair,‭ ‬reached out and caressed the inside of her thighs with his soft hands.‭ ‬There was an expert touch in them,‭ ‬a seeking quality.‭ ‬He seemed to be able to read her from his touch on her silky flesh.‭ ‬Elaine gently pushed her legs into his touch,‭ ‬responding to his exploration of her.‭ ‬He smiled and felt around the back of her legs,‭ ‬reaching up to cup her perfect butt cheeks.‭ ‬She jumped a little as one hand slid down her crack,‭ ‬feeling the smooth skin and the lube from when Greg and Roy had taken her there.‭ ‬One hand began circling her anus while the other reached up between her thighs and into her wetness.

Elaine moaned as his two hands worked on her sensitive areas.‭ ‬The hand on her ass just circled her abused back door,‭ ‬moving up and down her crack without penetrating.‭ ‬The hand in front attacked her wet and ready pussy.‭ ‬Two long fingers entered her while his thumb played with her engorged clit.‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes as he played her like and instrument.‭ ‬He seemed to know how to get her aroused,‭ ‬how to work her hands,‭ ‬how to excite her nerves.‭ ‬He quickly had her on the edge of an orgasm,‭ ‬almost ready to climax.‭ ‬He held her there,‭ ‬keeping her achingly close without cumming and without letting her drop off.‭ ‬She bit her lip and moaned,‭ ‬wanting that extra bit that would let her orgasm.‭ ‬For several long minutes he did this to her,‭ ‬whenever she tried to move to get off,‭ ‬he backed away just enough to keep her wanting.

She wanted to beg him to finish it,‭ ‬to bring her all the way,‭ ‬but she knew he would not,‭ ‬she knew he wanted her just like this and he might not let her cum at all tonight.

He stopped.‭ ‬Elaine opened her eyes and saw him looking up at her with a gleam in his eyes.‭ “‬Unless you make me very happy tonight,‭ ‬that is as close as you are going to get,‭” ‬he told her.‭ “‬I have no plans to fuck your wet pussy tonight.‭ ‬I do have plans to pound your lovely little bottom and to choke you with my cock.‭ ‬If you are good,‭ ‬maybe,‭ ‬just maybe I will make you cum.‭” ‬He wiped his finger on her thigh and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.‭ “‬Now,‭ ‬where should I fuck you first,‭ ‬mouth or ass‭?”

Elaine realized that this was not a rhetorical question,‭ ‬that he was expecting an answer from her.‭ ‬He wanted her to chose how she would be violated.‭ ‬The thought of his huge cock in either her mouth or ass scared her.‭ ‬She had been hoping for multiple orgasms as he plowed her pussy,‭ ‬but he had told her flat out that that was not going to happen.‭ ‬Her mouth went dry as she saw the impatience growing in his eyes.‭ ‬Finally she mumbled,‭ “‬mouth,‭ ‬sir.‭” ‬She did not know why,‭ ‬either way would be unpleasant,‭ ‬but she knew she had to answer.

‭”‬What was that,‭ ‬slave‭?” ‬he asked her sharply.

‭”‬In my mouth,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine said,‭ ‬clearly and loudly this time.‭ “‬Please use my mouth first,‭ ‬sir.‭”

“Very good,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Freddie purred.‭ “‬Go lie down on the bed.‭ ‬On your back with your head hanging over the edge.‭ ‬I doubt you can get my cock in your throat kneeling,‭ ‬it’s too big and I’m too hard to be flexible.‭ ‬But first,‭ ‬put your hands behind your back.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine obeyed and Freddie locked the cuffs together.‭ ‬She lay down on the bed as told,‭ ‬looking at the world upside down,‭ ‬waiting for Freddie to take her.

He got up out of the chair and stood in front of her.‭ ‬He reached down and roughly grabbed her breasts.‭ ‬Elaine squirmed as he pulled on her sensitive nipples.‭ ‬He ran his clammy hands over her body then cradled her head.‭ ‬He kept one hand in her hair and held his cock with the other.‭ ‬He smacked her pretty face a couple of time with his rod,‭ ‬smearing a little pre-cum on her forehead then guided the huge tip to her lips.

Elaine opened her mouth,‭ ‬ready for this violation.‭ ‬Freddie pushed in a fraction of an inch,‭ ‬his tip just barely in her lips,‭ ‬bumping against her teeth.‭ ‬Elaine wanted to please him,‭ ‬wanted to be past this.‭ ‬She kissed the tip and reached out with her tongue,‭ ‬tasting the salty pre-cum.‭ ‬She circled the tip with her tongue,‭ ‬reaching out as far as she could.

‭”‬Good start,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he said then entered into her mouth.‭ ‬He stopped when he reached the back of her mouth,‭ ‬just before she would start to gag.‭ ‬She hoped he would push through the gag reflex quickly,‭ ‬that was the part she hated most.‭ ‬He slid back and forth slowly,‭ ‬not penetrating too deeply.‭ “‬You have a lovely neck,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬he complimented her,‭ ‬caressing it with his hands.

Elaine wanted to say thank you,‭ ‬but with a cock in her mouth she could not.‭ ‬Freddie took hold of both sides of her head and stopped.‭ ‬Elaine took a deep breath through her nose and readied herself for what was going to come next.‭ ‬Freddie pushed in,‭ ‬Elaine briefly gagged,‭ ‬her muscles contracting on his huge shaft.‭ ‬He inexorably slid into her throat,‭ ‬stretching and filling her.‭ ‬As she saw his balls approaching her face,‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes and waited for Freddie to finish.‭ ‬He stopped when he was all the way in,‭ ‬his hairy balls ticking her nose.

‭”‬Good job,‭ ‬sweetie,‭” ‬Freddie said softly and reached down to play with her breasts again.‭ ‬Elaine was slowly choking,‭ ‬unable to breathe while he was in her.‭ “‬Now the fun starts.‭” ‬He slid back,‭ ‬all the way out of her,‭ ‬trailing a string of saliva from her as he did.‭ ‬He repeated the process,‭ ‬all the way out and all the way in,‭ ‬over and over.‭ ‬Each time Elaine took a deep gasp of sweet air before he plunged back in again.‭ ‬The worst part was gagging each time,‭ ‬if he just stayed in her it would be better.

He made his strokes shorter‭ ‬,‭ ‬but he still pulled out of her throat and into her mouth each time and each time he battered back past her gag reflex and into her stretched out throat.‭ ‬His strokes were slow,‭ ‬patient,‭ ‬powerful.‭ ‬He took his time,‭ ‬savoring the feel of her around his cock,‭ ‬enjoying watching her squirm and gag.‭ ‬He fucked her throat for a long time,‭ ‬each time he was almost ready to cum,‭ ‬he stopped with the tip of his cock resting in her mouth.‭ ‬He had all night.‭

Finally,‭ ‬Freddie was ready to finish.‭ ‬He grabbed her by the tops of her bound arms and furiously fucked her face,‭ ‬bouncing his balls off her nose,‭ ‬roughly violating her mouth and throat.‭ ‬With a deep moan he finished,‭ ‬shooting his cum deep in her throat and down into her stomach.‭ ‬He patted her face and let his cock slip from her mouth,‭ ‬leaving a trail of spit and cum down her cheek and forehead.

‭”‬Very nice,‭” ‬he panted and flopped down beside her on the bed.‭ ‬Elaine’s eyes were watering and she opened and closed her mouth,‭ ‬trying to stretch her jaw muscles.‭ ‬She hoped that that was the worst of the night,‭ ‬as much as she knew it would hurt having him in her ass,‭ ‬it had to better than that.

Freddie scooted Elaine up on the bed and rolled her on her side facing him.‭ ‬He ran his hand down her side,‭ ‬from neck to knee,‭ ‬tracing the curve of her body.‭ ‬Elaine closed her eyes and lost herself in his touch,‭ ‬he might be cruel,‭ ‬but he had a nice touch and knew how to use his hands.

‭”‬Would you like to talk,‭ ‬slave‭?” ‬Freddie asked Elaine.

She did not want to speak to him,‭ ‬she just wanted him to do whatever it was he was going to‭ ‬do to her.‭ ‬But she was curious,‭ ‬she had seen a lot happening today and wanted to know what was going on.

‭”‬Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine said.‭ “‬May I ask you a question‭?”

“You may ask,‭ ‬slave,‭” ‬Freddie said and stroked her cheek.‭ “‬You have beautiful eyes,‭ ‬Elaine.‭ ‬Keep them open.‭”

“Yes,‭ ‬sir,‭” ‬Elaine said and asked,‭ “‬Freddie,‭ ‬what’s going to happen tomorrow‭?”

“‬They are going to walk into a trap,‭” ‬Freddie said with a sigh.‭

“‬If they know it’s a trap,‭ ‬why are they going‭?” ‬Elaine asked,‭ ‬shocked.‭

“‬Because they know it’s a trap,‭” ‬Freddie sighed.‭ “‬They know,‭ ‬they are prepared for it and it’s better to fight the fight there then someplace else where they don’t know the ground or the situation.‭ ‬Hunter and his crew are already up there,‭ ‬searching,‭ ‬getting ready.‭ ‬I’m sure Roy has a few tricks up his sleeve.‭”

“‬Are you going‭?” ‬Elaine stared into his nearly black eyes.‭

“‬No.‭ ‬Greg and I are the brains and money,‭” ‬Freddie’s hand reached back and cupped Elaine’s butt.‭ “‬We’re no good in a fight and would just be in the way.‭ ‬We will stay back here,‭ ‬out of the firing line.‭ ‬Leon,‭ ‬Roy and Faybio will be heading up with the goods.‭”

“‬Faybio‭? ‬Really‭?” ‬Elaine was surprised.‭

“‬Don’t let his appearance tonight fool you,‭” ‬Freddie answered with a hint of irritation in his voice.‭ “‬He may be a prick,‭ ‬but he’s good in a fight.‭ ‬As long as he doesn’t have to think about getting hurt or losing he’s fine.‭ ‬He’s quick and a great shot.‭ ‬And,‭ ‬if things go really bad,‭ ‬he can always absorb bullets.‭”

Welcome to Chapter 7 of News Story. This is the continuing saga of Jean Meredith as she evolves in the world of domination and bondage. If you haven’t yet read them, please check out Chapters One through Six to get up to date on how we got to where we are today. Enjoy and don’t forget to vote! As always, any comments and critiques are greatly appreciated!


We are finally on our way to Washington D.C. It is no small task getting a connecting flight from Hemmingsburg to Houston; but we did it. Now we are in the air and heading for the capital. Mark and his wife Jenny are seated directly in front of us. Brent is seated to my left on the aisle. I am Jean and I am on my way toward a big, big story.

Mark is my brother and runs the old family farm. His wife, Jenny, was a high school classmate of mine who I never cared for much but who has now become a close friend. Brent is my partner, my companion, my mentor, my manager, my friend and my Master — and those attributes are in no particular order. We are both reporters for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper: a small town paper looking for the big stories.

Up to this point our most significant common connection is the ‘Man’s World’ fantasy compound. Focused on providing females with BDSM fantasies, it has served us as a recreational diversion as well as a business opportunity.

We are now flying to Washington for a potentially serious news story. Our subject will be Senator Melvin Johnson and his staff. The story has yet to be fully defined and is based only on some fuzzy rumors.


I am glad I had agreed to go on this trip with Brent. It did not seem that I had the opportunity to choose but Brent let me make the decision anyway! There were conditions.

It has already been a long day: flying out of Hemmingsburg to Houston and then laying over waiting for our flight out to Reagan International. I am leaning my head on Brent’s shoulder. He is reading the in-flight magazine. We are surrounded by the dull buzz of conversations going on throughout the cabin and the hum of the engines. Half of the people are dozing. The man to my right has drool oozing out of the side of his mouth. I scoot over as close to Brent as I can — so much for flying the friendly skies!

This plane is packed. I wonder what they are all doing; I wonder where they are all going. I am just a small town girl; it is hard for me to comprehend where all these people live and work. Even the airport at Houston was strange to me. Angry, pushy people everywhere are trying to get somewhere else in a hurry as if the world actually depended on it. I cannot feel that sense of self-importance; the world does not care about me nor does it depend on what I do. Why is everyone so frenetic?

Brent puts the magazine back into the seat pocket and holds my hand; we interlace our fingers. He loves me!

I ask Brent, “What is our itinerary once we get to D.C.?”

“Mark and I have a couple of business meetings with the government small business agencies early in the morning. You and Jenny should go sight-see and shop downtown — there won’t be anything specific for you to do until evening. You and I will be attending a private reception with the Senator and his staff and some select business people. Mark and Jenny will be meeting with Representative Coontze on the House side. They are a decoy team, of sorts, and will be talking with Coontze about the farm and some pertinent pending legislation. Beyond that, our schedules will depend on how these two dinner parties turn out. Our task is to try and steer the conversation toward the bankruptcies.”

“But how will we do that? What companies are going bankrupt?”

“There are several: first of all we have Dixon Enterprises out of Orlando. The company is a manufacturer of fuel cells for high-MPG vehicles. It was started up two years ago by a lobbyist for the Senator. I can’t remember his name off the top of my head, but that is not important to us at this time. He received a huge loan guarantee from the government on behalf of Dixon Enterprises. If we can identify the top of this heap, these other guys will get plucked up in no time.”

