No more than five seconds. That was all the time it took for Stephanie to realise she was not alone in the office, but by then it was too late.
Even as she turned, the door slammed shut and she screamed in alarm at the sight of the burly young man confronting her. She took a step back, raising her arms instinctively and screamed again as she felt herself grabbed from behind.
"Scream as loud as you like! Nobody will hear you." Her stomach lurched as she realised the man was absolutely right. It was still early Sunday morning and the business district was deserted. Even the local bus company didn't bother providing a service on a Sunday.
She herself had walked here, enjoying the peace and early morning sunshine, but now that peace was loaded with menace. She was trapped on the fifth floor of a deserted office block with two strange men and no chance of rescue. Apart from Mrs Lloyd, no-one knew she was here.
She felt panic rising inside her and struggled against the man holding her. It was no use. Stephanie was tall for a woman, but the man holding her was taller and broader and a lot stronger. His grip on her arms was like a vice and he held her pulled in close against his body, his legs spread wide so she couldn't even kick him properly. His companion leaned against the wall, watching her struggles with an air of amused contempt.
"Struggle all you like. You'll only tire yourself out."
He was right. Stephanie stopped struggling and looked at him with a defiance she certainly didn't feel.
"Alright," she said. "Take whatever you want, but leave me alone." No reaction. "I won't tell anyone," she said. "I won't tell the police."
The man smiled at her slowly. It was an evil smile, a smile that sent a sudden chill racing through her. "We have what we want. We want you."
"Me?"
Stephanie was stunned. "Why? Why do you want me?"
"Because that's what the lady next door wants." Stephanie was struck speechless at this unexpected twist and offered no resistance as the man holding her spun her round and pushed her towards the door leading to the inner office. Her shoulder banged painfully on the half open door but as it swung open the discomfort was forgotten in an instant.
"Mrs Lloyd!"
The woman was sitting in he chair normally occupied by her husband.
"Yes. Who else did you expect?"
She watched in amusement as Stephanie juggled her mind into some sort of order.
"I know Mr Lloyd's away, but when you called me you said he wanted some papers"
"So I lied."
"You said it was urgent... " Her voice trailed off as she realised she had been tricked into coming to the office. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Getting rid of you is what's going on! Getting you out of my husband's life. Already he lusts after you."
"But that's awful! Well, maybe he does look at me a bit, but I don't even like him."
Mrs Lloyd smiled indulgently, as though explaining something to a slow witted child. "I didn't either, until I discovered just how loaded the son of a bitch is. Then I made damned sure I became Mrs Lloyd the second." A smile hovered about her lips at the memory. "The randy bastard just can't keep his hands off fresh young girls like you, pretty and willing, just like I was when I was his secretary, but there isn't going to be a Mrs Lloyd the third."
"Willing? I certainly aren't willing! I wouldn't marry him if he asked me."
Stephanie knew that Mr Lloyd enjoyed ogling her. Few men could resist the temptation, for that matter, but it had never gone further than that, and she had no intention of letting it. Certainly not with the unpleasant Mr Lloyd! This was ridiculous, So ridiculous that she could hardly believe it.
But Mrs Lloyd had the bit between her teeth. She was a dangerous woman, thought Stephanie. Maybe mad, even. She was still talking.
"I saw my chance and moved up from secretary to wife pretty damn quick. It was easy to get him to divorce his wife, but no other bitch is going to do that to me."
Definitely mad!
Stephanie was in trouble, then.
"Of course, the original Mrs Lloyd wasn't best pleased. Tried to bleed him white with the divorce settlement. Greedy bitch! I soon solved that little problem."
Stephanie knew she just had to ask even though she dreaded the answer.
"What - what did you do?"
"Oh, I had her packed off to the same place you're going! You'll find out about that soon enough!"" She laughed out loud, the sound somehow harsh and cruel.
Stephanie shuddered. "Didn't anyone miss her?"
"Well of course she was missed, but not for long. Who was there to miss her? Only Mr Lloyd, and he soon got over it, I saw to that!" She looked at Stephanie, malice in her eyes. "Who will miss you?"
Nobody, Stephanie realised. Fear and anger welled up inside her, and she struggled anew against the hands gripping her arms.
"You bitch! You vindictive bitch!" Fora moment she escaped the grasping hands and clawed at Mrs Lloyd, scratching her face before they had her back under control. "You can't send me away! I don't want to leave this firm! What about the police?"
Mrs Lloyd scowled, her eyes flashing in anger as she put a handkerchief to her face.
"You'll pay for that, you stupid little tart. I can do whatever I like because I'm rich and respectable and you're no more than a common little tramp. Call yourself a secretary? If you hadn't wiggled your arse and tits at my husband, there's no way he'd have given you a job. And that you are about to regret!"
Still with a handkerchief to her cheek and a murderous look in here eyes, she nodded to the man holding her and Stephanie felt herself pushed roughly towards the desk. Her thighs banged painfully against the edge and she was pushed further forward, the weight of the man bearing down on her to bend her over the desk. Only when she was bent right over were her arms released. The relief from the relentless grip was tremendous but she was too numb to offer any resistance as she was grabbed again, her arms hauled straight out across the desk.
The same vice like grip closed around her wrists holding her tight, holding her down. Everything was happening far too fast. Even as she winced at the crushing grip on her wrists she felt her short skirt hauled up over her bottom.
"Oh Holy God, no! No, please."
Her desperate pleas were ignored. With a dreadful inevitability she felt fingers hooked into the waistband of her brief panties and heard a soft ripping sound as they were dragged down around her knees. She was stripped naked from the waist down, her bare bottom on open view. She kicked back desperately but her movements were severely hampered by being stretched so taut over the desk and her feet flailed uselessly.
Crack!
Stephanie squealed in shock and alarm as a blaze of heat ripped across the taut flesh of her bared behind.
Crack!
Another stinging blow smacked down and she twisted wildly around, straining to see what was happening behind her. Mrs Lloyd was standing to one side of the desk, a thin leather belt dangling from her hand and a cruel smile on her thin lips. "I'll teach you to insult me you little slut." As she spoke she raised her arm and whipped the belt forward a third time.
It hissed wickedly through the air and smacked down hard across Stephanie's helpless backside. She whimpered and Mrs Lloyd bent close. "Better get used to the feel of leather on your pretty little backside because there'll be plenty of that coming your way."
Stephanie whimpered again, concentrating hard on not writhing too much. Her backside was hurting badly but she was much more concerned with keeping her legs pressed tight together to preserve what little modesty she had left. Mrs Lloyd smiled again at the sight. "No room for modesty where you're going, sweetie. Get those legs open." She backed up the order with another wicked slash of the belt across Stephanie's upthrust backside and another when Stephanie showed signs of hesitating.
"Come on, slut. The men here want a show."
Tears pricking her eyes, Stephanie shuffled her feet apart. Her face flamed as red as the welts striping her backside as she realised how lewdly she was exposing herself, but if she didn't...
Crack! Crack!
The belt slashed two searing tracks across her backside and she howled out loud, twisting and writhing over the desk.
"Wait, I want to see her tits."
Stephanie stiffened as the man standing behind her spoke. She wailed in protest but it was no use. He moved close up behind her, his body crushing her bruised buttocks as he leaned over her. His hands slid beneath her, groping for the front of her blouse, fingers sliding inside and gripping the flimsy material. With a quick jerk he ripped it open, buttons popping loose and spilling to the desk top beneath her, the material tearing as he pulled the garment out from under her. She wasn't wearing a bra and her bare breasts spilled out, nipples puckering on contact with the cold wood.
"Lift her up. Let's have a good look."
The pressure on her wrists eased as the man holding her pushed her back across the desk, and then Stephanie felt her hair grabbed and twisted, her head forced up. As her torso lifted clear of the desk her breasts spilled forward, firm and round, nipples hard and swollen.
"Nice tits, very nice." The man holding her wrists leered wickedly at her and Stephanie shuddered at the look in his eyes. Behind her, his companion pressed closer, cupping the gently swaying curves and squeezing hard.
"Yes. Very nice. Nice and firm."
