Servile Sluts
Jul 10th, 2008 by admin
”Servile Sluts ”
By
Jay Merson
Copyright. Jay Merson 2002.
The right ofJay Merson to be identified as the author of this book
has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the
Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.
The houses that made up the private road were large and grand. Their size
and location portrayed the wealth and the rich lifestyles that the owners
enjoyed in the sumptuous surroundings. Neatly tended lawns and borders
filled with expensive shrubs, all tended by the employed gardeners who
earned so well in road.
Edward Raynes got out of his car that was parked in the long driveway,
walked smartly up to big polished mahogany door and pressed the solid
brass bell push. His tailor-made suit in deep black and the leather
document folder he carried under his arm were in total keeping with the
class of house for his visit.
Neat and petite, slim and well presented, she was lovely, her impish face
and haughty manner delighted him as she opened the door and stood back to
allow him entry. He followed, his eyes roaming her neat backside as it
shifted within the tight knee-length skirt that she wore. The thin
pale-blue blouse showed clearly the black strap of her bra beneath and the
dark nylon stockings that covered her shapely calves and heels.
She stood whilst he settled himself on the deeply cushioned settee,
unhurried and revelling in her impatience as he opened the folder and
prepared himself to speak.
“Mrs. Geraldine Lancaster-Symes, twenty-eight and married.”
She sighed to express her impatience further.
“Yes,” she said shifting the weight to one leg so that her narrow hips and
tight buttocks were accentuated. “I am twenty-eight years old and yes I am
married, but you know all of this so why is it necessary to repeat?”
He looked up at her, his eyes moving from her legs, slowly up over her
thighs and waist, lingering on her breasts as they pushed hard against her
tight blouse and up to her pretty face. Unhurried and deliberate his gaze
roamed her lustfully, transmitting silently pounding sexual desire and
thrill. She throbbed inwardly at the base and lewd way this man was ogling
her, hungry and basic, his sexual need obvious in his leering gaze and
knowing smile. It delighted her to be mentally undressed by this stranger;
her nipples tingled and rose to erection as she stared back, matching his
gaze arrogantly.
“Because,” he stated firmly with a hint of irritation sounding in his
voice, “I must first establish that I am talking to the correct person or
much embarrassment would be the result.”
She nodded her acceptance and waited.
“Stand up straight!” he snapped and watched.
She gave a little gasp and complied, her back straight and head up,
breasts forcing hard against the thin material of her blouse.
“Hands behind your back,” he prompted curtly. “Why did you apply to my
organisation? ”
She trembled slightly and stumbled in her words.
“Because I felt - still feel - the need.”
“To be fucked?”
She gasped aloud and shivered as the thumping excitement flooded through
her. No one had ever spoken to her in such a base and crude fashion, words
that knew of but had never used or heard used in the social circles in
which she moved. Her husband Damien, ever polite and socially correct
would rather die than say such things to her. So thrilling and exciting it
was to be spoken to in such a way and by a complete stranger; she felt a
slight contraction deep in her vulva that brought a charge of sensation
stabbing through her.
“Yes,” she admitted softly.
“Louder!” he barked angrily and shifted forward in his seat. ” Louder and
say the word yourself.”
She started back in surprise at his loud command and hesitated. Geraldine
cleared her throat and spoke.
“Fuck,” she said almost inaudibly.
“Louder! ”
“Fuck,” she almost shouted and her face flushed, her heart was pounding
hard in her chest and she felt her pussy moisten.
“Better,” he coaxed in a gentle voice. “Turn around.”
She turned as instructed and waited, aware that his eyes would be moving
over her legs and body, lingering on the firm swell of her buttocks as
they pushed against her designer skirt just as she had felt he was when he
had arrived.
“Did you get fucked last night?”
She gasped and bit her bottom lip then answered.
“No. My husband Damien isn’t too keen on…”
“When I want information I will ask for it. Until then just answer the
question, did you get fucked last night? Did you get a cock up your little
pussy?”
She sighed aloud and answered, her voice wavering as the pulsing
excitement surged through her entire body.
“No, I didn’t get fucked last night.”
He grunted his approval at her reply and said evenly.
“Turn and face me, undo the front of your blouse.”
She turned, her red-painted fingernails fumbling nervously at the top
button of her blouse.
“You wrote on your application form that you want to be mistreated and
commanded, that your strict upbringing contained no sex. That your husband
is unadventurous and over-polite - quite boring in fact is that right? ”
“Yes,” she said aloud and pulled the two halves of her blouse apart to
show her neat breasts pushed upward and together by the small tight bra;
creating a deep swell of firm inviting flesh. She took a deep breath as
his eyes moved to her firm cleavage; the thumping excitement rushed
through her in rapid and powerful waves of extreme delight. A dismissive
wave of his hand urged her to remove the blouse completely and she did as
she was bid.
“Serving can be hard and painful. Are you sure that you are ready for that
slut?”
She gasped at his words.
“Yes, yes I am.”
“Master, you will call me master. The bra, take it off.”
“Yes, master.”
Her small delicate hands slipped up behind her back to release the catch
and allow her lacy black bra to fall away to the floor. The charge she
received from displaying her naked breasts to him gave a series of
shuddering spasms in her vulva and hardened clitoris. His eyes inspected
the firm orbs silently; the way her perfectly formed rosy nipples jutted
out proudly from her neat breasts.
“Repeat after me as you remove your skirt,” he said his voice sounding
thick and excited. “Cock.”
“Cock.”
“Punishment,” he said easily and continued. “For failure to use my title
you will be punished. Now continue, Pussy.”
“Pussy, master.”
He nodded his approval and watched as she freed the catch and dropped her
skirt to the floor. Slim legs and slender well-shaped thighs encased in
black hold-up stockings that contrasted against the creamy white skin of
her upper thighs. Tight white panties pulled tightly across the mound of
her mons to show the outline of her pussy lips and the dark thatch of
pubic hair beneath.
He grunted his approval and motioned with his finger that she should stand
next him.
“Have you ever sucked cock my rich little bitch?”
“No master,” she said nervously, her expression portraying her disgust at
the very thought. His hand came up to rest on the firm curve of her
buttocks; his fingers began caressing her through the thin silky panties.
Thick fingers tracing down the crease between her firm young buttocks and
edging ever nearer toward her labia.
Geraldine was breathing fast, the heady excitement of being ordered around
thrilled her so; his touch on her was even more exciting. No loving or
tenderness but crude and lustful, sex and only sex but thrilling and so
wonderful.
His voice was thick and low. “Take them off.”
“Yes, master,” she responded dutifully and hooked her thumbs in the
side-strings of her panties. His hand smoothed over her creamy soft flesh
as she bent to slide the little panties down over her hips and thighs.
“Walk for me,” he moaned excitedly and sat back as she moved slowly away
from him toward the patio doors wriggling her hips sexily as she went.
“Turn, bend, straighten, squat,” the commands were fast and varied.
Geraldine complied with each of them as she received them. The heady
thrill of being naked in her own lounge was such a sexual high for her, to
be controlled, ordered around and manipulated was pushing her state of
arousal still higher.
“Kneel - on all fours.”
She complied, her slim body highlighted in the bright light coming through
the patio door.
“Arch your back, head up,” he called the commands in turn from his seat on
the big settee. “Crawl over here slut.”
She felt her hard clitoris alive with sensation as she crawled across the
room, her swollen labia squeezing against her excited clitoris to bring
powerful and sweet sensations to her as they moved.