“What does that mean — he got a loan guarantee?”

“It means the taxpayers have co-signed for a loan to finance Dixon’s business plan. If Dixon’s plan fails and they cannot make loan repayments, then the taxpayers pick up the tab.”

“Why would the Senator sign up to that?”

“It’s called payback. The lobbyist has been a big contributor to the Senator’s two election bids. This is a commonly recurring theme throughout democratically elected governments around the world. Ours is no different; in some respects, it’s the benchmark.”

“So what about the taxpayers? How do they get their money back?”

“They probably won’t. That’s part of the magic of working within a government bureaucracy.”

“Where is the fishy stuff is going on?”

“Almost everywhere; Dixon has some reports and studies showing slow progress and deficit cash flows. The primary investors cashed out four months ago with a modest profit; the company filed for bankruptcy two months ago. The casual investor lost his shirt. The taxpayer will never see the loan paid back. This reeks of an insider information network that is incredibly extensive.”

“But is that not just an unsuccessful company? Wouldn’t that be a possibility for anyone in business for their business plan to fail — especially in a slow economy? Companies fail all the time.”

“You’re right, but the catch here is that Dixon Enterprises never existed. It is a sham company. It’s merely a black hole where money goes in and no one knows where. Somewhere there is a thread that will lead us to a trail that nails someone. It might even be the Senator himself. Something this big has got to be managed by someone in high places.”

“I understand and I’m disgusted. Any other companies involved?”

“Actually, we think there are ten companies altogether. Two other companies have filed for bankruptcy this year: Edison Engineering out of Boonesborough, Kentucky, and Miller and Sons out of place called Jaysville, Texas. I don’t think Jaysville, Texas, even exists!”

“How can they get away with this? Don’t they have to pass audits or inspections? Their books can’t be that good.”

“The tax filings and business reports are all filed and in order. There are not enough inspectors to check all this kind of thing out on site. Given a good inspector and sufficient time, he would ferret the truth out. But that’s not likely to happen. It’s so unlikely to happen that the conspirators consider it a low percentage risk. Plus the money is not so great that it’s going to raise a significant red flag. That’s our angle — it should be easier for us to get close up because the conspirators believe it’s off the radar. The Jaysville mistake is what got Billings’ attention; he has sniffed this one out from that trivial detail. But his facts are not enough to raise the alarm. That’s our job. Breaking this story will be a big prize for the Hemmingsburg Report; it could mean the revival of the newspaper world.”

The last statement sounded somewhat sarcastic but I elected not to pursue that thought. “Are they that sloppy to make a mistake like using a town that doesn’t exist?”

“Sure, money flows in Washington faster than the speed of light. No one knows where it all goes. Someone got in a hurry, made a stupid mistake and let it go. Two of the key features of any bureaucracy: crassness and arrogance.”

“How do we get in?”

“Once we get into the dinner party we’ll have to improvise. The Senator is my prime suspect so we’ll start with him. You may have to soften him up!”

“How am I going to do that? I’m not a detective.”

“Your country charm will appeal to the Senator. He’s used to slick city girls. You will seem to be an easy target for the Senator’s carnal desires.”

“You think he’ll try to seduce me into the sack with him?”

Brent grins slightly, “No, I think he’ll tie you up in a sling and beat you mercilessly!”

I ponder on that response. Brent did mention that the Senator was a ‘Man’s World’ participant. “This is another ‘Surprise Me’ option opportunity, isn’t it?”

“You should look at it that way! And I can speak from first-hand experience: you are the best.” He kisses me on top of my head.

“I suppose. Do you have any other suspects? This sounds like a big operation.”

“I have two others, but I don’t have anything of enough significance in either case.”

I look up at him to ask more questions when I hear that familiar ‘ding’ sound; the ‘seatbelt’ light goes on. The pilot’s voice pipes up on the intercom, “Please notice that we have activated the seatbelt light. We request that there be no unnecessary movement in the cabin. We are beginning our approach into the Reagan International Airport airspace. We estimate that we will be on the ground in twenty minutes. The weather in Washington is cold and blustery; it is fifty-three degrees Fahrenheit with a fourteen mile per hour breeze out of the west. The skies are partially overcast. The time in Washington presently is four-thirty P.M. Eastern Standard Time.” The intercom goes silent. I hear people snapping their tray tables back into the locked and upright positions.

I cuddle up to Brent a little closer and close my eyes. I would like to snooze a bit before we land. In fact, I would like to snooze a bit while we land — I do not particularly care for flying, especially the landing part!

I close my eyes and imagine myself hoisted in the air in a rope swing. This might not be such bad way to conduct an investigation after all.


The air temperature has increased since yesterday; it must be in the high sixties or maybe even seventy today. Jenny and I are walking along the National Mall; it is really pleasant — maybe just a little cool but the sun is out and the wind has died down. The Lincoln Memorial is off in the distance. Jenny and I have spent the morning walking and talking. The buildings along the mall look so impressive; they provide a relaxed backdrop for us to stroll along and chat. It is late in the season so there are not many flowers or pretty foliage to speak of. We never made it to shop.

Jenny says, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, maybe two o’clock.”

“Shouldn’t we be getting back to the subway? I don’t want to rush about getting ready. Mark is really nervous about tonight’s dinner parties.”

“Okay, let’s see, the station is about four blocks that way.” I pointed to our left. “Brent is a little nervous too. He says the Senator has friends everywhere. He said he once pulled Hector out of some issues with some bureaucrat.” We turn and start walking back to the station.

“Yes, he did. Hector was charged with fraud over some land deal he was involved in. The property was partially owned by the Senator’s brother. And the brother was a part of the fraud — as a co-conspirator. The Senator made some calls and it all went away. That was all before Hector moved here last year. I don’t really know any details. Mark never likes to tell me too much. Sometimes, I think he thinks I’m a bit ditzy!”

“Why would he think that? Why, you were a blonde cheerleader who just managed to graduate from college cum laude.”

She smiles. I am glad she went on to bigger and better things than cheerleading! I am getting to like Jenny more and more as I have gotten to know her. “What’s Brent telling you about the parties?”

“Very little, he says for me to act normal, friendly, let the conversation flow and to listen for any information. Anything might be useful. Pay attention. Don’t forget the details.”

“It sounds like we’re in for quite an exciting evening.” She sarcastically adds, “It was so much easier when I was just a cheerleader.”

“From what I’ve heard, Congressman Coontze relishes the camaraderie of cheerleaders!”

Even more sarcasm, “Yeah, Mark told me I was fully qualified to be a member of the Congressman’s staff by the time I graduated from high school. At that time my resume read: young curvy blonde female with skimpy cheer outfit available for consultation. I met all of the requirements!”

We titter and walk on toward the subway station with our elbows interlocked.


I am standing in front of the mirror wearing only a towel wrapped around my waist loosely knotted, trying to get my hair dry with one of those premium hotel-supplied hair dryers. This hotel room is nice but not frilly. There are two large rooms: a living room and a bedroom. The bathroom is large with a walk-in shower (Brent and I took advantage of that last night — we were, of course, only trying to save on water use! Ha!) There is a large sink and mirror outside the bathroom door.

Brent strolls in and stands behind me leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He is only wearing his underwear. They are black. He tugs on my towel and it drops to the floor leaving me naked.

“You’d better not bother me. I’m a woman AND I am trying to get dressed! Now you know that that is not a good combination!”

“Oh, excuse me, you’re not dressed yet? I was hoping this was it! Will I get the sink sometime before the party starts? I would like to at least brush my teeth.”

“Be patient, just a few adjustments to the hair then I’m going back to get dressed.” I look back at him through the mirror; he is looking down and checking my backside! I innocently ask, “What are you looking at back there?”

In the mirror I see his face light up in amazement. He fakes the voice of shock and says, “I have never seen anything quite so big.”

I turn around and throw my wet washrag at him. He immediately evades my attack and the wet rag hits the wall, goes ‘shplort’ and rolls down to the floor.

“What was that for?” he innocently inquires.

“Don’t talk about my behind like that. Don’t you realize I’m the most perfect woman you could ever have?”

He quickly recoups his normal mien and snaps, “Oh, excuse me, I wasn’t referring to your ass as being big; it isn’t all THAT big! I was admiring my spectacular pecker!”

I drolly reply, “Hey, don’t flatter yourself; it’s not all that great.”

“That’s not what you were moaning last night. Anyway, where could you find this kind of quality?” He was waving his hands around like some kind of TV-sales guy.

I speak as sultry as I can, “Your incredible pecker only achieves its magnificence because of me. It’s nothing without me.” I turn to face him looking as seductively as I could. I slide my hands down into his underwear and fondle his balls.

He looks at me and unconvincingly says, “This could make us late. I’d hate to keep the Senator waiting.”

I alluringly purr, “I think we have the time.” I recede to my knees looking up at him in obeisance. “I’ll be no time at all, my lord.”

I pull his shorts down and start sucking his already large cock. It does not take me long to get his member rock solid. I pull on it back and forth. I hear him groaning, “Dammit, you are the best.” Finally, he gushes his juice into my mouth. I swallow it all. I lick the head of his cock as the last few dribbles seep out. I look up at him as I pull his undershorts back up.

I stand and look at him haughtily, “Now, are you still worried about the Senator?”

“I doubt that he would notice if we were a few minutes late.”

I shuffle my ass as I walk back into the bedroom. I glance in the mirror; Brent has that satisfied grin on his face. He does not think my ass is too big; I can tell! I close the door behind me. I hear him brushing his teeth.

The dress Jenny and I picked out for tonight is hanging in the closet. She was a big help packing. The dress is black with a black belt that has gold highlights. The belt is wide and rides high. The dress is gathered under my breasts and folds over them. The neck is not open; an elastic band at the top holds it snugly on my skin. The gold highlights continue at half the intensity above the belt and all the way to the neckline. The hem runs just below my knees. The sleeves are quarter the length of my arm. The entire dress is form fitting and zips up the back. There are no decorations, buttons, ribbon or any other add-ons beside the belt and highlights. It is simple. I am sure I can distract the Senator in this dress.

I slip into my bra and pull on some black panties. I drop the dress over my head and slide my arms into the sleeves. I cannot quite get it zipped all the way up, but I am sure Brent will do the honors. I model the dress in the mirror; it fits great! I pick up my black coat and head for the door.

Brent is standing there by the mirror adjusting his cuff. He is dressed in a tailor-fit black suit with a white shirt and black bow tie. I make a mental note: we need a fantasy where we are dressed formally — he really looks delectable.

He turns around. When Brent sees me, he has that look on his face again: it is the face that every girl wants her man to have when he really takes a good look at her. I think he is drooling! He says, “Outstanding! You clean up very well!” He lowers his voice and tries to sound regal, “Twill be an honor to escort you to the ball, milady.”

I answer in the shrillest voice I can muster, “What do you mean by that — ‘the ball’?” I cannot keep up the façade anymore; I never could do that. I walk over to him dropping the coat on the desk, “Will you zip me please?” as I turn my back to him.

“No problem.” He uses both his hands to poke around on my ass while he asks himself, “Now where is that zipper?”

“It’s a bit higher than that, dear!” I reply in fake disgust. He reaches his hands upward and comes around cupping each of my breasts. I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like. I lean my head back on his chest for a momentary indulgence then remind him, “We are really going to be late if you keep this up.”

He pushes me off him and says matter-of-factly, “Okay!” Then he zips me up, firmly pats me on the behind and says, “Let’s go! The taxi is probably waiting. What’s taking you so long, woman?” I punch his shoulder. He grabs hold of his arm and feigns injury; I ignore him.

Brent picks up my coat and helps me put it on. He lays his trench coat over his arm, opens the hotel room door and we step out into the hallway. The elevator is just around the corner from our room. Brent hits the ‘Down’ arrow button. I hold onto his other arm wondering just what we have gotten ourselves into.


We are standing in the swanky lobby of the country club. Black marble tiles cover the floor; there is a small cement fountain in the center of the room with a naked female sculpture holding a pitcher. Water pours out of the spout into about four inches of water. Pennies, nickels and dimes line the bottom of the pool. It is already dark outside, but the curtains are still open in the windows. The drapes are dark yellow. There is a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling providing a dim light for the room. The attendant at the door is talking to Brent while I admire the furnishings.

In a moment, the attendant opens the door and motions for us to follow. Once inside he speaks loudly, “Excuse me, everyone, excuse me please.” The conversations quiet down and everyone looks at us. I feel like every eye is ogling us as we stand there at the door.

The attendant waits until everyone is quiet, and then continues, “Please welcome Mr. Brent Adams with his companion, Jean.” There is some light applause, after which the conversations pick back up. The banquet room is dark. I hardly see the faces on the other guests; I guess there are twenty other people in the room. I do not recognize anyone.

A small string quartet in the far corner begins playing chamber music. They are very good.

Tables are set up with white tablecloths, white china and silver, large crystal glasses. The salads are already at each seat. Maybe we will eat soon; I am hungry!

The floor in here is wooden slats. The walls are half brick, up from the floor, and the other half is stucco up to the ceiling. Behind two open doors I see two long hallways radiating away from the banquet room. I can see three other doors that are closed. To the left are two large buffet tables. The steel food trays are there covered with steel lids. I can see blue flame flickering underneath several of the trays. There are wisps of steam popping out from under a few of the lids.