Stephanie struggled to control herself. She wanted to twist away, scream out at them to leave her alone, but a disturbing feeling was growing inside her. At first she couldn't believe the sensation nagging away in her sexy, but as her breasts were fondled so openly, and no way to prevent it, she realised she was becoming aroused.
She had felt this way before, sunbathing topless on the beach, aware of the admiring glances her bared breasts attracted, but this was different. Quite different. This time she had been forceably stripped. This time the attention she was receiving was far more than a lustful stare.
But there was no mistaking the sensation.
She was suddenly fearful that she would somehow reveal her arousal to these two thugs, and she shuddered. She would never be able to bear such shame.
Mrs Lloyd came unwittingly to her rescue. "Leave her for now, guys. Look at mu cheek, for God's sake! I want to thrash her, I want to give her a thrashing to remember me by."
Stephanie wailed in protest, but already the man behind her was moving back, leaving her backside open and exposed to the belt.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
With almost unbearable force, the supple leather whipped down onto her invitingly jutting backside. The heat flared through her at once, stinging and burning and wringing high pitched howls from her lips. Her hips bucked and writhed in a futile effort to evade the searing lash, but there was no respite.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The blows whipped in to criss cross the weals already striping her, each new blow an added increment to the burning pain that engulfed her entire backside. The belt whipped up and down relentlessly and her cries and pleas went unheeded. Her body rocked and twisted, a sheen of sweat shining on her pale skin and glistening on her breasts. Her cries were breathless, cut off and choked short by each new smack of the lash across her quivering flesh. Where the lash struck, her skin rippled and flared a deep angry red and she sobbed in despair as she realised she was going to be whipped raw. Her wrists were sore from being clamped so tight while she writhed and twisted helplessly and still the belt smacked down.
Crack! Crack!
No matter how desperately Stephanie writhed and twisted, the lash found her, raising long stinging weals across her already burning flesh. Tears clouded her eyes, her breath rasped harsh in her throat and she slumped limply forward. It was useless to resist. If anything her desperate writhing was serving only to incite Mrs Lloyd to thrash her harder.
She gave up the struggle and submitted to the beating. Almost at once she felt a change. She was aroused again. The realisation took her breath away but there was no doubt in her mind. Something was stirring in her belly, the same stirrings she had felt earlier. It was as though her submission had awakened something deep inside her, some deeply hidden and unsuspected reserves of strength. Her body still bucked and heaved under the relentless lash, but now her cries were muted to little more than moaning whimpers. The sensations quickened and grew, gripping her with an intensity of feeling she had never experienced before.
She was fully aroused! There was no mistaking the hot liquid feeling deep in the pit of her belly. No mistaking the urgent throbbing in her nipples and certainly no mistaking the warm open feeling between her thighs.
Crack! Crack!
The belt slashed down again and again her body jerked, but now the movement was slower, more sensuous. She was lifting herself to the lash, offering herself to be thrashed.
Crack! Crack!
She winced as the pain flared through her tortured flesh, but now the pain was overlaid with a rush of pleasure. She moaned out loud and swayed her hips, almost inviting another blow, but Mrs Lloyd was finished. Rebuckling the belt around her waist, she stepped back and surveyed Stephanie's well thrashed backside.
Her own face was hot, her breasts heaving with exertion, but there was a grim smile of satisfaction on her hard face. Stephanie's backside glowed a deep, angry red. Darkening red weals overlapped and criss crossed her pale skin in a pattern of vengeful anger. Her body slumped hot and trembling over the desk, twitching and quivering in response to the pain she was enduring.
"I think she'll remember that for a long time," said Mrs Lloyd triumphantly. "Be sure you leave the place tidy. You have an hour in hand - enjoy it!"
She turned on her heel she strode from the office, slamming the door triumphantly behind her. Stephanie waited, hot and trembling, heart pounding as she lay slumped over the desk. She was alone now with the two men. Two men who had stripped her and looked on while she was savagely and cruelly thrashed.
She had few illusions about what would happen next!
CHAPTER TWO
The office felt hot and airless. Stephanie lay still and sprawled across the desk. Her wrists were free but she lacked the energy to move and she lay with her arms still outstretched.
The only sound was the breath rasping in her throat now that Mrs Lloyd had gone. The noise of heavy breathing behind her made her shudder. There was no escape now and the feeling of menace hung heavy in the air. She knew the two men were close behind her, watching her, biding their time.
"On your feet."
Slowly, gritting her teeth against the sharp stabbing pain lancing through her tortured backside, Stephanie pushed herself up from the desk. Her useless torn panties slithered to the floor and she stepped carefully out of them, wincing again as her skirt slipped back down over her hips.
"Skirt off, and turn around."
She looked straight ahead, fingers fumbling blindly at the zip. The short skirt slithered down her legs and pooled about her feet and she nudged it carefully aside as she turned around. As she turned she caught sight of her reflection in the smoked glass front of a display cabinet. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tousled and wet with the sweat that glistened on her body. Apart from the tattered remnants of her blouse still hanging from her shoulders she was naked.
She felt the eyes of the two men fixed on her nakedness, and resisted the temptation to cover herself with her hands. Her nipples, almost always half erect, were now hard, swollen peaks on the firm rounded curves of her young breasts. The taut skin of her belly fluttered gently with apprehension, drawing attention to the prominent mound at the apex of her thighs.
The neatly trimmed vee of darker hair plastered wetly to her belly failed to conceal the promise of the lips beneath. Her sex peeped almost coyly from between her slender thighs, the lips heavy and moist. Stephanie licked her lips. She'd assumed she would look ravaged and exhausted, but the reflection that stared back at her was wanton and inviting.
There was no need to look at the two men to see what reaction the sight was provoking in them. She avoided looking directly at them but she could hear them breathing heavily. The sound set her nerves on edge as she waited.
"Open your legs."
The order was harsh and flat and brooked no argument. Quickly she spread her legs, feeling her sex opening between her thighs, knowing they would see and blushing with the shame.
"Hands behind your head."
She obeyed again, the action causing her breasts to lift and jut more provocatively. One of the men was at her in an instant, his hand delving insolently between her legs and cupping her parted flesh. His breath was hot on her face as he fingered her roughly, and she forced herself to stand still as he slipped a thick finger easily inside her.
"I was right. She's hot!"
He turned to his companion, his hand held aloft like a trophy, finger glistening with the evidence of her body's arousal.
"Let's get on with it then."
They had reverted to their native Spanish, but Stephanie was fluent enough in the language to understand what they were saying. Even if she hadn't been, their actions were explicit enough. The first man delving down between her thighs again and fingering her freely. His companion was moving eagerly forward, hands reaching for her breasts and she twisted away.
She squirmed away in protest.
"NO! Don't you dare touch me!"
Smack!
She reeled back as one of the men slapped her breast. His palm was calloused and hard and the slap brought tears springing to her eyes.
"First rule, you don't speak unless you're spoken to, OK"
"Yes."
Smack!
"Second rule, you show some respect!"
"Yes."
Smack!
"sir?"" Smack!
"Yes, SIR!"
"I don't think I heard you right."
The man's eyes glinted and Stephanie cringed away. Her mind raced as he raised his hand again.
"Yes, master?"
"Better!"
Stephanie sagged weakly as the threatening hand was lowered.
She was in deep trouble... very deep trouble indeed and she would have to watch her step.
"Are you are virgin?"
Stephanie hesitated but there was no advantage in lying. She was sure they intended to fuck her anyway and they would be angry if they found out she'd lied.
"No, master" He grunted dismissively. "All right, you little slut. Over there. Kneel up on the couch."
The man jerked his thumb towards a low backed leather couch in the middle of the floor and Stephanie scurried over, thankful for the chance to turn her back on the pair of them, even if only for a few moments. She knew what they wanted and knelt quickly, facing the rear of the couch and spreading her thighs as wide as she could before bending over the low back. Her breasts dangled heavily down and she stretched out her arms to grip the sides of the couch, bracing herself for the impending assault.
Her well thrashed backside jutted up and out, cheeks pulled apart to reveal the tight puckered mouth nestling between. Her sex gaped wet and open, the reddened swollen lips framing the tight slit of her vagina like a target. She was hot again, her heart pounding in her chest. She was going to be fucked, twice, Maybe more than twice, and all she could do was crouch meekly and accept it.