“Kiss my feet and then sit in the armchair opposite me.”
Geraldine obeyed, she moved closer and leaned forward, her red,
lipstick-coated lips planting several light kisses on the toe of his shoe.
Still on all fours, she turned, presented her backside and swollen pussy
lips to him and gained her seat in the big armchair just across from him;
she sat normally facing him.
She watched intently as he undid his trousers and freed his erection the
huge thick shaft sticking up hard and twitching. The head was enormous,
the darker foreskin rolled back tightly against the shaft, she gasped as
it was revealed.
“Part your legs, one over each arm of the chair.”
She obeyed, spreading her slender thighs and stretching the lips of her
labia to show the moist, pink folds of her inner lips for his approval.
“Wonderful, ” he moaned in delight. “You are proving worthy so far but
your acceptance is still a long way off.”
“Yes, master,” she replied dutifully, fighting the urge to add more to
convince him further of her suitability.
“Touch it, touch yourself.”
“But, master! I’ve never…”
“Do it!” he snapped angrily at her.
Trembling, she slid her right hand down to rest on her mons, the middle
finger laying lightly down the slit of her pussy. She waited as he watched
her, his eyes moving from her pussy to her stretched thighs, to her
breasts and back down to between her open thighs. Geraldine delighted in
the way he was wanting her, she was offering herself so wantonly and in
such a whore-like fashion, it was truly wonderful. He nodded to her and
she tensed slightly before pressing the red nail of her finger inward to
disappear inside her wet cavern. She moaned nervously and then sighed
heavily as the feelings washed over her. For a full ten minutes he watched
her in silence as she probed up inside her wet interior circling and
exploring the soft pink inner depths of her pussy.
“Enough!” he said at last and squeezed his cock once before removing his
hand. “You, slut! Will now run three times around your back garden and
then come back to kneel down before me.”
“But my neighbours!” she protested. “This isn’t fair!”
He smiled broadly and closed the folder before pausing, to signal her
failure to gain entry to the organisation should she refuse.
She sighed heavily and shrugged as she swung her legs to the floor and
walked to the patio door. Nervously she slid the door open and peeked out.
Geraldine hesitated and then broke and ran, fast and furious her pace as
her thighs pumped quickly to race her around the neatly tended garden.
“Silly bitch,” Edward muttered aloud as he watched her.
Rolling slim hips and quivering buttocks, she held her hands to cup her
breasts as she ran frantically around the big lawn. Panting heavily, she
re-entered the house and slid the door shut, moving quickly to the floor
in front of him where she knelt obediently on all fours.
“Is your husband at work, slut?”
“Yes master, in his office.”
He passed her the cordless phone as he stood. “Ring him.”
He knelt behind her and pressed his cock flat against her presented
buttocks, resting it down the crease of her backside, his great hands
gripping her hips to pull her onto harder him.
“Damien?” she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
Edward shifted his hips to locate the head of his cock at the entrance to
her pussy.
“Yes darling, I just thought I’d call to see how things are going.”
Edward forced into her, pushing the full length of his thickness into her
right up to the hilt. She gasped and steadied herself on her one hand as
she fought to control her quavering voice.
“Yes, a little unwell,” she gasped as he began thrusting hard and brutally
into the kneeling woman.
She paused often as the tremendous thrill she was receiving surged through
her, talking was difficult and controlling her sighs and gasps of delight
even more difficult. So exciting to be talking to her husband whilst a
complete stranger was having sex with her and in such a base and
undignified fashion.
He slowed and paused, pulled out of her and located the head of his cock
at the tight puckered entrance to her anus.
“Not there! Please not there!” Geraldine cried out in desperation.
“No darling,” she reassured quickly down the phone. “A dog in the garden
digging in my favourite border that’s all.”
He forced in and she winced, biting her bottom lip and hanging her head
down. Edward began moving inside her; slow and deliberate strokes designed
to humiliate.
“Must go darling,” she stuttered into the phone and switched it off. Once
the line was disconnected she began to howl, a pitiful and pained wail
that portrayed her deep humiliation and pain. He rutted hard into her,
pulling her hard back onto her before tensing and shooting his sperm deep
up inside her rectum.
“Punishment bitch,” he grunted, “never forget my title.”
He pulled out and moved around to her head, presenting his softening cock
to her half-open mouth.
“Oh God! No, please,” she whimpered pitifully. “Not after…”
He gripped her hair at the back of her head and pressed his come-smeared
cock against her mouth. She sobbed heavily as it opened hesitantly to
accept his thick shaft inside. Gagging and shuddering in disgust she
allowed the forced entry into her soft mouth.
“Your application, slut, has just been approved, he sneered and forced his
hips harder against her tear-stained face.
***
Jenny peeked nervously out of the window of her council house as the big
car pulled to halt outside. She was shaking as she allowed the net curtain
to fall back into place and went to the front door. Opening it slightly,
she flicked the catch so that it could be pushed open from outside and
returned to the lounge to assume the position. Kneeling with head bowed,
he had said on the phone; “load of shit this is,” she mumbled aloud and
knelt. “A good frantic shagging is what I need not all this crap.”
They entered the room, Edward first and Geraldine following she closed the
door and took her position at his side, the long beige raincoat smothering
her slight frame.
Jenny looked up them; her heart was in her mouth. He was older than she
had expected; nice and well presented but definitely older than his voice
had sounded on the phone.
“Ready bitch? ” his thick deep voice asked.
Anger rose in her instantly. Just who the hell was he to call her a bitch?
She thought, her eyes blazing her displeasure.
“Well?” he snapped before she had time to react.
Jenny nodded passively; she so wanted this contact. The offer when it had
come had thrilled her deeply. Long and anxious weeks had passed since she
had applied; forgotten even she had thought at one stage and now the time
had come.
“Yes, master,” she said softly and flushed red in embarrassment.
He towered over her, deliberately silent so as to add to her discomfort
and to reinforce his expectations of her servility.
He sat down in the faded fabric covered settee and crossed his legs
lazily. At the snap of his fingers, Geraldine removed the raincoat to
stand naked before them, just the small lace-up ankle boots to cover any
part of her bare flesh. Jenny gazed up and down the neat petite body of
the young woman as the master opened the leather folder and read aloud.
“Jenny Watkins, twenty-two and separated,” he looked at her for
confirmation.
She nodded her head.
Geraldine stepped forward to land a stinging slap across her face that
jarred her head to the side.
“Answer the master when he speaks to you, bitch!” she hissed venomously.
Jenny recoiled, her hand instinctively coming up to her burning cheek to
soothe her pain and pride.
“Yes,” she said and then added quickly for fear of more pain. “Yes,
master.”
“Tell me, bitch,” he asked casually. “What do you need from the
organisation that I represent?”
Jenny was stunned, she had expected him to call and actually try to
convince her to join, the hard sell, as a double-glazing salesman would
offer, this was the total reverse of her expectations.
“Sex,” she said quietly.
Geraldine motioned forward with her hand raised threateningly.
“Sex, master,” Jenny repeated louder as she cowered back in terror.
“Say fuck, shit, pussy and sperm.”
Jenny looked surprised but not offended, she repeated the words easily.
“Tell me,” the master said. “Were you fucked last night?”
Jenny shook her head slowly. “No, master, not for over three months now.”
He nodded slowly and scribbled in his notes. “Stand and strip.”