Brent says, “The Senator has not yet arrived. It seems we actually had time to frolic some more; how about you and me on a table over there in the corner?”

I whisper back to him, “Don’t tempt me. It’s dark in here and the tables — they look fairly sturdy. Do you think we would annoy the guests?” I answer my own question. “Well, maybe but keep that thought! Where’s the Senator?”

“The Senator will not ever arrive at a dinner party until all the guests have arrived. It’s not stylish. There is one more couple yet to arrive: one of the ministers from the Mongolian embassy.” That amuses me; we had just spent a couple of days at a Mongol harem!

The entry door opens and the attendant walks in with another couple. He declares, “Excuse me, everyone, excuse me please.” I am admiring the table settings and the décor; I am not paying attention to the newly arrived guests. The room gets quiet.

The attendant announces, “Please welcome Mr. Hamid Villankahn with his companion, Jasmine.” That catches my attention! I look to the entryway and see them walk in. Jasmine looks gorgeous dressed in a long Mongolian gown: even in this darkness I can see the color array of her dress. It is fabulous. Hamid looks strong and virile, just as I remember him.

Brent softly jabs me and whispers in my ear, “Quit drooling!”

I discretely slap his arm. “I’m not drooling. What are they doing here? Are they gonna squeal?”

“Oh no, not at all. Hamid got this dinner invitation set up for us. Obviously, he has connections that neither Mark nor I have! And I’m sure he wanted a little more of your action, too. He undoubtedly has never had someone like you. Do you know how much he paid for you at that auction?”

I would like to know how much, but I portray embarrassment instead, “Shut up! We’re here on assignment.” I look back toward Jasmine and Hamid. “I’m surprised to see them. Why did he bring Jasmine?”

“She is the Deputy Minister. Hamid is her escort. He is someone she likes to keep around; you might say Hamid is Jasmine’s ‘handy man’.” Brent walks to Hamid. I stand there still shocked and confused. Brent and Hamid bow to each other, and then grasp hands in a solid handshake.

Jasmine walks to me smiling as big as can be. “Good evening, Jean. So good to see you again, yes?” She bows and offers her hand for shaking; I bow in return and shake her hand.

I am pleased to see her. “Yes, I am very surprised to see you here. No one told me you were going to be here — or Hamid for that matter.”

Jasmine laughs. “You see Hamid, yes?” I nod. “You no have. He my husband! He no speak English. So sorry — fantasy time over!”

I am surprised again and now I am genuinely embarrassed! What more am I going to find out tonight?

Jasmine says, “Please excuse, I go to talk with others. Have good dinner. Maybe we see each other again, yes?”

“That would be nice; I’m happy to see you again, Jasmine.” She looks at me with a bit of snootiness, turns and walks away.

It is just a couple of more minutes and the attendant opens the doors once again. He walks in with a single man. This must be the Senator. He declares, “Excuse me, everyone, excuse me please.” The place goes silent immediately.

The attendant announces, “Please welcome Senator Melvin Johnson.” The attendant immediately turns, leaves and closes the door behind him. The Senator has not brought a date with him.

The guests lightly applaud as the Senator walks in, motioning with his hand he pleads, “Please, not necessary. I am so glad to be here. I am very happy you could attend. Please, continue to mingle — we will be eating momentarily.” The Senator has the look of a football linebacker: strong and lean. He walks with an air of authority. I am surprised he does not have a lady friend with him. I had heard he was not married; he certainly must be one of the most eligible bachelors in Washington.

The second he stops speaking several people dressed all in white come out of a door just behind the buffet. They look around then approach people as if they are on a mission; they are. One man comes up to me and says, “Miss Meredith, please come with me. We will be seating you for dinner.” He offers his arm to me.

“Thank you,” I reply and hold his arm with my hand. I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like.

He walks to the table opposite the buffet and seats me on the third table setting. There are eight settings on this table. Right behind us is another man escorting Brent to sit beside me at the second position; Brent stands behind the chair. A few seconds later, another man escorts a lady who is seated on the other side of Brent. He takes no notice of her; he just stares out across the room. Two other couples are escorted to our table leaving an empty seat next to me. The men stand and the ladies are seated.

The men in white all scurry about getting the guests seated except for the Senator; he is still standing in the middle of the room. The men in white all retreat to the buffet table standing behind it.

He speaks, “Again, let me welcome you all to this little dinner. I’m so glad you could all come. I hope we can be friends tonight and talk about fun things. Leave the business of the day for the day time. Let’s fellowship now and get better acquainted, shall we? I will do my best to make sure I don’t miss anyone before we are done this evening. But first, let’s enjoy the meal the club has prepared for us.” With that he walks around the perimeter of the room to our table. He stands behind the chair and commands, “Gentlemen, please be seated.” The men all sit.

One of the men in white comes back to our table and says, “Please follow me to the buffet. After you are seated again, we will serve the beverages.”

We all stand. Brent offers his arm to the lady on his right. Confused, I begin to say something when the Senator taps my arm. He offers his arm to me and politely asks, “May I have the honor?”

I am taken aback but brace myself in an instant. “Thank you, Senator. The honor is mine.” We walk from behind the table and on to the buffet.

“I would like to introduce myself — Melvin Johnson — politician, concerned citizen, outdoor enthusiast, activist and, currently, United States Senator.” Interesting — a five tick point resume. He thrusts his hand out; I daintily put mine into his and we shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Senator — I am Jean Meredith.”

“Excellent, Jean. How are you enjoying the city of Washington? Is this your first visit to the capital?”

“Yes, it is! The city is magnificent. I walked around the mall all morning just taking in the monuments and memorials. It is breathtaking.”

“I know what you mean. I had not been here before my first term. In the last six years, I have grown very fond of the city. Still, I miss the country — walking in the forest — sitting by the creeks — camping under the stars; I am a country boy at heart.”

“Really? I did not know that. You were very young when you were first elected.”

“Yes. I was thirty-six, just one year past the minimally required constitutional age. It’s been tumultuous ever since. Ah, hear we are. May I have your plate please?” I hand it to him. “Let’s see what we have to eat.”

He looks over the buffet and begins dropping helpings onto his plate. Without skipping a beat he asks me, “What would you like? I will get it for you.”

I look ahead of me, Brent is filling the plate for the lady he is escorting — this must be the way it is done. I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like.

“I will have some green beans, and, is that grilled pork? A small slice would be good. And I would like to have a little corn casserole and a little pasta salad — not too much, please. It all looks just too delicious. Thank you, Senator.”

“You’re welcome, Jean.” He sets his plate down, takes my plate and fills it exactly as I requested. He picks up his own plate and says, “Let’s go back and be seated, shall we.”

I try to pick up our conversation where we left off, “So, you are only forty-one or –two now? That is still very young for the average Senator. What’s the secret of your success?”

“It’s simple; I have the best staff. My people are on top of everything. It’s almost like they don’t need me around. This is a very busy job I have here and I wouldn’t be able to survive without them. The office functions effortlessly even when I’m not around!”

“Do you really think your staff is special? At this level, I would think everyone has to have an above-average staff to survive.”

“Yes that is true. However, if you’re lucky enough, as I have been, to get several extra-sharp people, then it pays dividends in the long run. I am always prepared for votes, I am briefed on my committee duties and my schedule is run with impeccable precision.” He pauses as we approach our seats. “Well, here we are.” He sets the plates down, pulls out my chair and seats me.

“Thank you, Senator.” He gently pushes the chair forward.

“You are most welcome, Jean.”

Just then, Brent and his lady come back to the table. Likewise he sets their plates down and seats her. He turns to me and says, “Jean, please let me introduce you to Christine Zimmerman.” He nods back to her; she extends her hand and we shake. “Christine, this is Jean Meredith.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jean.”

“Nice to meet you too, Christine.”

Brent interjects, “Christine is the Senator’s Chief of Staff.”

“That’s wonderful! The Senator has been ultra-complementary when speaking of his staff. He has given you all the credit for his success.”

“The Senator is modest. We do our job, but he is still at the helm making the big decisions, participating in the debates and crafting the solutions. We fill in the blanks and follow-up on the details.” I suddenly get the feeling that I am listening to a campaign speech.

“From all appearances you and the staff are doing an outstanding job. I find it amazing that the Senator is so young and already in his second term. You all have already gone through two successful election cycles.”

“The Senator has a lot to offer to his state and to the country. That makes it so much easier when you have a message and viable solutions.”

Brent takes his seat and asks Christine about her food selections. That was my signal to attend back to the Senator; and not a moment too soon. The Chief of Staff is making me nauseous with her bubbly endorsement of the Senator; she needs to save that stuff for the next election campaign.

The Senator and I resume our discussion as we enjoy the fine food.


The waiters have cleared the tables leaving only our drinks. The orchestra begins playing again. The Senator stands while holding my hand, “May I have the honor of your presence on the dance floor?”

I stand and reply, “Certainly, Senator.” We walk out to the dance area. Several other couples are joining us and the others who were already there. The Senator puts his hand on my waist and continues holding my opposite hand as we begin to dance.

“Jean, dinner was excellent, don’t you think?” So, here is a fellow who is among the most powerful in the entire country, and he is asking me about dinner. He is not so intimidating standing here holding onto me as we dance; maybe he is just another guy.

“Senator, It’s been a while since I’ve had such a good dinner. Everything was delicious.”

“Tell me. What it is that you do when you aren’t visiting us here in the capital?”

I think to myself: be brief, Jean; do not talk about yourself; you are here to talk about the Senator. “I’ve just graduated from college. I started working as a newspaper reporter just a couple of weeks ago for a small local paper.”

“That’s outstanding. So many graduates are having difficulty finding any work nowadays. I really feel badly for them.”

“It’s been challenging. My first front page story will be published this week.” Why did I volunteer that? Senator, please do not ask me what the story is about. I do not want to talk about the ‘Man’s World’ fantasy enterprise tonight. That is not why we are here!

“What is your story about?”

Augh! It is my fault: I opened the door and he jumped right in. “It’s about a new business that’s moved into town. It has appealed to a client base that stretches over many states. I wrote a story describing their services and the mindsets of their customer base.” Please do not follow-up.

“What services do they provide?”

Augh! He is doing this on purpose — I just know it! “I really cannot tell you before the story is published. That would be an unethical breach of my client’s privacy and the editor’s proprietary ownership of the story.” He is not going to fall for that stupid excuse is he?

“Okay, I understand.” Huh? Where is the follow-up question, Senator? “But it sounds wonderful, Jean. I am so glad you are succeeding so early in your career. You must be proud.”

Enough about me, Senator, let us talk about you. “Senator, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you cope with the everyday grind here: voting, keeping track of bills, writing bills, debating, committee meetings and everything else that goes with it?”

“The staff keeps me up-to-date on the details. I am a champion debater, but not a lot of that goes on during Senate proceedings. The decorum only allows the most civil discussions. We roll out the punches on the Sunday news shows!” He chuckles.

I smile and go on, “How about the lobbyists? I’ve heard that one of your lobbyists has a company that is filing for bankruptcy. There is a lot of money involved. What’s up with that?”

The Senator looks confused, “What are you asking? I’m not aware of any bankruptcies like that. Your information must not be accurate?”

“Dixon Engineering out of Orlando, Senator, haven’t they filed for bankruptcy?”

“Oh, Jean, your information is definitely not any good. Christine has just spent a few days with the boys at Dixon. Everything is going well. She can fill you in.” Senator, I would rather that you tell me; I do not want to ask Christine. This is a significant event and a big pile of money is at stake.

“When was the last time you visited Dixon Engineering?”

“I’m not sure, maybe two years ago. I’m not sure, Jean, but Christine would know. I can ask her later. And you’ve heard they are in bankruptcy. That is amazing. As far as I know, they are sailing along famously!”

The orchestra finishes its number; everyone claps politely. Brent joins us and asks the Senator, “May I break in, Senator, and dance with my girl?”

“Yes, Brent, my apologies for monopolizing her time!” the Senator looks at me, “Thank you for the dance, Jean, I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“Thank you, Senator.” He walks back to the table. The orchestra starts playing again. Brent holds me close to him and we began to dance.

I wrap my arms around Brent’s neck crossing them behind his head. I lay my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for call me your girl.”

Brent snorts and then asks, “What did you and the Senator talk about?”

“Mostly nothing. He’s incredibly polite. I’ve relished in his valiant courtesy. Otherwise, this guy is a buffoon. He ought to run for President. I have never heard someone talk so long and say so little in all my life. Do you think he’s being coy?”

“Maybe. I’ve been talking to Christine. She is very, very evasive but I’ve managed to find out a couple of things. She flinched when I asked about the bankruptcies. They’ve been buried in the press. For someone like me, who is so close to the Senator, to know about them has made her nervous. We will be dancing in a few minutes; I have a few more lines of questions to ask. It will be interesting. I’m not so sure about the Senator and being coy — he may very well be a buffoon. But you need to be diligent.”

“Don’t scare me, Brent. I’m not as cool as you are.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He strokes the hair on the back of my head. “Anything else?”

“He did say he thought Dixon Engineering was in business and chugging along. I think he used the word ‘famously’. He says he hasn’t visited in a couple of years. But he says Christine was just there. You might want to ask her about that? The Senator said that she had a good ole’ time with the boys!”