Her belly twitched and quivered, the now familiar sensation of arousal boiling up inside her. It was confusing, but she didn't want to think about it right now. Right now, she found, she was grateful! Actually grateful! The feeling made her want to laugh out loud. She was about to be fucked by two strangers, men who had already demonstrated that they cared nothing at all for her feelings and she was grateful that the prospect aroused her!
Ah well, it was batter to be wet and open.
The leather creaked behind her and she sucked in her breath, bracing herself for the first penetration. She was sure that it would be hard, brutal even. The two men were too excited for it to be anything else. Her fingers tightened their grip on the couch and she felt the first probing thrust against her quivering slit.
"Ahhhhh!"
Her back arched as the first man speared her, his cock ramming hard and fast into her. Her body bucked and she felt a brief stab of pain as he filled her and stretched her wide, then he withdrew and thrust again, harder. Her bottom burned as his belly smacked into her, grinding hard against her at each thrust. She shook under the onslaught, her fingers slipping on the leather and her breasts swinging wildly beneath her. She could barely suck in her breath as he pistoned rapidly in and out of her, each hard thrust slamming her into the back of the couch.
It was quick. After only ten rapid strokes he stiffened against her, cock jammed deep inside her and jerking against the tender membranes of her vagina as the hot sperm spurted out. Her sex was stuffed so full of him that the hot fluid filled her and jetted out onto her thighs. She gasped and moaned and ground herself back against him, the renewed stinging in her backside forgotten as she teetered on the brink of release.
But it was too late. Already he was slipping out of her, his cock trailing wetly along her splayed thighs. She peered around desperately, eager now for his companion, thrusting her buttocks higher in lewd invitation. He was already clamouring onto the couch, his heavy cock swaying in front of him like a lance. He grabbed her hips and held her still and thrust hard into her. Stephanie pitched forward, legs kicking wildly as he filled her. The sperm that filled her dripping slit spurted thickly out onto her thighs and she felt herself impaled on a throbbing shaft of flesh that drilled her deeper than she had ever felt before.
The feeling was exquisite, pain and pleasure mingled in a flood of sensation that overwhelmed her senses. She felt her legs kicking out, heard herself crying out loud, but all other feelings were swept aside in a glorious flood of orgasm that gripped her and shook her over and over again. She could feel the cock pistoning in and out of her, each new thrust intensifying the heady feelings of release that gripped her. She could feel her backside slapping loudly against the man impaling her, the slaps sending hot jolts of pain deep into her belly and fuelling her lust.
Her hands rose to her breasts, squeezing so hard at her throbbing nipples that she cried out again. Her whole body was pitched forward, held tight by the hands grasping her hips, those same hips gyrating wildly around the thick thrusting cock inside her.
She felt the man climax, the sudden swelling of his cock and the hot spurting deep inside her, but by then she was drained. Her body hung limp and drenched with sweat. Her limbs shook and trembled and she would have fallen forward to the floor if the man hadn't pulled her back and dumped her inelegantly onto the couch.
"Geez. That was some wild ride!"
"Yeah, she's hot all right, never seen anything like it before."
"Makes a welcome change, eh?"
Both men laughed as if at some secret joke, then Stephanie was dragged to her feet and put to work tidying up the office. They made her use the tattered rags of her blouse to wipe her thighs clean and mop up a few stray smears of sperm from the couch, then one of the men produced a black plastic sack. The blouse was stuffed into the sack, to be joined by her shoes and panties and, despite her longing look, her skirt.
Naked and feeling even more vulnerable than before, she rearranged the desk top into some semblance of order and collected up the buttons that had been ripped loose from her blouse. When she was finished, both men checked everything over then gripped her arms tight.
"Time to go."
Panic gripped her at last, and she began to struggle. "But I'm naked... " she started to protest, but a stinging slap to her breast quietened her and one of the men leered at her.
"You don't need clothes where you're going and there's nobody around here to see, so come along quietly."
Deflated, she allowed herself to be led to the basement parking lot. It was empty except for a battered van with no markings on the sides.
"In the back."
As Stephanie climbed up into the back she could see the sides were padded. Heavy manacles hung down from the roof on short but heavy chains, and she made no resistance as her wrists were secured tightly in place. The roof was low and she was forced to kneel facing forward towards a narrow slitted window into the cab.
"Open your mouth."
A wad of soft fabric was bundled between her lips, stifling her shocked gasp as she realised she was being gagged with her own panties. They were a surprisingly effective gag. When one of her captors reached round to savagely pinch and twist her nipples, her squeals of pain were muffled to no more than low but anguished moans, and he was satisfied.
Behind her, a frame was slotted into place so that to a casual observer through the open doors it appeared the van was loaded with boxes of fruit. The frame made the interior dark and hot. One of the men tested it to make sure it was secure then the doors were slammed shut and moments later both of them climbed into the cab. They peered back at her through the narrow, slitted window and grinned wickedly, then the engine started and the van ground out onto the street.
CHAPTER THREE
In the back of the van, the heat rose rapidly. Stephanie knelt awkwardly with her arms manacled above her head and her feet pressed hard against the false panel behind her as it jolted along.
Every time they turned a corner she was rocked to one side or the other and had to hang on tight to the chains to avoid chafing her wrists. The stinging pain in her backside was slowly creeping back, and she was careful to kneel up as far as she could to avoid resting on her heels and inflaming her bruised flesh even more.
From what she could see through the narrow window into the cab, the streets were still practically empty of both vehicles and people. Not that it would have made any difference at all to her plight if they had been stuck in a traffic jam. The crude gag stuffed into her mouth together with the thick padding on the inner walls of the van meant that she couldn't attract attention by making a noise.
She was hopelessly trapped and still in shock from the events of the morning. The jealousy displayed by Mrs Lloyd she could understand, but not the savage treatment she had suffered and was still suffering at the woman's hands. She still didn't know where she was being taken and that frightened her a lot.
She was a foreigner here, one of the many British girls earning a living on the Spanish Costas without a valid work permit. That wasn't normally a problem. When the authorities seemed likely to take to great an interest she moved on to another job and another apartment. It was a problem now though. A very big problem, for her disappearance would hardly be noticed. As she had never officially existed they wouldn't work too hard at trying to locate her. Apart from anything else, young girls were moving around all the time as they swapped jobs and boyfriends and the whole situation was viewed as one big headache for the authorities.
Mr Lloyd himself would probably be reluctant to pursue the matter. He too was British and the expatriate community were often regarded with a degree of suspicion by the authorities, who assumed they were working in Spain as a way of dodging their fair share of taxes, both locally and back home. Apart from anything else, he would be reluctant to admit he had employed her without registering her with the local tax office. Anyway, he would probably think that she had just moved on.
Panic welled up inside her as she realised that it would be a long time before anyone else raised questions either. Her parents had been divorced for years and she had been passed between them like a ping pong ball until she was old enough to leave home and go her own way. She hadn't seen either one of them since her eighteenth birthday and that was almost three years ago.
For almost two years she hadn't even been back to England, preferring the warmer climate of Spain and the easy tax free earnings that her casual worker status brought. A few acquaintances might miss her, but they would assume she'd got lucky and found the rich lover all of them dreamed about and that some of them occasionally attracted. It was a loose knit group of girls anyway, all of them secretive about their boyfriends for fear of having them lured away.
The fact that she was so alone hit her like a blow and she sagged weakly in her chains, ignoring the cruel pull on her arms. Only when the van stopped with a jerk did she raise her head, peering through the narrow slitted window to see where she was. The van hadn't travelled far. Perhaps this was all a cruel joke that had got badly out of hand.
Her spirits rose as she saw that they were parked just across the road from her apartment block. Maybe the men were only going to take her home with orders to find another job. She fidgeted impatiently as the passenger door opened and one of them climbed out. Her heart pounded. She was still naked. Surely they wouldn't take her from the van stark naked with the evidence of her thrashing blazoned across her backside?
With a sense of shock and disbelief she saw the man turn away and cross the road. He was clutching her purse, and as she watched he glanced quickly but carefully around before darting into the entrance lobby. At once the driver engaged gear and drove off.