Slowly Jenny got to her feet; she pulled the thin jumper over her head and
blushed as her medium sized naked breasts were revealed. Both of her
visitors watched closely as she pulled down her jeans and panties to stand
timidly before them her head hanging down in shame.
The master waved a finger and Geraldine adopted a wide-legged stance,
planting her palms flat on the coffee table and presenting her buttocks to
him. He stood and released his cock from his trousers, approached
Geraldine and pressed the head of his cock against her open pussy.
“This, Jenny,” he intoned. “Is this what you want?”
She nodded absently as his thick cock pushed up into the young woman’s
pussy. The pounding excitement filled her, this! This is why she had
applied, good hot sex and plenty of it! She watched spellbound as he
rammed brutally into Geraldine, his hips slapping hard against her tight
firm buttocks. He watched Jenny’s face as he worked.
“Suck cock, do you?”
Jenny tried to speak but no words came, her throat dry and raw she cleared
her throat and repeated the answer.
“Yes, master.”
He withdrew, his glistening cock coated in the wet juices from Geraldine’s
pussy.
“Good,” he sneered. “Suck mine.”
Jenny was shocked; her expression confirmed the fact.
“But it’s been…” She said in disgust and pointed to Geraldine’s pussy.
“Do it!” he snapped.
Aware that she was being tested, Jenny walked forward and dropped to her
knees. She closed her eyes as she grasped him and fed his thick wet cock
into her mouth. Moments passed before she began to devour him hungrily,
murmuring and mewing as her left hand cupped his balls tenderly. All the
heated passion and sexual longing in her was concentrated on his cock at
that moment.
He gripped her hair at the back of her head and pulled her onto him. Jenny
gagged and fought against him but couldn’t match his strength. She gagged
again as his thick, warm seed jetted to the back of her throat. Pulsing
warm inside her mouth it felt good after so long without. Her pussy
gripped and she shuddered violently as she came to her orgasm and
whimpered as he forced his thick cock further down her throat. At length
he pushed her roughly away from him to sprawl back on the floor.
“You are a slut aren’t you?”
She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth to remove a globule of his
come. “Yes, master.”
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I’m a slut, a dirty little slut.”
He beamed a smile at her and laughed aloud. “Get a coat to cover yourself
we’re going for a ride.”
The woods were deserted as they trudged through the leafy covering on the
small track; the master called them to a halt. Both women removed their
raincoats and stood naked and shivering the cold air. Without speaking he
turned Jenny by the shoulders and pressed her against a tree facing it.
His foot kicked her legs apart and he pressed his erection into the crease
of her buttocks. Hard against her he pressed, her soft body scraped
against the rough cold bark of the tree; her breasts and mons forced
painfully against the thick trunk. Geraldine watched impassively as he
placed his cock at the tight entrance of Jenny’s anus and pushed in hard.
“Oh God help me please!” she screamed and grasped at the tree with her
hands. Her wailing and pitiful cry for help filling the treetops and
scattering the resting birds to flight. She looked skyward and sobbed her
misery to the leafy canopy above as he thrust hard into her in an
increasingly fast rhythm. On and on her torture went until at last felt
the warm wash of his sperm shooting deep up inside her back passage. She
sobbed heavily and slumped to the floor as he withdrew from her.
“Good bitch?” he gloated.
She roused herself onto all fours in the dirt, her sweating body and hair
coated with tiny twigs and leaves that had stuck to her.
“Yes master,” she answered dutifully.
“Good,” he said in satisfaction. “You will now crawl back to the car. Oh
and Jenny!”
“Yes master?” she asked weakly as she began her painful and humiliating
journey.
“Welcome to the organisation, bitch.”
***
This third and final applicant for the month was the one he had been most
looking forward to. Middle-classed and self-opinionated her written
application and the phone call to her had shown her already to be a
tempting prospect that he could really enjoy himself with. With a neat
tended garden in a ‘better’ part of town the house was well maintained and
just a little too perfect. The master thumped loudly on the white-painted
front door.
Once inside the hallway he stood silently looking her up and down. About
thirty-nine pushing forty, nice and well preserved, clean and fresh with
haughtiness about her that gave him the first beginnings of an erection.
He loved them like this, mostly starved of good sex and simply aching for
it, they tried to portray an upright and dignified front.
He pushed past her into the lounge and seated himself without being asked.
“Come here!” he snapped and pointed at the floor next to him. Her
expression displayed her annoyance at his manner but she complied.
“Joan, Joan Hymes, married and aged forty is that right?”
“Yes,” she said simply in reply.
“Why did you apply to the organisation?”
She stumbled her words nervously, took a deep breath and moved to sit down
opposite him.
“Stand!’ he shouted angrily. “I didn’t tell you sit!”
Stunned by the venom of his tone and the instruction she regained her
place standing next to him.
“I have certain needs that my husband can’t…isn’t able to fulfill.” She
blushed red at the admission.
” He can’t get a hard-on eh?”
Her wide-eyed stare portrayed the shock she felt at his forthright manner
of speaking and she nodded.
“Fucked last night, were you?”
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. He reveled in her obvious
shock and discomfort. His tone was casual as he asked.
“When was the last time you had a stiff cock up you?”
She swallowed and then answered softly. “Not for many months now”
He smiled at her, a mocking grin that made her blush once more and avert
her eyes.
His tone changed to soft and coaxing.
“And how great is your need for a good fuck.”
Joan hesitated and then replied.
“Great - very great.”
He sighed loudly.
“Alas bitch, I feel that you are too old for our requirements.”
Her reaction was immediate, her voice pleading and her hands held out
imploringly.
“Please! Please, I’ll prove my worthiness, really I will.”
The master sat silently, deliberately pensive whilst she waited anxiously
for his reply.
“Squat and part your legs, show me that you have complied with my
instructions when I phoned you.”
Joan wriggled her tight skirt up her thighs a little and squatted, parting
her knees to show her hairy pussy beneath her skirt.
He grunted his approval as his eyes took-in the puffy lips of her labia
and the abnormally long clitoris that jutted out from her pink inner lips.
“Strip,” he said simply and watched as she self-consciously undressed in
front of him.
Her body was slim and well proportioned; firm and even youthful looking
skin made her an attractive and desirable woman. He motioned her close to
stand between his parted knees and sniffed loudly at her pussy, the
cock-like slim clitoris hanging out from her puffy lips to offer itself
exposed to his gaze. He ran his hand around the back of her to smooth over
the firm curve of her buttocks, fingers feeling and caressing.
She gasped aloud at his touch; the pounding excitement rushing through her
sex starved body. She was flushed and excited, her slim body trembled
nervously as the excitement built within her.
“Do you have fresh cream in the fridge?”
Bemused, Joan nodded.
He smiled sardonically.
“You will now go into the kitchen and smother your breasts in cream. You
will then lay back on the kitchen table and insert a banana into you sweet
little pussy.”
He gave a dismissive wave of his hand to indicate that she should comply.
Stupid bitch, he thought as he entered the kitchen. She lay there on the
table as instructed, her breasts smeared in thick white cream and a firm
banana sticking out of her pussy. Her knees were raised and parted
expectantly, her pussy lips stretched tightly around the shaft of the
banana. The anxious and pleading look on her face almost made him come,
she looked pathetic in her desperation. He moved to her side and bent to
kiss her nipples, she squealed and shivered in delight as his lips sucked
in her rubbery bud. Her body tensed and her pussy gripped to squeeze the
banana and to break it half. He watched impassively as she explored her
pussy with her fingers to remove the embedded half of the fruit.