“That is interesting. Keep pushing him for information. He’s a Senator. He may not break very easily even if he is a buffoon. No one gets the position he has reached without some sort of personal charisma. Try this: say you heard about a new operation called Suns-Up Energy. Tell him you read their by-line. Ask him who you might contact for a job with them. Okay?”

“Yeah. Suns-Up Energy, I got it.”

“Are you very sure?”

“What is Suns-Up Energy’s product or service?”

“I don’t know; I just made them up.”

“I will do it. Now let me just hold onto you for a while.” I push my body against his as closely as I can.

We continue dancing and holding each other until the music ends. We walk back to the table hand-in-hand.

The Senator is already there talking to Christine. Brent holds the back of Christine’s chair and asks, “May I have this dance, Christine?”

“Thank you, Brent, I’d be delighted.” She stands and they walk to the dance floor.

The Senator says, “Would you like to dance some more?”

I timidly ask, “Can we stay here and talk for a while?”

“Sure, that’s okay with me.”

A waiter walks up and refills our water glasses. “Any drinks for you, ma’am?”

“No, thank you.”

“And you, Senator?”

“No, thank you good man. Water will be fine.” The waiter goes on to the next table.

The Senator asks, “What shall we talk about?”

“If I may be so bold, I would like to ask you about a job prospect. I read about them not too long ago. They are a government contractor that is listed on your website. The name is Suns-Up Energy.”

“Why would a newspaper reporter want a job with an energy company?” He is stalling, I know he is. He is trying to figure out just what Sun’s-Up Energy does!

“Do you know what small-town newspaper reporters get paid? Energy is the future! Suns-Up Energy sounds like a good prospect.”

The Senator mumbles, “Oh, yeah, Suns-Up Energy. I tell you what, Jean; I will check with the staff and have someone call you in the next couple of days. We should be able to help you out somehow. Is that okay?”

“That would be great! Thank you, Senator.” He does not have the foggiest notion about Sun’s-Up Energy. But he made a sort of promise to me. That was not a good idea on his part.

Hamid and Jasmine step to the table. The Senator stands and says, “Deputy Minister, you are not leaving already?”

Jasmine responds, “Yes, Senator. We thank you for, uh . . . for hospitality. Yes.”

“Why thank you. I was honored to have you here tonight. If you don’t mind, please wait a few more minutes in the lobby. I need to speak with you privately for a few minutes before you depart. I will be right there.” He extends his hand and shakes with both Jasmine and Hamid.

Jasmine looks at me and says, “Good night, Jean. So nice seeing you.”

I respond, “Good night.” We shake hands too. Hamid looks at me. I bow and offer my hand. He smiles big and shakes my hand, but does not bow (and I remember that he did pay a handsome price for me at an auction a few days ago); then he walks out into the lobby with Jasmine.

Several guests stop by the table to bid the Senator a good night. It is now about nine-thirty and two thirds of the guests are gone. Brent is over by the buffet talking with Christine.

The Senator pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it to me; it is a room security key-card. “Jean Meredith, if you don’t mind step back to Room 212 there to the right.” I look down the long hallway. “There is an ante-room to the office. I will be right there — I must talk to the Deputy Minister for a moment. Please excuse me.” He drops his napkin on the table and walks toward the lobby.

I have no idea what he wants to do in the ante-room. Or maybe I do, but here, with these people milling about? This guy must be impervious to fear! I lay my napkin on the plate and walk to the hallway. I notice Brent watching me; he has a slight smile on his face and subtly nods. He takes hold of Christine’s arm and whispers something into her ear. They both walk out to the lobby.

I use the key-card to open the door. I glance down the hall; no one is paying attention to me. The ante-room, Room 212, is nothing special. There is a small couch and two folding chairs. There is another door opposite the one I had entered. I do not see a sling anywhere (Brent may not be right on this one). I look at the pictures on the walls. They show political people, I suppose, at big dinners here; some of the pictures are dated in the 1920s and 30s. I do not recognize any of the names. There are people in the pictures of many ethnicities and some apparently wearing local native garb.

I hear the key-lock click. The door opens and the Senator enters closing the door behind him. “Thank you for joining me.” He sits on the couch. “Please, come here and sit. We definitely need to talk.” He points to his right side. I sit down beside him on his right. I discretely cross my left leg over my right.

He puts his arm on the back of the couch behind me. He says nothing.

I ask, “Jasmine, the Deputy Minister, seemed uncomfortable tonight. Did you notice that?”

“The only thing that makes her uncomfortable is if someone calls her by the name Jasmine.” Oops! “It seems Jasmine does not like her name. It’s an old cultural name that is generally considered to mean belonging to a lower caste.”

“Oh, my! I had no idea. I insulted her, didn’t I?”

“Not to worry. She’s the least of your problems.”

“You don’t seem to have any problems, do you?”

“Jean, my dear, I am a U.S. Senator. My days are filled with troubles. Oh, well, it still pays pretty well.”

“Your staff keeps you out of trouble, don’t they?”

The Senator looks at me and chortles. “Oh, Jean, always the reporter, aren’t you? You know what? We have met once before.”

“I don’t remember us ever meeting. I’m pretty good with names and I never forget a face.”

He chortles again. “Jean, the last time we met was three weeks ago; I was wearing a mask. You were lying on a mini-bed with your arms behind you and your legs up in the air in a V-shape. I came into your room and probed you with my whip.”

I was flabbergasted and I immediately felt humbled. “Are you serious?” Brent, my Master, had tied me to the bed and pulled my legs wide apart with ropes hanging from the rafters. He had left me alone in that room. In just a few short minutes, I heard someone walking around the house. In just a few more minutes, I listened to a girl being savagely beaten in the room just across the hall. When it was over, the whip wielding brute strolled into my room, roaming around me lying prone on that bed. He poked me and tormented me with his whip; and yet he did not strike me with it a single time. Even so, I still felt the terror and anguish.

“Yes, I am serious. You looked mouthwatering lying there. Had I not been focused on the end game of my prior activities, I might have worked you over then and there.” End game? That is an unbelievable allusion to what I heard in that room.

I am getting nervous now. “So, what are you saying?”

“Did Brent tell you my nickname: Whip Meister?”

“Yes, he did.” I pause and look away. He moves his right hand (which is behind me) onto my shoulder; I look at his hand. “So, what are you proposing?” I insist.

“Jean, I am not going to whip you, it that’s what is worrying you. ‘Man’s World’ dominants do not exclusively whip woman. At least, there won’t be a whipping here — it’s not secluded enough here.”

“Then what?”

“Jean, you don’t need to be worried. You are asking a lot of questions and I have been answering them as best I can. I also that know you are a rep for ‘Man’s World’. I think it’s time for our demo run; I was promised a run through with a beautiful young lady.”

I think for just a second. I uncross my legs and roll over onto his lap. I pull my skirt around so it does not inhibit my movement. I put my hands on his shoulders and look down into his eyes. “Is this the correct way to start?” He beat a woman in the room next to me. She pleaded because she had not pleased him. She was in agony. He was angered and demanding correction on her part. I am not going to make her mistake. He looks like he would be an efficient ‘Whip Meister’. Today I did not really want to find out first hand.

He smiles and runs both his hands underneath my skirt into my panties and begins squeezing my butt cheeks. Suddenly, I liquesce under his touch. He comments, “You have such a nice physique.” I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like.

I pull his jacket off his arms. I remove his tie and unbutton his shirt pulling it up from inside his pants; I unbutton his cuffs then pull the shirt off and lay it aside.

He presses himself into the back of the couch and says, “Turn around and sit here on the couch between my legs.” I twirl around and pull my skirt up again so that I (1) show him my ‘nice’ ass and (2) have the skirt up from underneath me so it does not get in the way. He pushes my head down slightly and unzips my zipper. He pulls the dress up and over my head; he sets it neatly on the couch arm away from us. Then he removes my bra and lays it on top of the dress.

I am wearing only panties now. It is a little cool in here; my nipples stiffen and stand erect. I am seated on the edge of the couch between his legs. The Senator runs his hands up and cradles my breasts. “Here, let me check out these nice tits.” He rubs them and pushes them up. He squeezes my tits between his fingers. I lean back against him; I hold my hand behind his head. I am breathing heavily as he arouses me even more.

The Senator slides his hands down my belly and into my panties. He directs me, “Spread your legs.” I spread my legs wide; he pushes my pussy lips apart and fondles each lip with an index finger. He moves his fingers up and down whirling them around in the process. “Wider!” he orders. I sink further into bliss as I extend my legs even further apart. He pulls his left hand up and runs the middle finger of his right hand deep into me. “Keep your legs widely spread,” he says. I groan as he moves his finger inside me. He rubs me forcefully and I groan over and over.

He moves his hands up to my waist. The Senator pushes me down twisting me off the couch and onto my knees. I pull his shoes off. I unbuckle his belt, unbutton the pants and pull them off. I can see his cock bulging in his underwear. I pull them off; he scoots down on the couch and opens his legs wide. I hold onto his cock with my hand. I stoop down and start licking his balls. I lick between his legs going back almost to his asshole. I make his entire crotch wet. I lick on his belly around the base of his cock. I am going to take my time and make sure he is satisfied with me.

The Senator takes hold of my hair and pulls me away; he takes his cock and aims it toward me then pulls my head back forward. He is changing my plan. I open my mouth as he feeds it to me. He bobs my head back and forth. He is watching me suck his dick. I look up at him as he keeps me focused.

After just a few minutes he enjoins, “Climb up here.” He pulls his dick from my mouth and waves it back and forth. It is long and thick; its head is round and smooth and wet from my tongue.

I whisper, “Yes sir,” and pull myself up. It is strange, but I notice he is only wearing his black socks and his wrist-watch. That is the way it always is on movie sex scenes. What an odd thing to notice here and now.

I am up on the couch; I face him, on my knees straddling his legs as he aims his cock for my clit. My hands are on the back of the couch and my breasts hang in his face. I slowly ease myself down on his member; I whimper as it moves inside me. The Senator holds my waist and moves me up and down. As I get going to the rhythm he likes, he moves his right hand up to my breast and softly massages it. I feel something pulling on me; I look down — he is sucking on my nipple as I rock up and down. I am enchanted and cannot stop. I keep on rocking and start revolving my ass.

I ask him, “Do you like that?” He lurches a little and I hear a soft moan. I drop all the way down onto his lap and start grinding. He puts his hands on my waist and leans back to enjoy the ride. I writhe in my own pleasure and I can feel his stiff member moving about my insides.

Quickly, the Senator leans forward moving me down off his cock. He sets me on the floor and takes hold of his cock. He barks, “Open your mouth wide! Tongue out!” He rubs his member; I open my mouth and set him a target. He begins moaning; his white juice begins streaming out and into my mouth. He aims two more good shots into my mouth. No wonder he is a Senator. His cum drips down off my chin. I have never had so much cum in my mouth at one time. I swallow what I can. I bend forward and suck on his still-hard cock pulling more sauce out and into my mouth. I swallow more. I lick his cock all over; I want it to be clean when I am done.

The Senator stands up. He pulls on his underwear and his pants. He puts on his shirt. He looks at me and says, “Jean, it’s about time for us to leave. A staffer will call you a taxi to take you back to the hotel. I have a car out back, actually out this door here. Please hurry and get dressed. It’s been a long day. I’m sure you would like to get some rest. Thank you for a remarkable evening, Miss Jean Meredith.” He continues buttoning up. This is very abrupt!

He pauses and watches me put my dress on. He says, “By the way, you have a very nice technique — you must be an outstanding submissive. Thank you.”

I dutifully reply, “Thank you, Senator.” I am glad he did not demonstrate his skills that earned him the title: ‘Whip Meister’. On the other hand, it might be useful for a future fantasy — another mental note.

He picks up his coat, slips his shoes on and walks out the back door. I hear a car rev up and drive off. What a quick exit! I would have wanted to talk to him more.

He knew who I was. I wonder if he was wondering why I was really there. Someone in his position must be suspicious of anyone who walks in the door and says hello. I sense that my line of questioning was bothering him.

Dammit. I cannot get this dress zipped all the way up. I will just go to the lobby and put my coat on.

There is a knock on the door. “Yes.”

“Miss Meredith, it’s Jefferson. The Senator sent me over with the limo.”

I thought the Senator had said taxi. No matter — I want to get back to the hotel. “Okay. Come on in.” I slip my right shoe on. The door swings open. “Thanks. The Senator said you would be here. Just let me slip my other shoe on then I’ll be ready to go.”

“No problem, ma’am. Please excuse me for being so brazen, but I noticed your dress is unzipped. May I zip it up for you?” He seems honorably self-conscious.

“Sure, I would appreciate that.” I rotate my back toward him. He gently tugs the zipper up to the top. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Meredith.”

I straighten my dress and walk out of the room. I speedily walk to the lobby; he trails behind me. I go to the coat rack and get my coat. I pull it on hastily.

The large black limousine sits in front of the lobby doors. Jefferson holds a door open for me; he is so polite. Just like the Senator. I climb in; I hesitate when I see another man sitting at the end of the seat on my left. I look back at Jefferson just as he pushes me to move over and sits to my right. This does not seem right.

“I hope you don’t mind, but the Senator asked me to make sure you get into your room safely.”

I am not sure I feel any relief; but he does seem so gallant. But this looks to be overkill under the circumstances. “Thank you; I appreciate yours and the Senator’s concern.”