The other man was going to clear out her apartment! If anyone did come looking for her all they would find would be an empty flat with a week's rent owing and they would stop looking.
If not for the gag she would have sobbed out loud when the driver set off again. The vindictive Mrs Lloyd had thought of everything and now she was sure that whatever she had suffered so far was only a taster of what still lay ahead. Already the van was heading out of town and climbing towards the old coast road that hugged the cliffs. Each turn of the wheels was taking her further away from the friendly, crowded beaches and the noisy bars that she loved so much.
Here there was hardly any traffic at all, the newly built motorway saw to that. There was only her and the driver and the rugged countryside rolling slowly past. The heat grew, stifling her and drenching her in sweat. Her arms ached abominably and she lost all track of time. All that mattered was to keep kneeling upright, to keep from being tossed from side to side as the van rounded the innumerable tight bends or jolted badly over the potholed surface of the old road.
She no longer knew where she was and she no longer cared. All she wanted was for the van to stop and for her arms to be released so she could lie down and rest. Her mind began to wander back to the events in Mr Lloyd's office and how she had reacted to them. That too was confusing and a little frightening. She knew she should have fought against the two men, screamed out loud over and over when they raped her, even though there was no-one to hear. Instead she had submitted meekly to their demands. She had even had an orgasm!
Now that she had experienced the feeling, she knew that whatever she had experienced in the past had not been an orgasm. The spasms that had gripped her and drained her that morning were very definitely an orgasm. She was very sure of that. The realisation was troubling and confusing. An orgasm should be experienced under the gentle caress of a lover, not the crude and humiliating forced fucking she had suffered.
The whipping too had excited her in some way. She didn't know how because it had stung like hell and was still hurting her even now. Even so, as she thought back and envisaged herself writhing so helplessly over the desk she felt a sharp spasm in her belly. It was all too confusing and for now there was the much more pressing concern about where she was being taken.
She peered ahead through the narrow window and saw that the van had turned off the main road and was grinding its way towards the coast. She could just make out a substantial group of buildings surrounded by high walls set a little way back from the shore. They seemed quiet and deserted, shimmering a little in the heat haze, but as the van drew closer she could see an open gate in the surrounding wall.
Minutes later the van passed through the gate and stopped with a jerk that threw her forward against her chains. The relentless growling rattle of the engine died away and the door slammed as the driver climbed out.
Stephanie peered forward but could see nothing except bare stone wall in front of the van. The door rattled behind her and she shuddered anxiously.
Wherever she was being taken, she had arrived!
CHAPTER FOUR
Cooling air flooded into the interior of the van as the doors were opened and the false panel pulled clear.
Stephanie shivered and felt her heart beating faster as the driver climbed in beside her and unlocked the manacles. Her arms were aching from being chained, but there was no relief from her discomfort, for as soon as her wrists were free her hands were jerked roughly behind her back and a pair of metal cuffs snapped deftly in place.
No attempt was made to remove the panties still wadded between her lips, and as she struggled from the back of the van she gazed about her in despair.
The van was parked in a closed courtyard, the high gates to the outside firmly closed.
The windows in the buildings surrounding the yard were shuttered against the midday sun which glared harshly from the pale stone walls.
There was a half open door not far from the van and the driver set off towards it, indicating that she was to follow him with a brusque jerk of his thumb. He didn't wait, but there was nowhere else to go and Stephanie trailed wearily behind him.
The door gave access to a wide hallway with a marbled floor that was chillingly cold after the scorching heat outside. The entire hallway was cool and shaded and Stephanie felt goosebumps pricking her skin as her nipples hardened against the sudden change in temperature.
"Wait here until I return to collect you."
The driver reinforced his instructions by pushing her against the wall and fumbling for her shackled wrists.
There was a metallic rattle then a click and when she peered anxiously round she discovered that her cuffs had been clipped to a heavy metal ring set into the wall.
Now she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
She watched anxiously as the man disappeared round a corner of the hallway, leaving her all alone and feeling very vulnerable.
The time dragged and it was with a feeling almost akin to relief that she finally heard footsteps padding softly towards her.
From the end of the hallway, a young man was approaching her.
Like the driver who had brought her here he was dressed in shorts and a vest, his tanned muscles rippling as he walked towards her.
Around his waist he wore a plaited leather belt and dangling from the belt was a short, thick whip.
Stephanie choked back a muffled cry of despair, but the man made no attempt to touch her.
Instead, he leaned casually back against the opposite wall a few metres further down from where she was tethered and snapped his fingers.
The sound rang out like a gunshot in the silence, and moments later a young woman hurried into view.
If not for the gag, Stephanie would have gasped out loud, for the girl was as naked as she was herself.
Her body was evenly tanned all over and she was beautiful.
Her bare breasts bounced and swung delightfully as she hurried down the hallway and her firm but still feminine muscles rippled smoothly under her taut, glistening skin.
She ignored Stephanie as she halted in front of the young man and stood with her head bowed while he spoke quietly to her.
Her hands went to the zipper of his shorts, easing it carefully down and reaching inside to extract his already half erect cock, then she raised it to her mouth, leaning forward to lick gently around the still swelling shaft before sucking it slowly between her lips.
Stephanie was fascinated.
Without exception all of her past boyfriends had wanted her to perform this very act but she had never been very willing.
She had tried on a few occasions but she had found the act awkward and not particularly arousing.
Certainly she had never carried the act to its conclusion, being a little repelled by the thought of sticky liquid that should properly be deposited deep in her vagina being expelled instead into her throat.
This was different.
What she was witnessing was a scene of total devotion and submission.
The woman was kneeling passively but her whole body seemed alive with an inner fire as she licked and sucked the now rigid shaft of flesh spearing her mouth.
It seemed to Stephanie that she was hungry for the taste of the man she was pleasuring, eager for him to spurt his juices deep into her.
Her lips and tongue roamed over him constantly, never leaving him, sucking him deep into her mouth over and over again.
It was the most erotic spectacle Stephanie had ever witnessed.
She realised she was holding her breath, willing the woman to drive the man on to the now inevitable climax.
Her heart pounded and heat flared to her face but she couldn't tear her eyes away.
The end came suddenly. The man stiffened against the wall, hips jerking and pumping to drive his cock deeper into the woman's mouth as he climaxed.
She took him easily, swaying back and forth, head dipped forward to keep him clamped firmly between her lips as he filled her mouth with his sperm.
Stephanie could see her throat working in quick convulsive jerks as she swallowed as much of him as she could.
After what seemed like an age he relaxed and slipped free of her lips and she swallowed hard before reaching for him again.
Now it was her tongue only, curling wetly around and around the rapidly shrinking shaft, licking him clean.
Reaching down, he pushed her away and as he replaced his cock and zipped up his shorts she rose to her feet and stood head bowed as before.
Now she could appreciate the extent of this creature's beauty.
Although her head remained bowed she stood with her shoulders thrust back as if to emphasise the proud swell of her breasts.
Her nipples were puckered hard and tight and as Stephanie watched, the young man encircled her with his arms.
His hands moulded around her breasts to cup the firm globes and lift them higher as though holding them up for Stephanie to inspect.
Stephanie licked her lips, afraid to turn her head away from the spectacle and even more afraid that the young man would see the arousing effect it was having on her.
In contrast, the young girl appeared to be more than a little anxious, a faint shudder rippling across the flat plane of her belly as the man lifted his hands to her nipples.
Gently, almost delicately, he gripped each tantalising bud between his fingers and again the girl shuddered.
Stephanie felt herself holding her breath, her eyes fixed on the other girl's breasts.
They were heaving gently as the pressure on her nipples increased and Stephanie felt a tingle in her own breasts as she watched the man's fingers at work.
Slowly but irresistibly, he was working her nipples harder and firmer until they stood out from the girl's breasts like stiff, red knobs.
She was visibly trembling now and Stephanie was sure it was more from fear than desire although she couldn't understand why.
She soon found out.
Without warning, the man tightened his grip.
His fingers pressed together, squeezing the now throbbing teats unbearably hard.
The girl gasped with shock and twisted instinctively in his grasp but she couldn't shake him loose.