His lips moved, kissing downward over her pulsing body, edging ever closer
to her enormous erect clitoris. She was sighing loudly and heaving her
body in anticipation, every so often she would give a little squeal of
delight. The master paused.
“Do you think you could stand being mistreated?”
“Yes!” came the emphatic and excited reply.
“Could you take the pain associated with bondage and sado-masochism?”
She hesitated and then answered firmly.
“Yes, I think I could.”
He kissed her long clitoris once and she cried-out, her body tensing as
she sighed heavily in sheer pleasured delight.
The master’s thick fingers landed a blow directly onto her hard clitoris
and she screamed. Several more blows landed on her rigid protrusion before
her eyes began to roll in the sockets and she whimpered to signal her
approaching orgasm.
“Run up and down the stairs,” he said evenly as he stepped back from her,
his hand shifting his erection that pressed against the inside of his
trousers.
She raised herself, confusion etched in her expression, the disappointment
that she felt all too obvious but she complied.
The master watched, laughing inwardly as she ran first up and then down
the long flight of stairs, her breasts and buttocks bouncing as she sought
to please him. Many times she ran the route, panting heavily, her face
flushed and excited. At his instruction, she straddled the banister to
crush her mons down on the hard wooden rail. Almost immediately she began
frantically rubbing herself against the polished wooden rail. Her face
contorted in a mask of desperate hungry need as she gripped the rail with
her hands. With hips jerking in a fast and furious motion she pleased
herself on the hard rail. Her legs drew up to rest her full weight down on
the banister and she began grunting wildly as the feelings washed through
her. Like an animal she rubbed herself, oblivious to his presence as she
sought her ultimate goal.
The master freed his rigid cock from his trousers and straddled the
banister behind her. In one thrust he forced his cock up into her pussy
from behind as she continued to rub herself to orgasm.
Her frantic need and sweating body as she bucked and screamed brought him
off inside her, a long and almost continuous stream of jerking spurts that
unloaded his seed deep up inside her.
“Application approved,” he panted and pulled her harder back onto himself.
***
She felt a mixture of emotions as he led her into the room. Four men
dressed in business suits were seated on high-backed chairs in a
semi-circle and eyeing her greedily as she followed; pulled along by the
leash attached to he neck collar. With her hands bound behind her back,
Geraldine felt humiliated and yet so alive with sexual pounding. Used, as
a worthless slut, as an object of men’s lustful pleasure; it felt so
wonderful and different.
“Kneel bitch,” the master ordered and stood next to her, as the men looked
her over.
“Training?” One man asked casually as though he were buying a car or a
horse.
“She is but very new,” the master offered in explanation. “Her first visit
in fact.”
Another man sighed heavily. “We pay,” he said forcefully. “Our membership
fees to be provided with good servile young women.”
“Agreed,” the master countered. “But this one is different. Naive, and
little used - innocent almost.”
A small bald-headed man grunted his delight at the information given.
“And in addition,” the master continued. “She is - a rich bitch.”
A moment’s silence followed as the member that had complained took
interest.
“Is she now?” he restated in delight. “Stand then rich-bitch and show me
your body.”
Geraldine stood with difficulty, her bound hands making the process
ungainly and not easy.
“Nice tits,” one of the men offered and stood to cup and squeeze her soft
breasts roughly.
Geraldine felt hot surges of extreme pleasure pump through her. To be
fondled and groped so coarsely, like a slave being sold at market,
inspected and approved; it made her nipples stand out erect and her
clitoris harden to aching point.
He slid his hand down and cupped her mons, using his fingers to ease her
thighs apart to allow his fingers access into her pussy.
“Wet!” he enthused. “The bitch is wet! ”
Her buttocks and thighs received the same treatment, for many minutes the
man felt and groped her before resuming his seat between the other men.
“How much?” the tall slim man with the thin hooked nose asked.
“Two thousand.”
Moans of derision came from the four men who between them dismissed the
amount asked.
“Yours,” the master added quickly. “To have the exclusive use of during
your visits. She would only be offered to others during your absence.”
The man nodded his surprise at the variation in the usual rules. He freed
his cock to sit with it jutting up from his lap.
“Come here girl,” he snapped. Guiding her by the hips to present her back
to him, he lowered her slowly down onto his cock; his thick shaft pushing
up inside her stretched pussy.
“Marvelous!” he beamed as he felt the tight warmth of her on him.
Geraldine began to shift her hips in a slight rocking motion to draw a
groan of satisfaction from him.
“One thousand five hundred,” The man offered as he matched her hip
movements and began forcing harder up into her. The master shook his head
and waited.
The wonderful feeling of being watched by other men as she had sex sent
electric spears of intense sensation rushing through Geraldine. They were
watching, looking at her face and body as she received his cock inside her
all of them wanting, wishing that it them she were sitting on. She gasped
and moaned her delight, mewing softly as the feelings came to her. She
increased the pace, more urgent and excited now.
Geraldine gasped aloud and cried-out in pleasure. He tensed and grunted
before shooting his warm sperm up inside her moist interior.
“Done,” he moaned softly as his orgasm subsided. “Two thousand and she’s
mine.”
***
Jenny was naked; dusting the coffee table and ashtray that was on the top
of the long mahogany table. Just a pair of black high-heeled shoes that
added to her height and shaped her legs and thighs. He sat silently
watching her as she worked. It was her first time at the club and she had
been sold for the day to the middle-aged man that sat on the big settee in
one of the private rooms.
She straightened to stand upright and threw the duster angrily down on the
floor.
“This is a lot of shit!” she spat at him. “I didn’t come here for this!
Housework I can do at home.”
He sat unruffled staring at her.
“My! What a fiery little bitch you are!”
“Look,” she sighed heavily. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
He stood and moved slowly around the naked girl, his manner threatening in
his silence. He stood behind the slim woman. “I shall,” he paused for
effect. “Fuck you as and when I want - as and when it suits me and not
before. You will comply and like or not as you may choose.”
She stood staring ahead of her, rolling her eyes in silent defiance. Just
her luck, she thought, to get stuck with someone who gets his rocks-off
just by watching. For ages she had been doing menial tasks, dusting,
cleaning, sweeping and polishing. Okay it was thrilling to do it naked
whilst he watched her every movement. They were heady and horny feelings
as she bent and squatted, walked and stretched but she needed more, much
more. Since watching the master push his cock up inside Geraldine at her
home, the feelings had simply increased and grown steadily to a gnawing
dull ache that couldn’t be scratched. She had come here today with high
expectations of getting what she needed and now? Now she was stuck with a
watcher.
Jenny screamed as the pain bit into her. Both her hands clamping
instinctively over the outside of her thigh to soothe the affected area
where the thin cane had stung her. She gagged as the burning agony tore
through her. Her head threw back and her back arched as the second lash
struck across the other thigh mid-way between her knee and hip. Two more
stinging lashes bit into the flesh of her back before she could find the
voice to speak.
“No! Please stop!” she cried-out, her hands rubbing her affected thighs,
her back stinging with the excruciating pain.
“Obedience, slut,” he sneered close to her ear and circled around to her
front. He weighed the cane menacingly in his hand, a great smile of
satisfaction on his face and a huge bulge in the front of his trousers.