I look at Jefferson; suddenly a cloth is pushed over my mouth and nose. Jefferson swiftly pins my arms back against the limo seat back. I cannot get away from Jefferson’s grip. This cloth over my face is wet and it smells strangely; the other man presses it tightly over my mouth and nose. I feel woozy; something is wrong — everything looks so fuzzy. And then everything goes dark.


I cannot move. My wrists are bound behind my back; my ankles are also bound together. I am wearing a blindfold and a gag. Otherwise, I am stark naked. I can hear muffled voices but I cannot quite make them out. It sounds like I am inside a moving vehicle but I cannot see. I am lying down on stiff carpeting with a smelly blanket thrown over the top of me; it is chilly nevertheless. They have thrown me into the trunk!

Every time the limo hits a bump I bounce on the hard floor. It is very uncomfortable in here.

I am petrified in horror. I do not know where I am or where I am going. I can remember Jefferson pushing me into the limousine and the cloth sliding over my face. That is all I can remember. They must have chloroformed me. How long I have been lying here conked out? I have a headache.

I struggle to loosen my bonds. They are securely tightened. I cannot budge them.

Abruptly, I start sliding; the limo is turning left — and it is turning off the pavement onto what must be a dirt road. This road is very rough; I am bouncing everywhere. The driver is in a hurry. Where is he going in such a rush? I am scared. I think I am scared for my life. I do not know what will come to pass.

The limo is slowing down. It does not bounce quite so much now. We are turning again — to the right. There is the sound of wood knocking against itself; that sounds like a cow-catcher. Maybe we are on a farm. The car moves slowly for another minute before slowing to a stop.

Two doors slam shut; they must be out of the car. There are at least three of them — the two that were in the back with me and the driver. I cannot move. I am terrified.

The trunk latch clicks and I hear the creaking sound of the trunk opening. The cold night air rushes in and envelopes me; I am already scared — now I am shivering too.

I hear a voice say, “Hey look; Sleeping Beauty is awake!”

“Shut up and bring her in the house!” That was Jefferson speaking; he is not the polite man who picked me up at the club.

Someone takes hold of my arms and pulls me up. He drags me over the lip of the trunk. Once out of the trunk, he stands me on my feet; I cannot keep my balance. Someone pulls me forward and I feel something press against my stomach. Suddenly I am being lifted in the air — he is putting me over his shoulder. He drops me onto his shoulder; I grunt upon the impact. He wraps an arm around the back of my knees. My bare body is hanging off someone’s shoulder.

I feel his steps as he walks. He takes about one dozen steps then he goes up three steps. The sound of steps changes to a hollow wooden sound; we must be up on a deck or patio. I can hear a second set of steps and then a third. A door is opened. We are now inside; it is warmer in here but there is still an echo of emptiness. I cannot let my anxiety cloud my senses; I have to stay alert. I am frightened and alone. This is not a fantasy; I am in grave trouble.

Another door is opened. We walk in; the man gently lays me down on a cushion on a table or platform — I cannot quite tell. He laid me down on my side.

I hear Jefferson speak, “You two get out of here and wait for the other car. I will start the interrogation. Leave us alone until the second car shows up.” I hear two sets of steps leaving the room; the door slams. I assume Jefferson has stayed in here with me.

I feel a hand rubbing the back of my thigh; it moves it onto my ass. His fingers burrow into the furrow of my cheeks and tickle my bunghole. I flinch.

“So, Miss Meredith, here we are. . . .You and I need to have little talk.” He pulls his hand away; Jefferson unties my gag.

I clear my throat and scream, “Get me out of here! The Senator is not going to stand for how you are treating me!”

“Jean, you are in no position to be giving orders. In point of fact, you are here to answer a few questions. Then we will see what transpires. It all depends on how cooperative you really are. I intend to see how cooperative you are for me.” I feel his hand back on my thighs. He pulls my panties down onto my bound ankles.

Jefferson climbs onto the platform with me; he rolls me over onto my stomach and orders me, “Push your ass up into the air.” I do so. I am scared. I feel the air on my skin. I hear a zipper. He probes between my legs with his hand; and then I feel his cock pressing on me. He moves it about looking until he finally hits the target.

His cock slides into my bunghole stretching it open. I scream again, “Get off me, bastard.” He pushes further into me — back and forth. I rock with all my might; he rolls off me, including his dick, and he falls off the platform. I hear him hit the floor with a thud while my momentum takes me over the side as well. I land on top of him; he grunts loudly when I land on top of him.

“You stupid slut,” shouts Jefferson as he pushes me off of him. His hands wrap around my throat and he starts choking me.

The door opens and I hear another voice, “Jefferson, take your hands off her!” Jefferson complies immediately. “I thought I told you, we need to talk to her. Is there anything besides shit in your skull?”

“I’m sorry, sir; I was only trying to get some information from her.”

“Jefferson, you’re an idiot! You don’t get answers from someone while you strangle them. Get the hell out of here. Go help out with the other subject.”

Someone leaves the room (presumably Jefferson) and the other person steps closely to me. Hands lift me up to a sitting position; he removes my blindfold. I do not recognize the man staring at me. He is dressed in black slacks and a black shirt. He is bald and appears to be forty or fifty years old.

I ask, “Will you untie me, please, and return my clothes.”

“That’s not going to be possible just yet. We have some business to discuss.”

“What do you want from me? I don’t know anything,” I plead.

“We will discuss that shortly.”

“Who are you?”

“My name is David Bassett. You will be in my custody for the time being.”

“What do you want with me? Under what authority are you detaining me? I demand an answer immediately!”

He gets up and looks out a window; and then he briskly leaves the room, leaving the door open.

I sit there alone; my asshole is sore where Jefferson penetrated me. I am confused. I am scared. I cannot imagine what they want to know. Jefferson is a member of the Senator’s staff. Are we snooping to close for comfort for them? Maybe one of us hit a live trail. I do not want to be here. I wish Brent was here holding me in his arms.

Bassett walks back into the room. Behind him is another man and he is carrying a woman over his shoulder. She is laid down next to me — it is Jenny! Bassett removes Jenny’s gag.

I ask her, “Are you alright?”

She whimpers, “Yes, and. . .”

Bassett interrupts, “I’m going to have to delay this joyous reunion. We are just going to talk now. I think you both know what we want to know.”

I snap at Bassett, “What do you want to know? We don’t know anything that is of use to anyone.”

It was a calm sunny day. i had gotten all of the housework done in a reasonable amount of time. Master works until 5pm i make sure i have supper on the table. By the time Sir walks in the door, i am on my knees wearing nothing but my collar, waiting by the front door.

Sir looked like he had a long day. He looked at me and gave me a little smile as he said “Has My little cum slut been a good girl for Me today?” i replied in my soft and sweet voice “Yes Sir i have been a good girl for You today.”

Sir takes His boots off. He looks so sexy in His Air Force uniform. He then grabs my leash and connects it to my collar. He simply says “come bitch” i follow. Sir brings me to the table and says “Supper looks good baby girl.” i just smile at Sir as he directs me to my chair.

When supper is finished Sir tells me to clean up the kitchen and meet Him in the bedroom when the kitchen is spotless. i do as instructed, when i am finish i crawl down the hallway to our room.

Sir is changed into His street clothes and still looks handsome in every way. He tells me “It’s been a long. We are going out for a drink bitch. I’ve picked out this outfit for you, put it on and meet Me in the living room in 10 minutes.”

Master has picked out my shortest skirt, no panties, my favorite bra, a shirt that shows my 36DD tits off very well, along with the cutest boots i own. Sir has such good taste. i gladly put my clothes on then crawl out to the living room to Sir’s feet.

Sir takes my leash off my collar, hangs it back in its place, and says “Stand bitch… follow.” Sir puts me in the car and shuts my door. He then hops in the drivers seat and pulls out of the drive. It’s a short 15 minute drive to our usual bar.

On the way Sir grabbed my leg, showing me His strength, He squeezed it until i let out a little moan. Sir moved His hand up and teased my clit just a little before we pulled into the parking lot.

I follow Sir into the bar. We sit down on the bar stools. It’s a pretty slow night, there are only a few other people in here. Sir orders a jack and coke for Himself and a white wine for me.

Sir puts his hand firmly on my leg as he leans in and whispers softly in my ear “Open up bitch” i do as i am told and spread my legs for my Master. He began to finger me in the middle of the bar. i got quite nervous and began looking around to see if anybody noticed. Sir was the only one that noticed my paranoia.

Sir grabbed my jaw lightly but firm and pulled me in close. He told me “Don’t ever doubt My decisions and stop looking around bitch you are going to draw attention to us!” You told me to finish my drink then led me out of the bar.

As soon as we got in the car Sir looked at me and said “Do you think it’s going to suck itself bitch?” I instantly took Sirs’ cock out and gladly sucked it the whole way home.

When we got home Sir threw the car in park, grabbed me by the hair, and threw me back to my side of the car. i followed Sir inside our home. When we walked in the door i began to take my boots off. The next thing i knew Sir had a handful of my hair and was pushing me on the floor.

Sir: “Did I tell you to take your boots off bitch?”

sarah: “No Sir”

Sir: “you do not walk on your feet while in this house, you will keep your boots on unless I tell you otherwise bitch!”

sarah: “Yes Sir”

On my knees at Sir’s feet, He grabbed my leash and put it on my Collar “Come bitch” i follow. Sir walks much faster than i can crawl and He got mad at me for not keeping up.

Sir leads me to the middle of our bedroom floor, He simply lifts my skirt, i hear Sir unbuckling His belt. Out of nowhere i receive at least 10 good blows to each cheek. As Sir beat my ass He told me “Stop doubting my authority in public bitch! you need to let yourself go completely to Me even in public bitch.” i cried out “Yes Sir.” my ass stung so bad.

Sir moved to the bed and directed me to get naked and come to bed. i could feel His eyes on me as i undressed He was watching my every move. i was especially careful when removing my skirt being i had just gotten a small beating, i heard Sir chuckle behind me.

Sir helped me on the bed. At His feet looking up to him he said “Come swallow my dick for me bitch.” i did as told and Sir made me choke quite a bit. Once Sir was satisfied He threw me off Him and tied me down to the bed on my hands and knees. The next thing i knew i was gagged and blindfolded Sir said “Be fucking quiet this time. I have a fucking headache and your constant moaning is not going to help bitch. Every time you make a sound I will either spank or whip you Bitch.”

Sir sticks his big cock in my very wet pussy, i let out a small sigh. i get spanked. Sir fucked me really hard and deep, every time i moaned He spanked me. Out of nowhere Sir stuck His whole cock in my ass. I screamed and started to cry, the next thing i knew Sir whipped me very hard across my back and said “Shut the FUCK up bitch!” i tried really hard to be quiet for Sir while He raped my ass, but it got hard at times. i got quite a few more whippings.

Sir then came in my ass, got up and left me there fucked, beaten, blindfolded, and gagged. Sir came back and removed all my restraints, He was all showered and looked o so sweet. Sir tells me “Go shower, put your hair up in a bun, and come to Me with just your collar on bitch.” I say “Yes Sir.”

When i crawl down the hall i wait for Sir to notice me and invite me in. It takes Sir a few minutes to realize i’m there, when He does He Says “Hello my clean little bitch, come lay with your Master.” We watch a movie and cuddle for awhile. When the movie is done Master says “Pick up the living room and meet Me in the bedroom Bitch.”

Picking up fast i’m excited for what will happen next. When I crawl to the bedroom Sir is standing next to my cage. Sir points at my cage “Kennel bitch!” i look up at Sir with my sad eyes, it gets me nowhere. i crawl into my cage.

Sir usually trust me to stay wherever He has put me. Tonight, as He closes the cage door Sir leans down and places a lock on the door, as He does so Sir tells me “Bitch, once you can trust Me, your Master, completely in public I will trust you at home.” i whimper quietly as Sir shuts off the light and goes to bed without me.

She stood over him, highly annoyed. She hadn’t expected him to be totally useless afterwards!

“Stupid fucking bill collectors.” She kicked his leg hard. “Wake up. Wake up!”

He groaned as he came to, his leg aching. “Wha…what…happened? Why am I on the floor?”

She studied him for a minute as she mentally patted herself on the back. He was sexy, even if he was dull. Dark hair, hazel eyes, and a cleft chin that she wanted to dip her tongue into.

She frowned. “You passed out. Do you have a condition? You should get that checked out.”

He stood unsteadily, his head swimming. “I…I came to talk about your bill——”

“Look, jackass!” Her hands were on her hips now. “You did a good job, so my check is in the mail.” She turned and went over to the front door. “Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops.”

He left, but the nagging feeling that something big had happened wouldn’t leave him alone.

Why couldn’t he remember anything past knocking on her door?

What did she mean about him doing a good job?

And why did his entire body feel so drained?

He shook his head and drove back to the office.


She watched through the blinds as he drove off.

What a delicious day!

She walked over to the bookshelf and plucked Catch-22 from its spot. There was a video recorder mounted on the spine. She extracted the memory card, went to her computer, and loaded the video.

Pressing play, she sank comfortably into her plush desk chair and relived the incidents from earlier…

An hour ago:

“Hello asshole. You awake?”

She peered down at him as he stirred, groaning.