If anything, he seemed to grip her harder, drawing another shocked gasp from her lips.
Stephanie winced at the sight of tender flesh being so sorely abused.
The deep red tips of her nipples swelled out from between the vice like grip of his fingers and now he began to pull at her.
Slowly but surely he drew her nipples out from her breasts and at the same time he seemed to grip her even tighter.
Stephanie watched with a kind of awful fascination as she saw the girl's breasts stretched and pulled into sharp cones and still there was no respite from her torment.
Her eyes shone bright with tears and she cried out softly over and over again but still the man applied the relentless pressure.
Stephanie felt certain he would rip the nipples from the girl's breasts, so firm was his grip and yet he was pulling even harder.
The girl was obviously in agony, her body writhing and shaking and silent tears trickling down her cheeks until at last the man relented.
His hands lifted from her breasts and Stephanie gasped out loud when she saw how sore and swollen her nipples were.
They throbbed visibly, darkened to a deep and angry red and when the man reached for her again and flicked at her with his fingers she cried out aloud.
Again his arms encircled her and Stephanie realised the poor girl's ordeal was far from over.
This time he reached for her sex, his fingers delving unceremoniously between her thighs to grasp the soft folds of flesh beneath her belly.
She shuddered again as his fingers found her and closed around her to tease out the hidden inner lips of her sex.
Stephanie was both repelled and fascinated, her gaze fixed now on the young girl's belly as the man teased her open.
Her sex lips slipped easily between his fingers, then, just as he had with her nipples, he gripped her hard.
Another gasp was wrung from the girl's lips as he began to pull steadily and relentlessly, exposing more and more of her sex until she cried out and tried once more to twist free.
He silenced her with a word and gripped harder until her flesh bulged red between his fingers and her face contorted in agony.
The whole of her sex was exposed and Stephanie felt certain her tender flesh would tear but still the man pulled.
Tears streamed steadily down the tormented girl's cheeks and she bit her lip in a futile effort to stifle her whimpers of pain.
Then, at long last, his hands released their cruel grip on her body and she staggered and almost fell as he stepped back.
Her lips sex throbbed red and thick between her thighs and Stephanie guessed that it was only fear of further torment that kept her from reaching down to cradle her sore and swollen flesh.
Her whole body trembled as she struggled to bring herself under control as the man approached her again, his voice so low that Stephanie couldn't catch what he was saying, although there was no mistaking the expression of contempt on his face. No mistaking either the effect his words were having on his wretched victim as the trembling in her limbs increased.
Now he stepped to one side and switched his full attention to Stephanie to make sure she was still watching. Then he snapped his fingers.
The effect on his victim was electric.
She half turned to face back along the corridor, spread her legs wide and bent over.
In the same movement, she stretched down to grasp her ankles so that her legs were held taut.
Her bottom jutted out behind in a tight curve while her firm breasts with their still swollen nipples dangled invitingly beneath her.
Between her thighs the deep red slash of her sex gaped lewdly a faintly discernable twitching of the open lips the only movement as she waited.
With calm unhurried movements the man unhitched the whip from his belt and moved to stand behind her.
She sucked in her breath and quivered at his touch as his fingers caressed her bottom, and Stephanie looked on wide eyed. It was obviously taking every shred of self control the girl possessed to remain so submissive while dreading what was to come.
Stephanie could feel the tension herself and it came as a relief when the man finally stepped back and shook out the whip.
Stephanie watched breathlessly as he drew back his arm then whipped it forward with a speed that took her by surprise.
The whip hissed through the air, a slender black blur of noise that exploded with a shattering smack across the upthrust buttocks of the submissive woman.
Stephanie jumped and she felt her stomach lurch.
To have such a blow fall across flesh that had obviously been punished many times before must be unbearable.
She expected the girl to scream but instead there was only a muffled grunt.
Stephanie stared in disbelief.
There was no disguising the pain flaring through her.
Her buttocks were twitching and squirming madly and her eyes were screwed tight shut but she hadn't cried out.
Another stroke whipped down and another, almost driving her forward onto her knees.
Her buttocks glowed bright red now, her flesh rippling and twitching with a life of its own.
Her face was red too, contorted with the pain that she refused to give way to - perhaps she was forbidden from crying out on pain of further punishment.
Once more Stephanie was fascinated, repelled by the sight of a cruel whipping being so casually delivered but impelled to watch, to see if the woman's spirit would break.
She never found out.
As the fourth stroke smacked home the man barked out a sharp command.
At once the woman sprang to attention, unable to suppress a sharp gasp as the pain gripped her tortured backside.
The whip flicked at her a final time and she was off, hurrying back down the hallway with the man following at a more leisurely pace.
CHAPTER FIVE
After another interminable period of waiting, the driver returned and unshackled Stephanie from the wall. He made no mention of the scene she had witnessed, but merely beckoned her to follow him along the hallway and up a wide marble stairway.
She was very nervous now and, when they finally halted in front of an ornately carved oak door, her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he could hear it. As though as an afterthought he pushed his fingers into her mouth and extracted the tightly wadded ball of her panties, dropping them disdainfully on the floor. Stephanie worked her mouth round and round and licked her lips. Her mouth was very dry and she longed for a cool drink but there seemed little chance of that.
The man leaned close, his voice low but commanding: "You show respect to the lady you are about to meet. The same respect you show me."
"Yes, sir... "
He lifted his hand.
"Yes, master!" she said hurriedly.
He scowled at her then knocked on the door and waited for the invitation to enter. Stephanie wished the invitation would never come, but already he was pushing open the door and ushering her into the room. It was a large room, part office and part sitting room. Thick carpet covered the floor and expensive looking furniture ranged around the walls.
A wide window gave a view out onto a shaded balcony and the countryside beyond, but Stephanie's immediate attention was drawn to the woman lounging against the heavy ornate desk.
She was tall, slim and elegant, her blouse and skirt severely tailored and expensive. Thick black hair cascaded luxuriantly over her shoulders, and the severe cut of her blouse emphasised the proud swell of her breasts. Her skin was flawless, tanned, pale and even, her eyes glinting large and dark as she ran her gaze over Stephanie's battered body.
"So! You are Stephanie?"
"Yes - yes, mistress."
The woman noted the slight hesitation but smiled at Stephanie's hasty correction.
"I see you learn quickly. Or perhaps Rodriguez has already taught you well?"
Stephanie dropped her gaze and blushed. Already she could sense the confidence and power radiating from this woman and guessed it would be very unwise to annoy her.
"Turn around and let me look at you properly."
Slowly, Stephanie turned around where she stood. Already she felt grubby and cheap, and the feeling could only get worse. As her well thrashed backside came into view she heard a sharp intake of breath followed by an amused chuckle.
"Well! Mrs Lloyd is certainly a vindictive bitch!"
Rodriguez joined in the laughter.
"That's what this stupid little cow called her to her face, and that's why her backside is in that state."
The woman chuckled again.
"All for nothing too. And who knows what she might have done if the little slut had actually been fucking her precious husband."
Stephanie blushed as they talked so casually about her. She wanted to round on them, yell out at them that she wasn't the cheap tart they thought she was, but fear held her tongue.
"Now - listen to me!"
Stephanie turned to see the woman pouring herself a drink. She poured one for Rodriguez too, but Stephanie was left standing alone, her thirst just another cruel twist to amuse the people who had her so thoroughly in their clutches. The woman sipped her drink thoughtfully then lounged back against the desk once more.
"My name is Leoni. You may care to remember it, but you will address me only as mistress."
"Yes, mistress." Stephanie nodded vigorously, almost pathetically eager to please.
"This house and all the land as far as you can see belongs to me. It was once a convent where legend has it the most appalling atrocities were carried out in the name of the Spanish Inquisition, which makes its present purpose rather appropriate."
Stephanie shuddered at the mention of atrocities, and the woman smiled wickedly before carrying on with her talk.
"The thing is, we are very secluded and very private here. None of the local people come anywhere near for fear of the old superstitions... Anyway, we do as we wish without fear of interruption or discovery."
Stephanie felt her legs beginning to tremble. She didn't like what she was hearing at all, but the woman was warming enthusiastically to her theme.