He took a step back and swiped the cane across her chest so that just the
very tip of it stung across her right breast.
Jenny gasped and stepped back, he advanced and lashed again at her hip to
catch her a stinging blow just across the side of her waist. She began
sobbing, her hands cupping her breasts to prevent further treatment to her
tender orbs.
“Total obedience is paramount, slut. You will obey without question.”
She backed away further.
“Okay! Okay! Whatever, just stop please stop!”
He paused.
“The desk, bend over the desk to receive the punishment you so richly
deserve.”
Jenny hesitated and shook her head slowly. She had had quite enough of the
taste of the cane for one day.
She yelped loudly as the cane cut harshly into her thigh, her hands moving
down to cover the searing pain. As her hands dropped a stinging blow cut
across both her breasts and she screamed. Twice more her thighs suffered
the brutal lashes before she crumpled and folded to slump to the floor
sobbing heavily.
He towered over her, his breathing rapid and laboured, high excitement
pounding the blood through his body.
She looked up at him through tear-stained eyes, a pitiful and defeated
look of hopeless pleading. He pointed with the cane to the desk and she
raised herself slowly to her knees in compliance.
The surface of the desk was cold as her breasts squashed down onto it. She
trembled as she bent over it and pressed her mons against the hard edge.
The cane tapped at her ankles to urge her to shift her feet apart. Her
arms extended in front of her to grip the opposite edge of the mahogany
surface in readiness of the pain to come.
He stood to one side of her and raised the cane.
“Count them bitch, and if I can’t hear you - we start all over again.”
The breath was forced from her as the brutal lash stung across her
buttocks. “One!” she shouted loudly.
The force of the next lash made her back arch, she raised herself on her
hands to plant them flat on the desktop so as to better accept the pain.
“Two!” She sobbed.
Each savage lash of the thin cane jarred her mons to crush against the
edge of the desk. By the eighth count her buttocks glowed warm and the
feelings were washing down around her pussy, further excited by the
pressure of the desk on her clitoris. Strange and wonderful feelings
flooded through her to make her almost welcome the stinging pain as she
received the next lash.
“Ten!” she shouted and then he paused. His thick stubby fingers pushing
roughly into her open pussy, the thumb forcing into the tight puckered
anus at the same time.
She groaned and gasped the mix of pain and pleasure was so intense, every
nerve-end in her body was alive to accept the electric charges pulsing
through her. Humiliating and disgusting, yet so very wonderful.
He withdrew his hand and pushed his thick hard cock up inside her pussy
from behind. Jenny sighed heavily, at last! She tried to move her hips but
the pressure of his hips against her pinned her immovably to the edge of
the desk.
“Keep still bitch,” he snapped.
The cane was switched for a short leather hawse that Jenny had seen lying
on the desk. Remaining motionless with his cock buried deep up inside her
he landed a stinging blow with the leather hawse across her shoulders.
Jenny winced and tensed; only then did she understand as her internal
muscles contracted to grip around the whole length of his cock inside her.
Powerful and ecstatic sensations of such intensity flooded through her
that she silently willed him to hit her again.
“Uhnnh!” she grunted as the next lash hit her, those sweet sensations
gripping her as her muscles again clamped tightly around his hard cock.
Again and again he lashed at her back and shoulders in a steady and
unhurried rhythm; milking his cock for its sperm as the alternating
clamping and releasing of her inner muscles continued.
Her head felt light and distant. The whirling pleasure of deep sensation
spinning her mind in a confusion of senses as the pleasure went on and on.
Lash after lash coaxed her onward, the waves of pleasure tore through her
in torrents. She quivered and tensed; every contour of his rigid cock
inside her was felt as her muscles gripped around it in involuntary spasms
of delight.
He tensed and she matched him. Jenny screamed and bucked her body, her
head threw back and her mouth hung open as the wash of his sperm deep
inside her brought her over the edge. She panted hungrily, sucking in air
to feed the jarring sensations that were tearing at her body. She moaned
deeply and her body locked rigid before slumping forward sated onto the
hard surface of the desk.
She knelt before him, her slim body still quivering slightly from the
pleasure it had just received.
“Master,” she said lovingly and kissed his feet. “Yours to serve -
always.”
***
Joan gagged but opened her mouth to accept the head of his cock into her
mouth. Her arms were tied back behind her and a heavy weight was attached
to her long clitoris by a small clip. She moved her mouth on him for just
a moment or two before his thick seed shot into her mouth. She recoiled in
disgust but his grip on her hair held her head steady as the thick
globules of his sperm splashed across her parted lips and chin. He kicked
at the weight hanging beneath her parted thighs as she knelt before him
and Joan groaned as the pain shot through her.
Hours it had been, he had subjected her to every humiliation possible, she
thought. Tied-up and trained like a dog, spanked and now this - putting is
cock into her mouth and even ejaculating at the same time. She felt
repulsed and disgusted at the base acts she was expected to perform. She
had expected loving and tender sex, in a bed with the lights out but this!
Well, it was so very different but inwardly she had to admit to herself
that it was exciting, as it was unusual.
Since he had had sex with her on the stairs of her home she had realised
that her previous sex life, such as it was, had been unadventurous to say
the very least. She had recounted the event many times in her mind, going
over again and again the feelings of the powerful and intense orgasm that
she had obtained. All this tying and spanking was so different but she
could, she felt, soon become used it.
Joan wailed aloud as his thick finger pushed up her backside. Kneeling and
hog-tied as she was there was nothing she could do to prevent the forced
intrusion. Her loud voice wailed her pitiful protests and then changed in
pitch as the rush of sexual sensation rocketed through her. The weight
pulling at her erect clitoris brought one set of sensations whilst the
burning sensations in her backside produced another and different set. Her
pussy gripped in little spasms and she felt the coming tide of orgasm
approaching.
Her mouth hung open and she gurgled as the force slammed into her, tearing
her insides with tingling shards of electric sensation. It was at that
point she knew she was lost, never could she return to the sexless life
she had known before.
***
Geraldine had never been tied-down before; it was extremely exciting but
tinged with apprehension. Passively she lay back on the waist-high padded
couch and extended her arms. Soft hemp ropes pulled her arms tightly above
her head and to the side. The new master, tall and thin, his hooked nose
prominent on his set expression, tied her ankles in a similar fashion to
the foot of the bench. An electric motor whirred and the couch moved,
pushing up beneath her buttocks to raise her mons and stretched pussy high
above the rest of her body. She lay presented, her eyes looking directly
at her own navel as her hips were raised even higher and the motor
stopped.
Fear gripped her, she lay open and defenseless, her legs pulled apart and
her pussy offered high and exposed.
He pulled on the thin latex gloves, smoothing them over his fingers like a
surgeon preparing to operate. The door opened and three other men entered;
all were naked and sporting stiff erections in anticipation of the fun to
come.
They stood close, watching the new master as he worked methodically and
precisely. A clear jelly was smeared over and around each of her rosy
little buds of nipples that stood up so proudly. Small, stainless steel
clamps with tiny serrated teeth were placed by her side; Geraldine
Whimpered as he sprung the jaws open on one of the clamps and held it
threateningly over her left nipple. She screamed and bucked, pulling hard
against her bonds as the searing pain shot through her; the teeth of the
clamp biting harshly into her firm tender nipple.