He blinked. His head was on fire. It felt like someone had hit him with a brick! Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the shards of ceramic on the floor. His eyes widened. The bitch had hit him with a vase!

She smirked. “You should never just walk into someone’s house. Even if the door is unlocked. Never know what sort of trouble you could get into.”

He slowly looked up. A caramel-toned woman wearing a short silk robe was leaning over him.

He could see her nipples through the silk material, and from the looks of it, she was completely naked underneath. Totally transfixed by her big breasts, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between them. He reached up for her…and was stopped short. It took a few moments for him to realize that his hands were bound together.

“Look at you. Can’t really move, can you? You shouldn’t have come to my house.”

She looked at him indignantly. “Trying to collect money from me!”

He began to struggle with the rope.

She smirked. “Oh, I see you have a little fight in you! Let me fix that for you.”

As she tightened the rope around his wrists, he studied her face. She was a beauty, with eyes as dark as coal and lusciously full lips. Right now though, those lips were turned up into a snarl as she continued to rant.

“You know,” she began, as she checked the ropes from every angle, “the funny thing about giving people credit is that some people aren’t motivated to pay it back. I just happen to be one of those people. And you picked the wrong day to come harassing me.”

She poked him in the face with the handle of a black whip that he hadn’t noticed her holding.

“Put your head back.” She straddled his face, her short robe lifting up. He noticed immediately that she had on no panties underneath.

“Smell my pussy.”

She rubbed her clit forcefully. Her pussy was clean-shaven except for a small patch of hair right above her clit. Saliva began to build up in his mouth as he watched her fingers alternate between squeezing and flicking the pink nub. There was a green captive ring through her hood, and he wondered what she would do if he tugged it with his teeth.

She squatted down further, almost suffocating him. She didn’t like how silent he was being.

“What’s it smell like, huh?”

She spread the lips apart so he could see and smell her pussy in all its glory. Inside was her deep pink hole. She sat directly on the tip of his nose and he could feel her pussy contracting. He pressed his nose into her warmth. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, and felt warm liquid dribbling down his lips. She smelled faintly of soap.

Suddenly, she stood and rotated so that her ass was in his face. She resisted the urge to turn and look at what had to be an incredulous look on his face.

She bent over and the robe glided with her, exposing her round ass. His breath hitched as she lowered it into his face. His heavy breathing tickled her pussy lips.

Ignoring the sensation, she growled. “Sniff my ass hole.”

She grabbed his thighs for support as she lifted up and down on his face. He moaned, almost in pain, at her words. She was so erotic. So nasty. And his dick liked it. It swelled in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and stroke it while she bounced on his face.

Fucking rope!

Watching his growing erection, she laughed. She held her ass cheeks apart and sat back on his face. “Smells good, doesn’t it? Smells like sweet fucking chocolate.”

At her words, his tongue darted out and flicked her swollen pussy. She reached back and popped him in the mouth. “I didn’t say you could lick it!”

She sat back on his face and he licked her again. She smacked him again. “You don’t listen well.”

She began to bounce her ass on his face, and the pungent smell of pussy filled his nostrils. He broke his silence for the first time, drawing in ragged breaths.


Standing back up, she grabbed the whip and leaned casually against the wall. He strained his neck, trying to see what she was doing. When his eyes could focus without him feeling dizzy, he almost blew his load.

She had taken the handle of the whip and was rubbing it up and down her clit. With her free hand, she was squeezing her pussy lips together. She moaned as the cool leather scraped against her sensitive clit.

Noticing that she had an audience, she hiked her leg up against the wall, and inserted the handle into her pussy. The handle was textured and rough, and she could feel herself getting wetter as she shoved it in and out. Pulling it back out, she admired her handiwork. He could see the leather glistening with her clear juices.

She walked back over to him and bent down. “I really liked that vase, too. Guess you’re gonna have to make it up to me. I’m gonna get exactly what I want from you today.”

She pushed the handle up against his lips. “Open your mouth.”

He refused, wondering what she would do.


When his lips remained sealed, she ground her foot into his crotch. Moaning in pain, he obeyed. She gripped the whip at the end, pushing the handle deep into his mouth. “Yeah, suck it baby. Suck it.”

He sucked on the handle enthusiastically. It was covered in her sticky cum and tasted so sweet.

She pushed it deeper until he began to gag around it. Somehow, though, his dick was still as hard as before.

She squealed in pleasure. “Oh, you’re a fucking whore! Who knew a guy could suck it so well?”

Reclaiming the whip, she untied her robe and her breasts popped out. “I got something for that hard dick.”

He watched as she massaged each one. The brown globes were the size of melons. She teased him, smashing them together.

His dick was straining through his pants, forming an outline. She ran her fingers down his crotch and squeezed it.

Pointedly looking at his erection, she straddled him again and slowly lowered herself onto his dick, massaging just the tip with her glistening pussy lips.

He involuntarily moaned as she teased him for several minutes. Finally, she lowered herself all the way, rubbing her clit as she tried to adjust to his size.

He moaned again. “Oh…it feels so goddamn good.”

She laughed maliciously and suddenly lifted herself off him. He cursed at the loss.

She grinned. “Relax, sexy. I’m almost ready for you.”

In a snap decision, she unraveled the ropes binding his hands.

He immediately sat up and caressed her breasts. Gently holding one in each hand, he took turns kissing and sucking them. She gasped as pleasure and heat shot through her.

Slightly shocked, she stuck her tongue out at him. He surprised her by grabbing her face and kissing her lustfully.

His tongue swirled around hers, searching. She moaned a little and then pushed him back into a sitting position, ending the kiss.

She smirked. “You’re gonna fuck me, and fuck me good.”

He grinned and nodded. Who the fuck was this woman and why weren’t there more like her?

Before he could think anything else, she straddled him and began to ride him. Electricity shot through him as she arched her body up and down.

Every time she slammed down on his dick, her breasts bounced into his face. He put one in his mouth and sucked it, grinning when she made a primal sound.

Recovering, she let go of his shoulders to reach behind her. He frowned, trying to figure out what she was doing, then gasped as she spread her ass cheeks and continued to ride him. He squeezed his eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. She was clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles, and it was driving him crazy.

Gripping his neck, she suddenly leaned forward and bit his lip.

“It’s so good I’ma have to let you fuck my ass.”

Hell yeah!

Flipping her over, he palmed both cheeks of her plump, round ass and jiggled them hard.

She looked back impatiently. “C’mon, baby. Give it to me!” She slapped her ass, hard. “You’re not afraid, are you?”

He arched an eyebrow and thrust all the way into her ass. She squealed as he rammed into her.

Damn, her ass was so tight, even tighter than her pussy, and he could feel that familiar tension building in his ball. So, he slowed down, pumping deeper. He concentrated on the small of her back as he thrust.

His concentration went to shit when she suddenly squeezed around his dick and begin to slam back, matching him pump for pump.

That intense ache in his balls came back, and he suddenly wondered if she was as affected by this as he was.

He grabbed her by the chin and forced her to turn as he fucked her, watching the expression on her face move between pleasure and pain. Her eyes were closed, but the intensity on her face made him drive even deeper into him.

She opened her eyes and locked them on his, licking her lips naughtily. That little move sent him over the edge.

She smirked when he exploded inside, and fell over, breathing heavily.

With a grunt, she pushed him off her and turned around. Her eyebrows raised in annoyance.

sThe fucker was passed out!

Shaking her head, she got up. She found the discarded jeans and tank that she had initially greeted him in, and scooped them up.

Glancing back over at him, she verified that he was completely dead to the world, and then walked over to the bookcase.

She ran her finger along the spines of several until she found the one she was looking for. Her fingers ran up the spine, and she felt around until she found the stop button.


the scars of love and pain we get
through whipping girls for long made wet
the gentle tear of scream and moan
made crystal clear from stunning bone
tangled sheets on thee I wed
blistered skin made soft and red
from I to thee to we to you
I bid this dream for us who knew

Part 1

1- Incoming

And there, buckled between the past and the future stood my love. Her blonde hair laid playfully down her back as she searched for me. Her blue eyes sparkled in anticipation. I could see her mouth silently whisper her concerns. From my seat at the baggage claim I sat spellbound. Here I was the master, completely enthralled by the pet. Her firm legs carried her to the information desk, and after a brief conversation I was summoned over the airport PA system. Me, summoned. An offense she will pay for, but there was time for that.

As soon as I stood she saw me. I couldn’t trust myself to move, even as she started towards me, I remained motionless. My desires had been bottled for so long. My needs have gone unfulfilled for what seemed like ages. And there, moving towards me with all the faith, trust, and yes even love, of a new born child, was my demon’s yin.

Our embrace was fierce, and our kiss even fiercer, it had been such a long time coming, and I had forgotten how well our bodies fit together. Her warm body and soft breasts pressed against me, made me hunger for her. I ached to take her right then. It took all of my self control to stop. Her hands ran up and down my back, and my hands slid down to her big ass and squeezed it hard. The soft moan that escaped her lips caused my cock to get harder than it already was. She could feel it through my pants and pressed her body up against it.

“I can’t wait to play with that,” she whispered. “I want to feel it deep inside of me, fucking me raw.” Her words didn’t shock me, it was what I wanted too. My love, my whore, my sweet sweet pet. Both of us could have stayed there forever, whispering the things we’ve been longing to say, reveling in the things we needed to hear. But better is to do than to say.

After finally separating we held hands and walked over to the baggage claim carousel. There was a smile on my lips, one rivaled only by the one I had the last time I was in her presence. She leaned against me and held my arm. I kissed the top of her hair and breathed in her scent. How I had missed her. My sweet little whore.

She had left Seoul a year ago and I had missed her every day she was gone. Those were very dark days. Ones I had barely survived. The madness that crept into me nearly destroyed me. But after some time a peace settled over me like a cool rain on a humid summer day, and I knew what I had to do. I had to plan. I had to plan for her return. And during my planning I learned something else. Something I had spent many sleepless nights praying for, and finally, when I had stopped looking for it, it came to me. Patience. I had finally mastered patience. Something I didn’t have when my pet and I last met. But I planned to show her my new skill with this tool named patience, brutally and often.

After some time we realized that her bags had yet to come off the conveyor belt. We stood there awhile longer, hoping we could get her bags and be on our way. But no such luck. The baggage claim attendant informed us that her bags were on the flight landing in about an hour and she could pick them up then. With nothing but the hotel room and the night’s activities in mind we were less than pleased.

Neither of us were hungry so we decided to walk around the terminal until her bags arrived. The entire time all we did was talk about our frustrations, and how we wanted to fuck each other senseless. But I had waited a year for this, one more hour wouldn’t hurt. Unless…

As we rounded a corner I noticed one of the men’s bathrooms was under construction. It looked like it was still accessible but there were warning signs posted all around it to keep people out. Walking over to it I found it unlocked. My pet looked at me curiously and asked me what I was doing. Without a word I grabbed her arm and pulled her in after me.

There were boxes of tile and tubes of caulking all over the counters and floor. Dust and plastic sheeting seemed to cover every inch of the place, and it was obviously deserted.

“What are we doing in here?” pet asked.

I turned her to face me and asked, “Why did they summon me over the PA system?”

“I was looking for you and couldn’t find you. I was worried that you didn’t make it-”

I slapped her, hard. “You didn’t answer me pet. Why did they summon me over the PA system?”

The slap had caused her hands to immediately go to her face. The fear and confusion in her eyes was delicious. “I- I- I-” she stammered. I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. I had let her training lapse for far too long.

“Whore,” I said. “I asked you a simple fucking question, and I expect a simple fucking answer.” I grabbed her by her hair and forced her face to the wall. Holding her head there I reached my other hand in front of her and grabbed her throat. “This is the last chance you will have to answer the question. Refuse to answer, or give the wrong answer, and you will deeply regret it.”


“Bitch that’s not my name. You do remember my name don’t you?” There wasn’t any physical change, I know it had to be completely internal, but right there before my very eyes she became my pet again.

“Sir I’m so sorry,” she cried “You were summoned over the PA system because I asked them to. I’m sorry Sir I won’t do it again.” Her beautiful blue eyes glistened with the tears at the corners of her eyes, her chest was heaving and her legs were trembling. I hadn’t been that aroused in a very long time.

I released her hair and throat and stepped back away from her. “Turn around whore, and get on your knees.”

As she was complying she asked, “Sir? Right here? There’s so many people out there and if one of them comes in-” she cut her sentence short when she saw the look on my face. I do not like to repeat myself and I do not like excuses. She will obey, and that’s all there is to it.

On her knees she is a sight. Those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me obediently, that soft hair laying down her back, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, and those thick lips just aching to take a pounding.

“Unzip my pants and pull out my cock,” I ordered. With a shaky hand, I couldn’t tell if it was from lust or from fear, she reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. When she reached in to pull out my cock her eyes got wide. I was already fully erect. Just the seeing her there on her knees is what did it to me. “Now whore, suck it.”

Slowly she wrapped her lips around the head of my dick and began to bob back and forth on it. I let her continue for a minute, praying she’d get it right but I was sadly disappointed.

I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off of me, slapping her face I said, “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like that? Is that how those fairy fucks in Canada like their dick sucked? I know I taught you better than this pet. Now suck it right or I’m going to skull-fuck you until you puke all over yourself.”