"What we do is to offer a special service to the wives of rich men, wives who wake up every day and worry that their husband has found someone younger or prettier or sexier... like you!"
Stephanie forgot herself and opened her mouth to protest, but Leoni waved her to silence.
"Please spare me the protestations of innocence. It is enough that a wife feels threatened, and can pay us." Stephanie felt her spirits plummet. In truth she realised she was already too far into the clutches of these people for them to let her go and send her on her way, but it hit her like a blow to actually hear it spelled out.
"Once here, we make sure that the girls giving cause for concern are put through a regime that ensures they will never pose a threat to any other woman ever again."
Stephanie's eyes widened in fear at what she was about to hear, but Leoni continued unabated.
"For as long as you are here, Stephanie, you will be exercised to make you fit, trained to make you aware and attentive to the desires of men and punished whenever you fall short of the standards we set."
Stephanie gasped out loud, hardly able to believe her ears.
"At the end of your time with us and when you are judged ready, you will be auctioned among a select group of clients who value the talents you will by then be able to display and who will pay very highly for the privilege of owning you."
Stephanie was stunned.
"Oh yes," continued the woman. "We expect to be paid twice!"
"But, but that's, it's obscene to do things like -" Crack!
The fierce blaze of a leather strap smacking down across her bare behind cut her protests short. She wheeled to face Rodriguez, anger still blazing in her eyes, but he held up the strap threateningly. "The next one will be across your tits."
With a huge effort she controlled herself and turned to face the desk once more. Leoni was watching her calmly as though unaware of her outburst.
"I quite agree, Stephanie, but it's very, very profitable and it is such fun."
She smiled wickedly and Stephanie risked another blow from the whip.
"When, when a girl is sold, how long, I mean when is she set free?"
"Set free? Set free?" They both laughed out loud. "Slavery is for life, my girl!"
Stephanie screamed out loud and lunged blindly forward, but Rodriguez was faster. His foot hooked around hers and yanked hard to send her sprawling helplessly to the floor.
Crack! Crack!
Twice in rapid succession the short whip in his hand lashed at her upthrust buttocks and she squealed in pain.
"Get back on your feet and show your mistress a little respect."
Stephanie pushed herself to her knees, a low sob rattling in her throat. She had to get away from here, she had to. Leoni regarded her scornfully. They were all like this, brash little sirens who went to pieces when they found out where their games had led them. She waved disdainfully towards the quietly sobbing girl.
"Take her away, Rodriguez. Do whatever it is you do, but just get her out of my sight."
Stephanie was broken. She offered no resistance as Rodriguez gripped her arm and hauled her to her feet before hustling her back into the hallway. Behind them. Leoni regarded the closed door thoughtfully. The new girl had promise and she was very pretty. She would make a welcome addition and with the right training she would eventually fetch a very high price. She smiled contentedly and poured herself another drink.
CHAPTER SIX
Some four hours later, Leoni stretched lazily in her bed. The air was cooler now after the fierce heat of the afternoon and she felt refreshed after her siesta. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window and if she listened carefully she could hear the murmur of the sea.
Her bedroom was on the first floor of the house, a wide, spacious room, facing out over a sandy bay to catch the cooling sea breezes. She smiled as she looked around her, taking quiet satisfaction in the tasteful elegance of her home. She had worked hard for all of this, but it was work she enjoyed.
Her lip curled into a cruel smile as she thought of the girls held captive in the cellars. Their afternoon would have been hot and uncomfortable. They would have lain sweating and exhausted, chained to the hard beds in the dark cells and waiting for the relentless training to resume in the cool of the evening.
There was the new girl too.
How had Stephanie spent her first afternoon of captivity? Leoni resolved to ask Rodriguez when he woke. He was lying beside her now, naked as she was. He was the only man in the whole house privileged to see her naked and to sleep in her bed. She moaned softly and stretched again as she thought of his hard body on her own. He never fucked her, Leoni reserved that privilege for very special people, but his fingers, his lips and his tongue could work magic on her body.
She could smell herself on him now, the heavy, musky aroma of her sex still lingering on his lips. Her nipples hardened and she felt herself becoming moist between her thighs as she recalled how he had lain there only a few hours ago. His tongue had speared her so deeply it had taken her breath away. His lips had clamped around her, teasing the soft folds of flesh out of the depths of her sex until she had quivered in ecstasy. Orgasm after delicious orgasm had racked her until she had collapsed weakly into a deep, exhausted sleep, Rodriguez alongside her, his strong arms holding her gently.
He was stirring now, shifting onto his back. Leoni sat up and let her eyes rove freely over his firm, muscled body. Her gaze lingered on his cock, limp now but still thick and heavy. She often teased him there, taking pleasure in watching it harden and swell in her fingers. He would never lose control, never forget his place and attempt to fuck her, but afterwards one of the girls would be made to pay for her mischief.
Her fingers drifted slowly over the flat plane of his belly and a wicked smile hovered around her lips. If she aroused him now he would make the new girl pay. That was good. A girl needed to be broken in quickly. Her fingers closed around him and his eyes flicked open, regarding her with amusement.
"Haven't you had enough?"
"You know I haven't."
Her fingers encircled him, stroking softly, and he reached up for her. His fingers found her nipples, tracing lightly around the dark, puckered buds.
"Mmmmmmm... that's good."
Leoni arched her back, thrusting her firm breasts closer to him. Beneath her fingers she could feel his cock stirring and swelling and she smiled again.
"Will the new girl be feeling this today?"
"She already has."
"Ah, of course... and?"
"Very interesting. She didn't make a big fuss the way they usually do. Of course, the Lloyd woman had just finished thrashing the hide off her and I don't think she expected us to do anything else. But all the same... "
His voice tailed away to a low whisper as Leoni tightened her grip on him. He was fully erect now, hard and throbbing in her grip.
"Maybe you had better go and give her a second dose and see if she feels the same way about it now."
"You're a tease. A wicked, calculating tease." He grinned wickedly and rolled easily from the bed as she released him. Leoni lay back and watched him as he reached for his shorts. Her hands rose to cup her breasts and she stretched sensuously.
"Of course, if there isn't any hurry I can find something for you to do here."
He turned to her and dropped his shorts carelessly to the floor. His eyes gleamed at the sight of her wantonly parted thighs and the dark inviting slash of her sex pouting up at him. His tongue darted out, sliding quickly around his lips in anticipation.
"I'm sure she'll keep."
"But I won't!" Leoni arched her back, thrusting herself shamelessly towards him. "I won't keep another minute."
Rodriguez came down on her sex like a starving beggar and for another half hour her gasps and cries of pleasure rang softly through the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stephanie ached all over. The dull throbbing ache dulled her mind and drove away all coherent thought. She had long ceased trying to make sense of everything that had happened to her and settled into a numb progress from one slow minute to the next.
Even as Rodriguez had hustled her out of Leoni's office, she still hadn't fully grasped the enormity of her plight. That understanding had come only when he pushed her back out into the blazing heat of the courtyard and into another blank walled building. A flight of rough stone steps led down to a narrow passageway lined with heavy doors. The doors were open, and as Rodriguez hurried her along she was shocked to see that the rooms beyond were little more than bare cells containing only narrow beds. Some of them were occupied, young girls like herself lying naked and full length on the beds.
Stephanie couldn't be sure but it seemed to her that they were chained to the beds. At the end of the passageway was a room with a table and chairs. A group of young men dressed in shorts and vests were lounging around the room, and they all smirked when Rodriguez dragged her in.
She blushed at the thought of all of them staring so obviously and intently at her nakedness. But with her hands still cuffed behind her there was nothing she could do except brazen it out.
There were two plates of stew on the table and a jug of water and she had almost sobbed with relief when Rodriguez removed her handcuffs and shoved her roughly down on one of the chairs. He had taken one plate of stew for himself and pushed the other towards her.
"Eat."
She knew she should show some resistance, maybe throw the proffered food back at him, but his menacing look stopped her short. She was hungry and very thirsty. Already Rodriguez was tucking into his portion and Stephanie picked up her spoon quickly. Without being told she knew that her own meal would end when he had finished his.