“The little bitch wails well enough,” one of the observers commented
lightly. The second clamp was attached to her other nipple to bring a
repeat of her screaming and struggling; her sobbing shook her slim frame
as she wallowed in her misery.
Thin insulated wires were attached to the clamps, his expert hands working
precisely to secure them. He stood back and gripped his cock in one hand.
Geraldine’s body shook and shuddered as the electric current passed
through her nipples. She lost control of her lips, they seemed to quiver
and shake with a life of their own, her tongue fell out to loll at the
side of her mouth and then she relaxed. Again the current was passed
through her and again her body tensed to bring strange tearing sensations
of jarring pleasure to her. Several more times her body tensed and relaxed
before she was finally allowed to rest.
They had moved now, more to the end of the couch but still to the side.
Her open pussy offering unhindered viewing to their hungry eyes Geraldine
felt so humiliated, her ungainly position was not one she would have
chosen for herself.
She felt the nudge of the thin jelly-coated plug against her anus and
tensed slightly as the rubber plug was inserted into her. Her pussy next,
a thicker and longer rubber phallus was pushed up inside her. She couldn’t
see but she could feel and it both excited her and unnerved her at the
same time.
Her pussy lips were stretched, exposing her hard bud of a clitoris to
stand out prominently from her body. She gasped as his latex covered
fingers smeared the jelly over and around it. As the thin electric wire
touched her clitoris her body locked, her mind and body shuddering as the
current passed through her. Tearing and ripping the exquisite sensations
rushed through her, pulling at her insides and jerking her nipples. The
rubber plugs deep inside her were gripped and held by her moist interior
as the quivering delight passed through her entire body.
She relaxed and panted heavily as the wire was removed and the current
stopped. A warm and exciting glow spread through her to calm and to soothe
her strained body.
Again it gripped her to force her hips even higher, she mumbled
incoherently as the pumping thrill shot through her. Her pussy lips shook
and her anus gripped the ring of tight little muscles around the probe,
terrific feelings of such intensity that it was like a prolonged orgasm
that went on and on but never quite finishing.
She slumped back again as the current stopped.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please.”
One man laughed aloud.
“The bitch wants to come!”
“Too soon,” the new master replied and touched the probe once again to her
erect clitoris.
Her fists gripped, bunching tightly formed fists, her feet and knees
jerked uncontrollably as the spears of searing pleasure tore at her slim
frame. She panted heavily and moaned softly as the current again stopped.
Again and again she tensed and relaxed, the desperate need within her to
reach that peak and tip over the edge but the bastard wouldn’t allow her
that, he chose instead to give her pleasure in stages. Such wonderful and
powerful feelings that she had never before known. Pleasure that she never
knew existed to sate her hungry body but to still deny her the final and
ultimate pleasure.
Jenny felt the plug in her pussy being removed to be replaced by the new
master’s cock as she stood close to the end of the couch; his head just
visible to her over the mound of her raised mons. In short little dabs he
touched the probe to her clitoris to jar her body into tension around his
cock. A second, no more and then it stopped only to grip her again before
relaxing. Her body began working like a pump, drawing in and up and then
releasing; alternating the grip and release she worked his throbbing cock
involuntarily as he looked down at her.
“Oh God please!” she begged between surges before once again she was
gripped by the pulsing current. On and on it went he stood silently with
his cock inside her wet pussy as she clamped around him so tightly in
short spasms. At length he came, groaning loudly as his cock jerked and
twitched inside her to expel every last drop of his thick seed.
She whimpered her need to him as he withdrew; hoping against hope that he
would finally give her the relief she so desperately sought.
A second man pushed his stiff cock up into her and again the probe was
pressed to her clitoris to repeat the sweet torturous process all over
again.
By the time the fourth man had come inside her Jenny was calling loudly to
them for her own pleasure and release. They laughed aloud at her pleading
as she raised her head and shoulders to strain against her bonds; her face
flushed and contorted in a mask of sheer desperation.
The new master touched the probe to her body and held it firm as she
bucked and thrashed wildly. Her wrists pulled against the ropes, her
ankles tugged, as they shook in wild flailing restricted only by her
bonds. Knees and body shuddered, her stomach muscles undulating and her
breasts wobbling in her frantic efforts to reach her peak before he
stopped. She came, tipping over the top to fall headlong down into the
warm blissful stream of warm and comforting orgasm. Greedily she received
it and slumped back onto the couch as the pumping surges passed through
her. Panting and sighing she relaxed as the current stopped wallowing in
the heady sensations that follow such a powerful and intense orgasm.
***
“Are the bitches ready for export?” The thickly accented voice asked as
the two men watched through the two-way mirror as Geraldine received her
pleasure.
“I’m afraid not. They are responding well but you know how demanding the
Arabs are when it comes to western women and the degree to which they are
trained.”
The olive-skinned man nodded his acceptance. “How long?”
“Two, perhaps three weeks,” Edward answered easily.
Again the man nodded and turned to leave. “I’ll make the arrangements for
the end of the month.”
***
Geraldine knelt on all fours before Edward, her knees wide apart so as to
bring her hips low; her stretched pussy hovered over the tip of the huge
dildo that was fixed to the base-plate beneath her. At his nod she lowered
herself, gasping loudly as the huge bulbous head of the latex phallus
pushed into her moist inner lips. She grunted as she lowered herself
further still feeding the great length and girth up inside her.
He sat in the big upright chair watching her expression change through the
various stages of hesitancy, fear, thrill and pleasure until her mons
almost touched the floor. Her position was base and animal-like; it
pleased him greatly to see this rich bitch demeaning herself before him in
her quest for sexual pleasure.
Jenny entered carrying the cane she strode purposefully to stand by
Geraldine’s side as she had been instructed to do so.
“Do you remember,” he drawled slowly to Jenny. “How this bitch kneeling
before you now slapped your face when we first met?”
“I do, master!” Jenny said loudly, her excitement increasing as she
realised his intentions.
“Then now is the time for revenge - take that revenge now, bitch.”
The cane swished noisily down to sting hard and cruelly across Geraldine’s
stretched buttocks. Geraldine screamed and raised her hips.
“Fucking little bitch!” She turned her head to look over her shoulder and
to spit the words at the beaming Jenny.
“Stay bitch,” the master warned icily and she lowered her hips back down
to slide the full length of the dildo back up inside her. Again the cane
stung her and she bucked upward, lowering herself almost immediately down
again on the thick phallus.
A steady rhythm was established; with each hard cut of the cane Geraldine
would raise and then lower, fucking the big cock-like dildo beneath her,
yelping loudly with each thwack that landed.
Faster and faster the strokes of the cane bit into her soft flesh and
faster the dildo moved within her wet pussy. The pain and pleasure mix
were steadily growing and Geraldine began working herself frantically up
and down on the big dildo, her hips pumping hungrily to match the feelings
that were growing inside her. With mouth open and tongue out, her back
arched to raise her buttocks to receive the pleasure she looked like a dog
on heat that was being serviced.
The erotic sight had made the master hard, he moved to kneel before her
rubbing his cock in long even strokes as he watched the contorting face of
the slut before him. Pained agony, a mask of creased and agonised ecstasy,
she panted hungrily as the stinging blows rained down hard and fast on her
buttocks.
He came, directing his warm sticky sperm to splash over her face and open
mouth as she gulped hungrily at the air in her high state of arousal.