She immediately went back to sucking me in earnest. Her head flying furiously back and forth, her tongue licking my shaft from the base to the tip. It felt so good. The way her lips wrapped around it and sucked it hard, the way her cheeks would expand as her mouth filled with my cock. But still, it wasn’t right.

“Hands behind your back and grab your wrists,” I ordered. “Now don’t you fucking move whore.” I grabbed the hair on the back of her head with both hands and began to fuck her mouth. The sloppy wet sounds filled the bathroom, and I wanted more. Slowly I inserted my cock all the way down her throat. The sounds of her gagging bounced off the bathroom walls. The way her throat would tighten around my dick every time she gagged made it feel so much better. I held it there for a few seconds then pulled out, letting her catch her breath. While she was heaving I slapped her again.

“This is what you like isn’t whore?”

“Yes, yes Sir.”

“You want me to fuck your face don’t you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Beg me to fuck your face whore. Beg to feel my cock deep in your throat.”

“Sir please fuck my throat. Fuck my face and make me gag on your dick.”

I rammed my dick home into her open mouth, causing her to instantly gag. Holding it there I grabbed her throat and began to squeeze. The air was being cut off from both ends and her face was starting to turn red. Again pulling out to let her breath, she inhaled big deep breaths. What a beautiful sight she was, kneeling there on the floor, saliva dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor and her pants.

“Stand up whore.” Slowly she stood, her legs ached from kneeling on the floor and she was slow to rise. Too slow. Grabbing her throat I said, “Get the fuck up bitch. I don’t have time for this.” I pulled her up by her throat and slammed her into the wall behind her.

“Take off your pants and your panties and turn around.”

“Sir, please no,” she wailed. “Not here.”

“It’s not a suggestion pet.” Slowly she submitted and began taking off her pants and panties. When they were off she turned around.

“Now press your chest against the wall, reach back with both hands and spread your ass wide for me.”

When her ass was spread wide I took a couple of seconds to look at her dripping wet pussy and her tight little asshole. I wanted them both, I couldn’t decide which one to take. It had been so long since I had had either that the decision was difficult. But if you’re going to fuck a whore in an airport bathroom, you have to do it right.

I stepped up behind her and said, “Beg me to fuck you whore. Beg me to fuck your tiny little asshole with my thick cock.”

“S- s- sir please fuck my tiny asshole with your cock. Please fuck me, please sir.”

I put the tip of my dick right at her asshole. Just barely moving forward I entered her. Only the tip at first, she’d have to beg for the rest.

“Is this what you wanted pet?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Just the tip? You only wanted the tip? I thought you were a bigger whore than that.”

“I mean no sir, please, I want it all in me. Please fuck my ass.” Her breathing was coming in short gasps. Her hands and fingers were straining at her ass, trying to keep it wide. She knows how I like it.

“Well which is it pet? Did you want it all or just the tip?”

“All of it Sir, fuck me with all of it.”

I began to slide my cock inside of her again, not fast, but not too slow. Steadily I pushed my dick deep in her ass, until it was buried up to the hilt. She had raised up on her toes to try to ease the pain, once I was all the way in she said, “Ohmygodohmyfuckinggoditssodeep, so deep.”

I pulled slowly out of her until just the head was in, then slowly pushed it back in. Then again, then faster. I started building up a medium rhythm fucking her ass. I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me. Painfully I pulled her hair, arching her back and causing her to cry out. “Is this what you wanted whore? My cock buried in your ass?”

“Yes- ugh, yes sir. Fuck my ass sir, fuck your whore.”

I began to slam into her ass hard. Brutally I fucked her. My hands in her hair pulling her head back to an astonishing degree, her ass spread wide by her own hands and me just hammering her asshole with all that I could.

Her screams and moans became louder and louder. My pet is one of those rare creatures that can have an anal orgasm, and there was a big one building.

“Are you going to cum whore?”

“Yes, yes, yes sir.” She cried out as I slammed into her especially hard and kept it there.

“Oh you are? You don’t ask permission anymore slut? You just come whenever you want?”

“No sir I’m sorry, pleaseletmecum, oh god sir pleaseletmecum.”

“Ok pet, you can cum.”

I began to fuck her hard again. I dropped my hands to her ass and used it to pull her ass onto my cock while I hammered her as hard as I could. Her orgasm came quick and violently.

She let out a loud “OH GOD” as she came. Her whole body began to shake and convulse. She was barely able to stand, in fact the only thing holding her up was my dick still in her ass. She tried to slide down the wall but I pulled her back up by her hair and pressed her flat against the cold tile.

“Now now pet, don’t go running off.”

I could feel the pressure starting to build in my balls and I knew I was going to cum soon. Her asshole was milking my cock while she came. Contracting all around it, and the sensation was incredible.

“I’m going to cum in your ass whore.”

With one last violent thrust I came. Holding my cock deep inside her I pumped my hot load into her ass. I leaned my full weight against her and pressed my hips as far forward as I could to get as deep as possible. It seemed like every drop in me came out in that load. Even before I pulled out it was already starting to drip down her thighs.

Keeping my cock inside of her I tried to catch my breath. Our strained breathing echoed off the walls and came back to us. I could feel her hot skin against my chest and her hair tickled my face.

I leaned forward and put my mouth to her ear and said “I love you pet.”

2- Promises

We exited the bathroom quickly. No one was around and pet looked relieved. I wouldn’t let her clean up, I wanted her to feel my cum sliding out of her ass the whole ride to the hotel, so her walk to the baggage claim desk was awkward at best.

I loved watching her squirm and move from one foot to the other as she talked to the baggage attendant. She was beautiful and completely mine.

The next flight had already landed and her bags were already on the carousel. After picking them up we headed out of the building.

The line for a taxi wasn’t too long but we still had to wait twenty minutes before we got into ours. The hotel wasn’t far so the ride was quick and uneventful. The whole time though we kept stealing glances at each other. Her face would get redder each time we made eye contact, and my smile would get bigger. She loves being dominated, in every sense of the word she loves it. And when I looked at her I not only saw a fuck-hole that bends and submits to my every whim, but also my love. How I had gone that long without her I still don’t know. Throughout the cab ride it was hard to believe that she was back, right there next to me. I could touch her legs and face. I could kiss her lips and smell her sweat. No more longing, no more sleepless nights laying in bed alone. My love, my pet was home.

During the cab ride my pet asked me, “Do you want to get something to eat first or just go to the hotel?” The way she rubbed her legs and stared at my crotch gave away her enthusiasm for the latter.

“Hotel is fine. We can eat later. I want you all to myself for awhile love.”

She smiled, happy and carefree she was. So beautiful sitting there next to me. Now exiting the cab and walking up the stairs to our room.

Before I could open the door she turned to me and hugged me tight. Still wearing her big grin she said to me, “Sir I promise this will be a night to remember.”

Hugging her back I said, “Pet I promise that you’re going to regret stepping foot in that room.”

Part 2

1- Pain

We were mauling each other and ripping at our clothes before the door to the room even closed. Her shirt, pants, bra and panties rested wherever I could throw them. My shirt had been removed but I had managed to keep my pants on.

She fell to her knees in the hallway and started working at the fly of my trousers. Finally we were alone, away from the eyes of the world and free to just explore, fuck and fantasize. I reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled her to standing saying, “Calm down my love, we have all the time in the world. I am here, you are here, and there’s nothing that can change that.”

With that I kissed her slow and deep. I did what I could to enjoy her smell and feel. Although my words had calmed her, they had not calmed me. I wanted to fold her in half and pound her pussy until my legs gave out or her screams grew hoarse, or both. But I had planned this for too long, I could not let that go to waste.

As we were kissing I started walking her towards the bed. Reaching down and wrapping my lips around her left nipple I sucked and nibbled on it and started squeezing her ass. I worked my mouth up her chest to her neck and ears. Giving loving kisses on her earlobes I whispered my many I love yous. Her hands were on my back rubbing my shoulders and pulling me tighter to her. My flesh against her flesh, my heart beating in time with hers. I had never been so in love.

I stopped and laid her gently on the bed. I began running my hands up her thighs and stomach, gently flicking my fingers over her clit and swollen pussy. With every passing second she was becoming more aroused and I loved it. Her skin was so soft and so smooth. Not a mark or blemish anywhere. A fresh canvas of pure white skin just aching to be painted. Thick strokes of red and purple bruises would do perfectly on her thigh, the sharp welts of a whip would look beautiful across her stomach and breasts. I could see it all, and it was a masterpiece.

I moved my body between her legs and began kissing down her stomach. Her body shivered with every kiss. Every stroke of my hand brought waves of pleasure down her spine and thighs. Her body plays the most wonderful music. I positioned myself with my head between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs and softly biting the skin next to her lips. I ran my tongue up the side of her pussy and slowly back down the other side, making sure to not touch her clit. Her body was responding more, and I could tell she wanted to feel my tongue buried in her, teasing, licking and sucking her to orgasm, but she would have to wait. All in due time.

Keeping my tongue away from her clit I started to trace long and slow circles inside of her. The sweet taste of her pussy filled my mouth and lit up my tongue. This, this was the taste I had been hungering for. So pure and so clean, her sweet pussy filled all of my senses and nearly drove me to end the charade and violently fuck her right then. The patience to do this was taking all of my willpower, but I would succeed, I had to.

Starting at the bottom of her lips I lightly drug my tongue up to her clit. I gave it a long slow lick before I started nibbling and sucking at it. Her clit responded, becoming thicker in my mouth. I loved the way it felt between my teeth, the way it caused her whole body to jump with just the slightest flick of my tongue.

She began moaning louder and holding my head in place. Her legs rose up and she tried to buck her hips up to get my tongue deeper into her. Slowly she was coming to orgasm. I could feel it. Like riding a bike I never forgot the way her body looked when she got close. The way her breathing would catch, her thighs would shake, her stomach would contract and the way she almost always tried to sit up. She was getting there. So close. I got her right to the edge, right to the top of the wave and held her there. I stopped licking her continuously and would just lick her clit a couple of times and then nibble her thighs. Never letting her cum, but never letting it back too far off.

Finally when she had almost had enough of being teased I moved up her body and positioned the bulge in my pants right at the opening of her wet vagina.

“I missed you so much my love.”

“Oh god I missed you too.” Her hands were kneading and clenching my back, pulling me close and trying to feel every inch of me all at once.

“I love making you cum pet. With everything that I am I love it.”

“Sir I want to cum, I’m so close.”

“Do you want to cum pet? Do you want to feel my cock slide into you? Deep into you?”

“Oh yes sir, I want to feel your cock in the deepest parts of me.”

I took her wrists in my hands and moved them up above her head. Holding them gently to the bed I said “I want to feel that too my love. Oh god I want to feel your warm wet pussy, I want to feel it swallow my cock.”

“Yes, yes I do too Sir, fuck me Sir, ohmygod fuck me.”

“But pet,” I said “You haven’t earned it.”

I pulled the restraints from under the pillow and quickly tied up her wrists. Before she knew what I was doing I moved down to her ankles and tied them up as well. I had gone to the hotel before I picked her up from the airport and had all my toys and restraints hidden throughout the room, just waiting.

Going around the bed and making sure the restraints were tight I said, “Whore, I am the one who decides when you cum, when you get fucked, and you do not ever tell me what to do. Do you understand?”

I had moved from the tender touch of a lover to the brutal presence of a master in almost record time and her head was swimming. In the seconds it took her to ponder a response I pulled the whip out from under the mattress and brought it down across her breasts, hitting both nipples.

With surprise and pain she shrieked. Ah there it was. The delicious sounds that sooth my soul, the screams and pleas of the bound and wounded. My this was almost too good.

“Do you understand?” I asked again.

“Yes Sir,” she responded. The surprise still showed on her face. It was cruel, I know it was cruel. To go from such a tender caress to the whip so quickly. But she hadn’t earned it. She would though, many times over.

“So the little cock whore wants to cum does she? Well love I will give you a chance right now to earn a night of tender passionate love. Would you like that chance whore?”

“Yes Sir please,” she begged.

“Now I will warn you, you have to be perfect in your answer to this question. You must answer me completely and leave nothing out. Do you understand?”

She thought about it for one second too long and I brought the whip down on her tits again. Harder this time. While saying, “Do you understand me whore?”

“GOD YES SIR. Yes Sir I understand I understand.” My pet strained at her bindings, trying to pull herself further away from me and my whip. But there was nowhere to go, and no way to escape.

“Ok pet, here is your chance. What are the rules?”

I can see her mind racing behind her eyes. It had been almost a year since I had even mentioned them, I had been saving that for just this moment. Her intense thoughts gave way to worry as I laid the whip down across her thighs and started to drag it up her body.

“Come now pet. You know this. What are the rules?”

“Um uh one is to never cum unless you say so. Uh um do what you say, and… always call you Sir?” The hope in her eyes was almost too much to bear. I’ll admit, she was close. But not close enough.

“Pet I’m very disappointed with you. I thought I had taught you so much better than that. I have let your training lapse for far too long, that’s my fault. I really have no one to blame but myself.”

Without another word I started to whip the inside of both of her thighs. I laid down the assault with fast and constant strokes. Two to the left thigh, one to the right, one to the left, three to the right. Her screams were wonderful. I hadn’t heard such beautiful music in so long. I moved to whipping her breasts, and then her stomach. Randomly alternating between her thighs, breasts and stomach, I began to paint a beautiful picture of welts and pain.