He ate quickly, watching carefully and grinning as she matched him spoonful for spoonful.
"That's good. Do as I say and you'll fit in well here."
Stephanie had doubted that, and as her spoon scraped against the bottom of the now empty plate Rodriguez rose to his feet and beckoned her to follow him. There was another room beyond the dining area, a white tiled washroom with a row of toilet bowls along one wall and a row of shower fittings along the other. There were no screens, no concessions to privacy or modesty, and she looked questionly at Rodriguez, who was leaning casually against the wall.
"You'll regret it later if you don't." She blushed but had no choice other than to use the toilet while he and all the other men had looked on in amusement. The shower was easier, although the water was barely tepid. She scrubbed herself all over with the soap and stood letting the lather wash off her, sighing with relief as the cool water soothed and refreshed her.
There were no towels. Rodriguez handed her a hairbrush and waited while she brushed her hair tidy as she dripped dry, then he beckoned her to follow him again. From the dining area, another flight of stairs led to the upper floor of the building. There was a heavy oak door at the top and the room beyond shocked Stephanie to the very pit of her stomach. It ran almost the full length and all of the width of the building and had narrow windows set high along one wall. There were benches and wooden frames scattered about the floor all of which seemed innocent enough until she realised they were festooned with straps and chains.
Heavy chains with manacles dangled from the roof beams and along the end wall hung a fearsome display of whips and canes. At the opposite end of the room something that looked like a segment of a large, wide wheel intruded into the room, but it was the whips that held her attention.
Rodriguez watched her, seeing the terror lurking in her eyes. This one will train easily, he thought. He clicked his fingers to catch her attention and directed her towards a thick metal bar jutting from the wall.
"Bend over that."
With a last terror stricken glance towards the whips, Stephanie stepped up to the bar and cautiously bent forward. It was set just high enough to make it necessary to rise up onto her toes to bend comfortably, the metal cold and hard against her belly. Her breasts dangled heavily down and she let her arms hang limply to the side.
"Now spread your legs."
It was difficult and she had to rise higher onto her toes to spread her feet as far apart as Rodriguez wanted. The bar dug harder into her belly and she began to feel the discomfort at once.
Rodriguez moved quickly. Kneeling behind her he bound her ankles to heavy metal rings set into the floor then walked slowly over to the end wall. Stephanie watched him, her eyes wide with fear, but he returned only with a pair of handcuffs and a couple of thin leather straps.
"Hands behind your back."
As she offered up her arms, Rodriguez grabbed her roughly and snapped the cuffs in place, pinning her wrists halfway up her back.
"Now for the good part."
He grinned as he knelt in front of her and tossed the straps he was carrying onto the floor. They were long and thin like dog leads with a running loop at one end. Rodriguez passed the loop on one strap around the outstretched fingers of one hand and reached for one of her breasts. His fingers dug into her pliant flesh as he held her still, working the loop up until it was pressed firmly against her chest.
Stephanie whimpered, knowing what he was going to do, but helpless to prevent him pulling the loop tight. The leather squeezed her breast, digging into her tender flesh until she gasped out loud. Rodriguez ignored her gasps and went on to tether the other breast before tossing the loose ends of the straps back between her already tethered feet.
Still kneeling, he tied the ends to her ankles, pulling the straps tight and doubling her further over the bar until every muscle in her body seemed stretched taut. Rodriguez tested the straps around her breasts, pressing hard against her flesh to insert a finger between the leather and her skin. The fit was tight. Tight enough not to slip free but with just enough slack to avoid damage to her tender flesh.
She could already feel her breasts swelling under the constricting bands and she bit her lip as he pulled his finger roughly free. "Now stay like that until I come back for you."
She groaned in reply. There was no way she could move, no way to ease the discomfort. He stood watching her for a few minutes while she tested her bonds, satisfying himself that she was firmly secured, then the door had slammed shut behind him leaving her alone.
And now? Now she was in torment. She had stood tethered and helpless all through a long hot afternoon and her whole body ached. Her breasts had swollen slowly under the confining straps. Her nipples throbbed painfully with each breath she took. Her legs trembled and shook and she felt she would never be able to straighten her back again. She would have even welcomed another thrashing if that meant her discomfort was eased but nobody came.
As the afternoon wore on she began to panic that she had been forgotten or that maybe she was to be left like this until the following day. The thought had haunted her and she had almost cried out loud. It was shameful and humiliating to admit but she knew she would do anything, anything at all however lewd or distasteful if only she could be released.
When the door finally opened, she cried out loud, a low sobbing cry of relief. She couldn't see who had come for her and she didn't know what they would want from her, but she hoped desperately that at least she would be freed.
"Are you pleased to see me again?"
Relief flooded through her. It was Rodriguez. Rodriguez had come back to release her.
"Oh, master, oh yes, oh yes." She knew was grovelling but she didn't care.
Rodriguez smiled grimly.
I think it's time to begin your training."
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Rodriguez approached her, Stephanie could see he was carrying a tray containing another bowl of stew and a glass of water. He placed them on the floor in front of her and squatted down to look up into her face.
"Any trouble from you, young lady, and I'll have you strung up like this all night."
"Yes, yes, master."
Stephanie trembled at the thought and Rodriguez nodded slowly. Carefully he untied her bonds and she sank gratefully to the floor. Her whole body ached, and when she glanced down at herself she almost sobbed aloud at what she saw. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed red raw from the straps and cuffs that had held her in place and her breasts were ringed by two deep, reddened grooves. She was still tender and swollen there, moaning out loud as she reached up to cup her abused flesh.
"Eat now."
She needed no urging and attacked the meal eagerly, spooning the thick stew into her mouth so quickly that it dribbled out onto her chin. Rodriguez watched her until she spooned out the last drop and drained the glass of water then clicked his fingers at her.
"On your feet."
Stiffly, Stephanie struggled to her feet as he closed in on her. She expected him to make a grab for her breasts but was surprised when he merely stood in front of her, looking her up and down. For a few moments she tried to stare defiantly back at him but was forced at last to drop her gaze, her cheeks blushing bright red as he stared insolently at her nakedness.
"Hold out your hands."
With a sinking feeling, Stephanie stretched out her arms and watched as Rodriguez bent to pick up the handcuffs from the floor. Moments later they clicked firmly into place and she was a helpless prisoner once more.
"Over there, between the posts." A line of posts ran down the centre of the room, each post about a metre from its neighbour and standing about one and a half metres high. Stephanie walked across to them and stood uncertainly between two the posts while Rodriguez moved to the end of the room and studied the fearsome display there.
Even with his bulk blocking the view, Stephanie managed to catch a glimpse of his hands wandering over the whips and canes and her stomach lurched. She glanced behind her, panic gripping her as she remembered Rodriguez locking the door behind him. She was trapped. Trapped in a bare room with a man who was preparing to whip her.
And even if the door had not been locked there was nowhere for her to run to.
A low moan of despair came from her lips as Rodriguez turned and grinned at her. He was holding a fistful of straps and a long rope and was very aware of her unease.
"We can do this the hard way or the easy way my girl, and I don't care which way. So are you going to be a good girl?"
Stephanie hesitated. She stared longingly at the locked door, then nodded slowly in defeat. Even without the handicap of shackled wrists there was no way she could fight against this man.
"Good! Now get those legs apart." Grim faced, aware of how she would be exposing herself, Stephanie shuffled her feet apart. "Wider. Wider." Crouching down in front of her, Rodriguez grasped her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart. His breath felt hot against her skin and between her thighs Stephanie could feel her sex gaping open as she spread herself wider and wider until her feet were almost touching the posts on either side. Only then did Rodriguez signal her to stop.
"Now keep still." He remained crouched down in front of her, and Stephanie blushed again at the thought of him staring up at her blatantly open sex. She gazed fixedly in front and gasped in surprise as she felt a strap wound briskly around one ankle. There was a sharp tug as it was pulled tight and knotted and she realised she had been tethered to the post. A few seconds later and her other ankle was similarly fastened, leaving her unable to move.
Rodriguez stared hard at her, enjoying her so obvious embarrassment at being so shamefully spread.
"Nice!" he chuckled. "Very nice. I'll attend to that tight little slit later."