Geraldine began to shake, the master raised his hand to stop Jenny caning;
he stooped low to watch the rich bitch shudder and buck in orgasm;
marvelling at the way she pounded herself frantically down onto the thick
rod of latex in her heated and desperate quest for sexual release.
Jenny knelt as directed and began to lick the wet juices from the dildo,
her tongue licking lovingly as she lapped each drop of Geraldine’s pussy
juice. Two weeks prior to this the very thought alone would have made her
sick now; she loved it and wallowed in the sexual thrill of base and
disgusting acts.
***
Both women stood before the master, thick leather collars around their
necks and their arms tied tightly behind their backs; so tightly that
their elbows touched and were bound together also with cord.
“How many times have you been sold for the day, bitch?”
“Seventeen, master,” Geraldine answered dutifully.
“And you slut?”
“Twelve, master,” Jenny, said confidently and a little proudly.
“How many times by a woman?”
Both women hesitated, a stunned look of disbelief etched on their faces,
they answered as one. “None master!”
He turned and walked to the door, paused and looked back.
“Today then, that changes.”
The tall redheaded woman strode confidently past him and stood arrogantly
with her hands on her hips as the master went out and closed the door.
Tall and erect, the woman looked positively evil yet tinged at the same
time with a sexual and sensual aura that seemed to radiate from her.
Flowing red hair and pale skin, she was slim and well proportioned, her
narrow waist and hips in perfect balance to add to her beauty. Long black
boots in shiny leather covered her legs and stopped mid-way up her slender
thighs. Tiny leather panties cut high on her hips made her legs appear
even longer than they actually were. A tight fitting Basque in soft
leather pinched her waist to a narrowness that defied belief and forced
her ample breasts severely upward to rest them on the platforms that
served as cups. A sinister looking riding crop dangled from one of her
wrists, as she looked the two trembling young women up and down.
“Mmmm!” She taunted mockingly at the two nervous women. “Tasty new meat
for me!”
Geraldine groaned and Jenny looked at the woman in horror as it began to
dawn on her that there was to be no escape from the room and from the evil
looking bitch that stood over them now.
Moving smoothly and expertly the woman clipped a long dog-leash to the
front of each collar, one on Geraldine’s and then on Jenny’s. Her long
slim fingers stroked tenderly across Geraldine’s buttocks to make the rich
woman shudder in disgust at her touch. She shifted her hips forward so as
to avoid the touch.
“I see you have already been enjoying yourself you little hussy,” the
redhead cooed sexily.
At the command, the two tethered girls began running round the room in a
circle, the woman holding the ends of the leashes to dictate the arc of
the circle. Her blazing blue eyes were wide with sexual delight as she
hungrily took in the bouncing breasts and buttocks of the terrified women.
“Faster!” she snapped and lashed at Jenny’s buttocks with the crop. Faster
they ran, sheer desperation driving them around the room in a mesmerising
circle of fearful anticipation.
“Who used the dildo?”
“I did,” Geraldine panted as she struggled to maintain the fast pace of
their running.
The crop stung her breasts, the leather thong on the tip slapping cruelly
across one tender nipple.
“Mistress!” the woman screamed. “Mistress!”
Geraldine sobbed and answered using the given title before they were at
last allowed to stop; both girls stood panting and fearful as the woman
looked them over. The crop was pointed at Geraldine.
“You, slut - get over against the wall.”
Geraldine whimpered but complied, she allowed herself to be guided with
her back to the wall whilst her ankles were secured into the wide
tan-coloured leather straps attached to the floor. Her wrists were
similarly secured slightly above and to the sides of her head to leave her
spread-eagled against the wall. The leash was wound around a hook above
her head to pull the collar around her neck hard upward to add to her
discomfort.
Jenny was then similarly secured against the same wall next to the
trembling Geraldine. The redhead slipped off her tiny panties and gripped
her pussy in her cupped hand; she began to rub herself slowly and
sensually, her red-painted fingernails brighter than her bush of red pubic
hair. Geraldine closed her eyes and turned her head.
“Watch me!” the woman screamed angrily and increased the pace of her
rubbing. Her head slunk back and she jerked her hips in time with the
strokes of her hand. She slowed casually and stopped, a great beaming
smile parted her scarlet lips to show her flashing white teeth.
The woman approached sexily, swinging her hips as the thin heels of her
boots clicked on the wooden floor; she pressed her body against Geraldine
and cupped one of the girl’s breasts.
“Are you the rich bitch?” she enquired in a mocking tone and squeezed the
soft orb in her hand.
Geraldine cringed in disgust as the woman fondled her breast.
“Yes, mistress.”
Rolling Geraldine’s nipples between finger and thumb the woman pulled and
pinched cruelly at the firm bud.
“Mmmm, good,” she purred wickedly. “I like rich girls.”
Her mouth descended, soft lips sucking in the bud of Geraldine’s nipple as
her hand continued to squeeze and caress the soft orb of flesh. Nibbling
and flicking with her soft tongue sent conflicting waves of emotion and
feelings through Geraldine. Wonderful pounding feelings of such powerful
sexual intensity yet waves of repulsion and disgust at a another woman
making love to her; worst of all, she felt herself beginning to respond
and actually enjoy the treatment she was receiving.
Jenny turned her head sideways to watch the actions of the older woman on
the whimpering Geraldine. The redhead began tracing her kisses down
between Geraldine’s cleavage and over her tensed stomach to her navel
The rich woman groaned both in pleasure at the touch and at the
realisation of the intended destination of the hungry mouth that teased at
her.
Parting the swollen lips of Geraldine’s pussy with her thumbs, the
redhead’s mouth kissed at the hood of the rich woman’s erect clitoris; the
thin skin covering pulled back to expose the tasty morsel to her searching
mouth.
Geraldine screamed and bucked as the soft lips gripped on her and the
vibrant tongue flicked tantalisingly across the tip of her throbbing
clitoris. Straining and twisting her body within the confines of her bonds
and pressed against the wall as she was, Geraldine began to pant her
extreme pleasure at the experienced and tender touch that brought such
beautiful and sweet sensations to her.
The wicked redhead stopped and withdrew, smiling broadly at the way
Geraldine’s face creased in pain disappointment now that her pleasure had
stopped.
She raised the crop, flicking it up deftly from the retaining strap as it
hung from around her wrist to grip it in her hand, a much-practised move
that happened in one smooth movement. Upward, the redhead tapped the
leather thong on the end against Geraldine’s hard and excited clitoris to
draw a terrific gasp of surprised pleasure from the woman. Again and again
she tapped at the hard bud, increasing the power with which she struck one
each light stroke of the crop. Faster and harder the leather thong struck
at her excited bud building into a rapidly increasing crescendo of sheer
bliss. Geraldine shuddered; her body bucking and hips thrusting outward as
she came to a crashing orgasm that ripped through her pinioned body like a
tornado.
“You please me slut with your obvious excitement. You seem to welcome the
attentions of the female approach,” the redhead complimented.
Jenny had watched spellbound, repelled at first that a woman should wish
to lick another’s pussy but the thrill of witnessing the spectacle had
made her wet and aroused so intensely. She shivered slightly in
anticipation as the elegant redhead moved across to her.
The initial touch of the woman’s hand on her breast made her groan in
delight, the woman knew exactly how and where to touch her to bring the
sweetest of sensations. The way she pulled and rolled her nipples between
finger and thumb to stretch and to pull more and exquisite feelings to
her. When the soft lips enveloped her throbbing bud and sucked on the hard
nipple Jenny came instantly.