“Do you like it when I whip you pet?”


“Don’t make me repeat myself whore, you know how I hate that.”

She was having a hard time catching her breath. The fresh welts on her skin were mesmerizing. The way her hair was laid across the mattress, the fierce intakes of breath, the strain against the restraints, “My God” I thought to myself “How did I ever get so lucky?”

“Yes Sir, I like it when you whip me.” Her blue eyes looked up at me almost in defiance. Almost as if she dared me to give her what she wanted. I was more than eager to oblige.

I slapped her face, then again. One cheek and then the other. “You like being fucked and beaten like a whore do you? You dirty little cock slut.” Slapping her again I brought the whip down violently across her pussy. I wasn’t prepared for the scream. My pet is a very vocal lover. She always had been, but this scream was all of those screams rolled into one. I actually had to take a step back, it was so loud.

I retrieved the ball gag from under the mattress and stuck it in her mouth, securing it around her head. “There, let’s try that again.” Again I brought the whip down hard across her pussy, catching her clit and her sensitive inner lips all at once. The gag muffled all of the sound. Her body arched and her eyes went wide, drool started forming at the edges of her mouth.

“Ah there we go pet, much better.”

Again and again I punished her body with the whip. From her neck to her knees I covered her in welts. At one point I ran my fingers across them, feeling the warm blood just underneath the skin, the heat from it radiating in all directions.

Her body was wracked with pain. The whip was working wonders, and it was such a beautiful thing to watch. I raised the whip up in my right hand and let her see it there. Holding it there for a few seconds I waited for her eyes to lock onto it, then I slapped her thigh with my left hand. My poor sweet pet didn’t even see it coming. Her muffled scream was delicious, I could feel it in my spine and around to my cock. I was harder than ever and my eyes were soaking up every second of this moment.

“Whore.” I said softly. “You’re doing great. Keep it up love.”

I tossed the whip across the room. I was done with it for now, it had served its purpose and it was time to move on. I walked around to the side of the bed closest to the door and opened the nightstand. I pulled out the silver nipple clamps and held them up to the light, inspecting them, letting her get a good look at them and letting her mind think the worst.

The clamps had a chain connecting them and a small heavy ball in the middle of the chain. They were beautiful, and was one of the many toys I never told my pet about.

I turned to her on the bed and looked down at her face. The lines of worry across her forehead almost made me relent. Almost. Without ceremony I clipped the clamp to her right nipple and one clamp to her left. Small grunts and groans escaped her throat and her breathing was starting to come faster again. I grabbed the small ball on the chain and pulled it slowly towards me. Her nipples began to stretch and a long scream built up in the back of her throat. I continued to pull until her nipples couldn’t go anymore, and then I pulled again. She was trying to move away from the pain, but with every tiny movement came more pain. She couldn’t escape it and her body was writhing on the bed. Her poor tortured nipples were starting to swell and her eyes began to tear up. Her screams weren’t coming as loud, but she kept fighting the restraints, anything to escape.

I let the chain slack and placed the ball between her breasts. She body instantly relaxed, as relief washed over her.

“Whore,” I said. “I am going to let you up. You will not move or do anything unless I say so. Do you understand?” She nodded yes and I began to untie her ankles and wrists. Grabbing her hand I pulled her off the bed to standing. The ball on the nipple clamps fell straight down and she winced in pain, almost bringing her to her knees. I stood there watching her to make sure she complied. She composed herself and stayed standing by the bed.

“Good girl. Now stay there.”

I walked over to the desk and pulled out the chair. It had a low back but a wide base, perfect for my intent. I pulled the chair out to the middle of the room and beckoned her over. I led her to stand at the back of the chair facing it.

“Now pet, I want you to stand right up against the chair, and bend over it grabbing the front legs.”

The chair was a perfect height to where she had to raise up on her toes to grab the front legs and still retain her balance. The ball from the chain on the nipple clamps swung just above the seat of the chair.

Using leather straps I had left in the dresser I cuffed her wrists and ankles to the chair, leaving her completely immobile. Stepping back to look at my handiwork I said, “Pet you look beautiful.” And she did. Her big ass was positioned up in the air giving me access to her completely. Her hair hung low on the ground and completely covered her face.

I stood next to her and took the ball gag out and grabbed her hair and pulled her head up as much as I could. Kneeling down I kissed her deeply. No matter what was said or what went on I loved this woman, and I needed her to know that.

The last item in the dresser was a leather belt. An inch wide and over four feet long it fit perfectly in my hand, and left the most wonderful marks.

“Pet,” I said. “Count.”

I slapped the belt across the back of thighs just below her ass. Instantly the shadow of the belt was visible. Pet’s scream was intense, she almost tipped over from trying to move away from the next blow that was sure to come. I looked at her and waited but she said nothing, she stayed there whimpering and gasping.

“Did you forget how to count whore?”

“N- No Sir. I- I- I’m s-sorry,” she panted. The blood was rushing to her head and the rough fabric of the chair was rubbing against the welts I left on her body just moments ago.

“Then fucking count. We’re starting over. Count.”

The belt hit her again in almost the same spot as the last time. After screaming she stuttered out, “O-one.”

Again I used the belt on her thighs, right above the knees this time, where the nerves are closest to the skin. And again she counted.

I alternated between her thighs and ass until she had counted all twenty of the strokes. What a good pet she was.

Laying the belt on the floor next to her I said, “You’re doing really well whore.”

“Thank you Sir, ” was her reply.

“Now I have something for you, a surprise of sorts.” I reached into the nightstand again and pulled out an anal plug three inches in diameter. Using the lube that was next to it I got it nice and slick and pressed it to her asshole.

“Oh god Sir please no,” she wailed. She was again straining to escape. Her wrists pulled at the cuffs that wouldn’t budge. I started to ease the plug into her ass, very slowly, watching her pink little asshole start to spread and try to contract around the plug that just seemed to grow bigger and wider.

About midway through, her screams were becoming too loud again. Stopping with the anal plug I retrieved the ball gag and reapplied it to her mouth.

I started working the plug into her ass again and at first it was a little easier. But when it got to the thickest part her body began to jump and squirm. Her muffled screams were constant, and even with the ball gag, almost deafening.

With a final firm push it was in. Her pink hole wrapped itself around the plug completely to where only the hilt of it was outside her body. Standing there for a few moments, I let her get used to the size and feel of it.

I stepped back from her and took off my pants. Finally I was going to have her. Her battered body strapped to the chair took my breath away. For a moment I stood there just staring at her fighting to get loose. Fighting to end the pain that she loved so dearly.

Pulling myself out of my reverie I lubed up my cock and shoved it violently into her wet pussy. She screamed with each thrust as I slammed into her violently. Not giving her a moments rest or time to adjust, I continued to pound her swollen and bruised pussy. I reached down and grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her neck back.

Her head pulled, almost unnaturally far back, the ball on the nipple clamp chain swinging wildly around and her asshole still flexing and contracting around the anal plug made me fuck her harder. I gave her no mercy in my fucking. I wanted release. The time for foreplay was over.

With one hand I began to slap her ass hard, leaving prints like turkey drawings done by school children all over it. With each slap, and each thrust, she would grunt and scream, muffled only by the ball gag still in her mouth.

“I know you want to cum whore. You like getting fucked like this and I know you want to cum.” More screams were her only reply.

“Go ahead pet, cum for me. Cum like the cock whore that you are.”

Almost instantly her body began to shiver. The orgasm was coming, my sweet cock slut was going to explode. It started in her legs and worked its way up her back to her shoulders. I released her hair and let it fall. The convulsions in her body were reaching their peak and soon she would erupt like a thousand volcanoes.

Right as her body went rigid I pulled the anal plug out of her ass, quick and violent. The ball gag did almost nothing to stifle the scream. It was loud and constant, painting the walls and ceiling with sweet release. I kept fucking her hard, now holding onto her ass for leverage and her body began to convulse again. Back to back she came, and while she was at the top of her second orgasm I came. I shot my load into her battered pussy with the force of a tidal wave. Every fiber in my body was electrified with the release of a year’s worth of pent up need.

I slumped over her still shaking body and tried to catch my breath. Finally able to do so I untied her from the chair and took off her ball gag and the nipple clamps. Pet had to lean against me to maintain her balance and I led her over to the bed, laying her down gently.

I laid down next to her and started caressing her body again. Telling her she did well and I was proud of her. My sweet pet, here in my arms at last. Finally and forever mine again.

Giving her time to recover I stood up, washed and got dressed. Walking back to the bed I gingerly ran my fingertips from her jaw to her chin and said “Pet, time to get up sweetness. Wash up and get dressed, let’s go find some dinner.”

Part 3

1- Introductions

We were sitting at the bar. It was a cool night and the windows had been opened to let in the breeze. A breeze that licked at the neck and tugged at the dresses and skirts of the young and old alike.

I was filled with a sense of contentment that night. My appetite sated and my lust, for a time, appeased, I was able to watch the young lovers and singles with the eye of a spectator.

The music was loud and almost as oppressive as the cigarette smoke that vainly tried to cling to the air. I put my cigarette out and fumbled with the remote. My love, my pet, my whore was in the bathroom putting in the device that is controlled by the contraption in my hand. Part of me begged for her return, but the disciplined side knew the outcome of that night, and was content to wait, to observe. Long years of frustrating desire have tamed my obsession, only letting loose when the hounds can play.

“My poor sweet pet,” I said to myself, “how long can you hold out tonight?”

I was surprised by her hand on my arm and her whispers of love when she sat down next to me. I turned to look at her and was again forced to control myself. Her straight blonde hair fell carelessly over the shoulder of her sleeveless dress. The deep neckline offered a delicious view of her C cup breasts and flawless skin. The hem of her dress rose to mid thigh when seated and her thick firm legs crossed with the modesty of the school teacher she is.

The contradictions before me I have solved long ago. Her struggles with her demons are things of legend and selfishly mine to hold witness to. I being the Lord of her demons, know them by name and reputation.

“It’s in Sir,” she whispered shyly. Not meeting my gaze she returned to her drink.

“Good girl,” was my only response as I returned to watching the people around me.

The remote was in the pocket of my jacket, where my hand idly fingered it. I turned the dial to maximum and pressed the button. I was prepared for her drink to fall and the glass to shatter on the floor. My pet, and those around us for that matter, weren’t. For a three count I kept the button depressed, knowing the powerful vibrations of the remote controlled vibrator sitting on her G-Spot were sending shockwaves of pleasure down her legs and up her spine. I couldn’t help but smile with joy as she breathed a small “Oh God” before she tried to stand and brace herself.

I released the button and I could feel the air around us thin. The tension of silence and control are sometimes more than my pet can handle and I must use caution. I enjoy our outings, but I enjoy them privately.

I turned my head casually to her and said “You should be more careful my love.”

She looked at me over the top of her glasses, with obvious strain she panted “Yes Sir.”

“Order yourself another drink love. I’ll have another as well.” With that she turned toward the bartender and ordered our drinks. I hit the button again while she was mid sentence and she controlled the shock a bit better that time. I keep the button pressed until she finished ordering. Stammering and stuttering like she was, it took quite a while.

Our drinks arrived and she drank hers quickly. The strain of those last few minutes was taking its toll on her and she was fighting to control herself. I watched as her demon named Fear crept into her delicate features and thick full lips as she said, “Sir, maybe this is too much.”

“Nonsense,” is my reply “the night is young, and you have no idea what too much is yet.”

After a pause, and a victorious battle over Fear she said, “I noticed when I came back from the bathroom you were looking at the redhead in the corner Sir. Do you think she’s pretty?”

Before answering I turned to look across the bar at the redhead my pet pointed out. She was indeed pretty, a vision even. Too young for my tastes, but I know my pet, and she wanted her. She stood no more than 5’3″ with a cute bob haircut that framed her long face. Her thin lips and green eyes were constantly sparkling as only the lips and eyes of the young do. Her petite frame was encased in a skin tight, mid thigh length dress. It hid her small breasts but perfectly accentuated her almost too long legs and firm ass.

“She’s been looking at you too Sir, she keeps looking over her.” No sooner did she say that than the object of our conversation glance in our direction. A small glance, a flirtatious little smile, she ran her hand across her forehead to move the hair out of her face, then returned to a conversation she was having with a friend.

“Buy her a drink pet.”

“Yes Sir,” she purred. I could tell by the relief in her voice and the brightness in her eyes that my pet was pleased. Many nights such as that one I had denied my love the tender caresses and appetites of another woman. She had been good as of late and a reward was in order.

My pet stood up from her stool at the bar and the hem of her dress adjusted itself down to her knees. Her long legs and big voluptuous ass stood there in all their glory. A true prize she is. Tall, with the air of one that doesn’t realize how every man in the room stares at her. Even then, I watched two men staring at her ass, converse in the corner and lick their lips. Two dogs drooling over a piece of meat they couldn’t have, and couldn’t fathom.

She walked across the bar to the redhead and the redhead saw her coming. She turned her petite frame to welcome my love with a brilliant smile. I set the remote to low and pressed the button. There was a slight hitch in my pet’s gait, but she continued on. My thumb still on the button I watched them talk. Two beautiful women sharing a quick laugh and the surface conversation of strangers. One hopelessly mine, the other, a gift long overdue.

April 2018
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