“Mmmm,” the redhead moaned in satisfaction. “You bitch, really like the
though of female attentions.”
A hand on her pussy sent shivering spasms of delight through Jenny’s body.
Just as one orgasm had ended another began to rise within her almost
immediately, she found herself moaning her pleasure and urging the probing
fingers inside her moist interior to bring it to her.
The woman knelt and kissed the downy covered mons of Jenny’s pussy and
again Jenny shuddered in orgasm. The soft tongue entered her and probed
all around her sensitive wet pussy, delicate hands caressing the outside
of her thighs as the heavenly sensations washed through her. The teeth
gripping her clitoris brought her off once more and gasping loudly Jenny
slumped exhausted against her restraining straps.
***
He loved to watch her; the master sat in the high-backed chair as Joan
pedalled the exercise bike frantically. Naked, her mons rested on the
saddle of the bike as her thighs pumped the pedals around furiously. He
would keep her as his own he thought, the way the hungry bitch worked
herself off gave him erection after erection. Her animal-like need and
hunger never failed to amaze him. She would lose herself in a state of
sheer bliss that excluded all else in her quest for the ultimate pleasure
of her body.
She was grunting now as her narrow hips swayed, her face was flushed and
perspiration coated her body. Faster she peddled as her climax approached,
the tiny weights hanging from her nipple-camps swinging in time with her
body movements. Her piercing scream hurt his ears in the confines of the
small room. She bucked and thrashed wildly as she reached her peak, her
legs pumping the pedals around in a blur of excited pleasure. Joan slumped
forwards panting heavily and then slid down onto the floor to mew softly
in her pleasure.
Yes! He thought, she was simply too good to let-go.
“Come here bitch, he commanded. “Suck me.”
***
With heads bowed and eyes downcast as they had been instructed, Geraldine
and Jenny entered the lavishly decorated and furnished room. They were
naked except for the wide leather waist-belts that acted as harnesses the
attached chains at the back being held by the master.
Thick carpet and the sweet aroma of joss0sticks were Geraldine’s first
impressions as they moved dutifully into the centre of the room. She was
aware that others were present but dared not raise her head to look the
most severe of punishment being the reward for such blatant disobedience.
The master released the chains and guided Jenny to stand apart from her
friend.
“Squat,” he commanded simply and both women complied, parting their thighs
to display their open pussies, as they knew they should. Being sold for
the day they knew they were, they had done it many times now and wondered
what form their pain and sexual pleasure would take today.
At the command, both women looked up to see three generously robed Arabs
sitting each in a lavishly upholstered armchair.
A swift kick of his boot sent Geraldine forward onto her hands and knees.
“Whine, ” the master ordered. “Whine like a dog and make it convincing.”
Geraldine obeyed; any embarrassment or self-consciousness had long since
been removed from her. She howled and moved her body, as a dog would do
when calling for a mate. Then it was the turn of Jenny who either
possessed a greater knowledge of dog or simply performed more naturally;
it delighted the buyers to see her offering.
At a nod from the eldest of the Arabs the master knelt and pushed his cock
fully up inside Geraldine’s rectum, thrusting hard to increase her
humiliation. At the signal he stopped and repeated the process with Jenny
who whimpered her disgust at the act but endured it otherwise silently.
During the session the women had to walk, bend, stand and turn, every
conceivable position a body could attain they had to adopt.
At length the moment arrived when the master approached them with a short
stubby rod about sixteen inches long. It was silvered metal with a thick
rubber handgrip. Geraldine first had the implement inserted up into her
pussy, shifting her knees apart as she stood passively to accept it inside
her.
The master’s thumb pressed the black button and Geraldine’s body shuddered
in involuntary spasms as the electric current surged through her. Her
mouth hung open and her eyes rolled as the gripping charge shot through
her. It stopped and paused allowing her body to regain its normal senses
before gripping her again to bring her to her peak. She murmured and shook
as the waves of orgasm shot through her and the rod was withdrawn.
Jenny felt aroused already, watching Geraldine come had made her wet and a
perverse though flitted to her as she knew she would receive the rod, wet
with Geraldine’s juices up inside her own interior.
She protested and tried to move away as the thick rod was placed at the
entrance to her anus, only the threatening voice of the master made her
stand firm. Tears welled-up in her eyes as the probe forced her tight
muscles apart and pushed up inside her. Searing and excruciating pain tore
through her as she felt the rod move up inside her back passage. The
charge when it came ripped through her like a tornado to jerk her slim
body like a rag doll, her arms flailing uselessly by her sides. Again the
electricity tore at her and then again and again until she wailed aloud
through her tears and came to a crashing orgasm.
***
Jenny shook her head in refusal; the two women had met in the more normal
surroundings of the local park away from prying eyes and ears.
“Well I want out - I’m not taking all this putting things up my…well,
you know. It simply isn’t normal!”
Geraldine sighed heavily.
“And being led around on a leash, thrashed and licked by a woman is
acceptable?”
Jenny fell silent for a moment; the realisation of Geraldine’s words
slowly coming home to her.
“Well, yes. They are more normal and exciting but the other, well that is
uncomfortable and even painful at times, either way its bloody
humiliating.”
“But isn’t that the whole point? We like humiliation and being controlled,
the other as you put it is just part and parcel of the excitement.”
Jenny huffed and shifted in her seat on the wooden bench.
“Perhaps to you but it’s my pussy that I want given attention, not my
backside.”
“Okay,” Geraldine sighed in resignation. “So leave! Forget all the cock
that you get so frequently, forget about the many orgasms that you’ve had
and would continue to have when…”
“Okay! Okay! I’m convinced if still a little hesitant.
Geraldine smiled and moved closer to her along the bench.
“You remember what that redheaded woman did to us?”
Jenny looked sideways at the impish pleading face and responded slightly
guardedly.
“I do.”
“Well, I was thinking,” Geraldine breathed sexily and looked down at
opening at the top of Jenny’s blouse. “Could we perhaps…”
Jenny smiled nervously and then giggled.
“Like your thinking, slut. Your place or mine?”
Geraldine shuddered in delight.
“Mine’s closer to here and my need so great that I just have to get to it
sooner rather than later.”
Jenny stood ready to leave and said in a reprimanding tone.
“Slut! You dirty little slut.”
Geraldine giggled devilishly in reply and stood up gathering her handbag
and jacket.
“I am I know, but I cant help myself.”
“But I certainly will,” Jenny said huskily and the two women walked
quickly toward the park gates and in the direction of Geraldine’s house.
***
“The Middle East!” Both women said as one in shocked surprise as the
master told them of their intended destination.
“Your new master is extremely wealthy and you will live well as long as
you serve him without question.”
“And if we don’t?” Geraldine asked.
The master looked disapprovingly at her. “Then you will be returned here
to me to show you the errors of your ways.”
“I’m single now, but you Geraldine, you’ve a husband!”
“Had,” Geraldine stated emphatically. “Past tense - I’m all for it! A life
of being controlled and sexually abused sounds pretty good to me.”
Both women nodded their approval. The master took hold of the leash and
led them to the door, both women now shackled by the wrists and the
ankles. Bonded slaves to be put into service abroad. Jenny glanced back at
Geraldine and blew her a kiss, whispering quickly whilst the master
unlocked the door.
“During our nights-off in the harem, do you think…?”
Geraldine smiled sweetly and nodded her agreement.
The End.