Stephanie shuddered at the thought of later and was almost relieved when he finally stood up and faced her.
"Wrists."
Without waiting, he seized her wrists and knotted the rope firmly around the cuffs binding her. He tossed the free end up over one of the roof beams, and even as Stephanie realised what he was going to do, began hauling strongly down. She struggled instinctively, but he was too strong. Her arms were pulled up above her head and as the pressure persisted she was forced up onto her toes. Rodriguez grunted in satisfaction and tied off the free end around her shackles, leaving her at full stretch and barely able to move. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes lingering on Stephanie's firm upthrust breasts.
"There - a neat little package!"
His gaze dropped to the taut plane of her stomach, the soft bush of blonde hairs covering her prominent mound split now by the inviting red gash of her sex.
"Yes, really very neat."
Stephanie didn't agree. Already she could feel the tension growing in her limbs, and she was painfully aware of how helpless she was. She felt even more helpless when Rodriguez stepped out of sight behind her. She strained around to see what he was doing. It was plain to see in his eyes. He was admiring the way her buttocks had tightened into a smooth curve, imagining how they would jerk and heave under the sting of the lash looped around his wrist. He lifted it up, noting with satisfaction how she paled at the sight of it, imagining her crying out and pleading with him while he whipped her.
The whip was short but quite thick, slender bands of leather braided together and knotted into a handle at one end. Stephanie's eyes widened and her stomach lurched again at the thought of it smacking into her taut flesh.
"Not yet, girl, not just yet."
While Stephanie looked on fearfully, Rodriguez dug into his pocket and produced a small jar.
"Oil. Helps keep the skin soft and supple. After all, we don't want to damage a perfectly good body." He poured a generous quantity onto his hand and grinned at her. "Mind you, it makes the whip sting like hell."
As if to prove the point, he smacked his hand hard down onto her backside. The slap rang out loudly and sent a spray of oily droplets across her skin, which he began to massage into her in slow, steady strokes. Carefully and methodically he worked the oil into her, covering both taut cheeks with a smooth, even coating before delving down into the deep cleft dividing her.
His hand felt like a gross insult as he eased her open, delving deeper and deeper until he pressed up against the tightly puckered mouth of her backside. Stephanie squirmed with shame but at the same time the persistent massage seemed somehow relaxing, stirring up conflicting emotions inside her.
She could feel Rodriguez pressed close up behind her, his breath warm on her back, his hands stroking and teasing her in the intimate way of a lover. Despite her fears she felt her body responding, opening up to him as though he were indeed her lover. A new and deeper shame flooded through her and she forced herself to remember that this man was not about to make love to her. He was preparing her to be whipped and afterwards he would doubtless use her to relieve his own lusts and desires, but he was very definitely not going to make love to her.
All the same, she couldn't prevent her body responding to the persistent stimulation. Her nipples swelled and hardened and she could feel her heart beating faster. Between her thighs she could feel herself peeling open, warm moisture beading the lips of her sex. So aroused was she becoming that she almost moaned aloud when Rodriguez finally stepped back.
"You like this, I think?"
This lewd fondling, he meant.
"N-no... no, I... ahhhhh!"
As Rodriguez reached around and grabbed her breasts, Stephanie struggled frantically against her bonds. "Please don't whip me there."
"This is just to relax you." His voice was soft in her ear, his hands cupping and circling her breasts as he massaged more of the sweet smelling oil into her. Stephanie shuddered, hardly daring to believe his reassurances as he pinched her nipples, covering them liberally with oil and drawing them out from her breasts. "Pretty, very pretty, I'll enjoy playing with these."
Stephanie shuddered again but now the warm feelings of arousal were creeping into her, calming her fears and confusing her all over again. A trickle of oil ran down her stomach and strayed between her legs, sending an altogether different shudder through her belly. She could feel the heat rising inside her. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her body and her legs trembled as much from her emotions as from the tension of being bound and strung up.
Rodriguez slipped a hand across her belly, burrowing down beneath her to find her already wet and open.
"So! I do a good job, yes?"
Stephanie gasped, a spasm rippling through her as he ran his fingers around the swollen lips. Moisture trickled out of her, bathing her swelling flesh and wetting his fingers as he toyed with her. He lingered just outside of her and Stephanie found herself suddenly willing him to penetrate her. She wanted him to ram his fingers into her and bring her the relief her body craved.
Nothing else seemed to matter any more. The whip dangling from his wrist and swinging against her thighs was forgotten. The nagging ache in her arms and legs was a mere distraction. All she wanted, all she needed, was what she craved for - release from the pent up arousal boiling up inside her.
Crack! Crack!
With a speed that took her breath away, Rodriguez stepped back and slashed the whip hard down across her taut buttocks. Her hips jerked forward and her breasts bounced and quivered as the savage heat flared through her. All the sting of the thrashing she had endured earlier in the day was rekindled in an instant, and she gasped out loud.
Rodriguez passed his hand quickly between her thighs and probed at her sex. She was closed up tight, the sudden pain contracting the muscles of her belly. Slowly and deliberately he began stroking the soft flesh. His free hand snaked around her and cupped her breasts, fingering the nipples and squeezing her gently. Slowly she relaxed and began to open up to him once more. His finger slipped inside her and came away moist. She moaned softly and twisted in her bonds, letting the warm feeling of arousal steal over her again.
Whack! Thwack!
Again the savage heat blazed through her and again Stephanie jumped and twisted. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the air was forced from her lungs, and tears pricked her eyes. Again Rodriguez thrust his hand between her legs and again he found her closed up tight. With infinite patience he began stroking her again and Stephanie groaned in despair. She knew now what he wanted. He wanted to see if she could be excited the way she had been that morning. This time it seemed that he managed to penetrate her earlier and easier, his fingers sliding a little deeper inside her. She bit her lip as she felt him stroking the sensitive membranes of her vagina, willing her body not to respond.
It was no use. Almost irresistibly she felt herself opening up, the wetness flowing once more. She moaned softly, knowing what would happen next, her buttocks already clenching in anticipation of the stinging strokes.
Crack! Whack!
Again she jerked forward, breasts bouncing, hips writhing. Again the savage heat flared wickedly through her taut flesh and again she felt Rodriguez pillaging between her thighs. She sobbed in despair and frustration, knowing he would find her closed tight again. Whimpering softly, she swung on the end of the rope as he stroked persistently along the puffy but closed lips of her sex and fondled her bare breasts.
Now she was responding to him again. Short, sharp spasms tingled in her belly as he succeeded in working first one then two fingers into her. Again she had responded quickly and he grunted in satisfaction as she writhed back against him.
"Very good."
Stephanie didn't think so at all. For her, physical arousal now meant two stinging strokes of the whip, but she was powerless to prevent herself responding to the persistent stimulation.
Whack! Whack!
She cried out loud, hips bucking and squirming as Rodriguez slashed the whip hard and fast across her already sore backside. Tears trickled down her cheeks and she felt such despair that it wasn't until Rodriguez thrust his hand between her thighs that she realised she was still open for him. His fingers stabbed deep into her, his body pressed hard up against her as he aroused her further.
"So! You learn quickly."
She moaned out loud. There was a sensation growing in her belly that she recognised from earlier that day. It was the sensation she had experienced when she had bent over the sofa in Mr Lloyds office. It was the sensation that had grown in intensity and swept through her like a raging torrent when Rodriguez and his companion had fucked her so casually.
Confusion flooded her mind. This couldn't be happening to her. She was stripped naked and strung up like a trophy. Her bottom felt whipped raw and a brute of a man was lewdly fondling and fingering her and yet she was aroused. Not only aroused, but well on the way to an orgasm.
She struggled against her bonds, fearful of shaming herself yet knowing even as she struggled that it was in vain.
Crack! Thwack!
The whip smacked down hard again, bringing a new intensity to her struggles, then Rodriguez slipped his hand between her thighs and she was off once more on the seemingly endless cycle of pleasure and pain.
CHAPTER NINE
Still Stephanie hung in her bonds. She was exhausted. Her body was hot and drenched in sweat and her head drooped limply down onto her breasts.
The shadows on the floor had lengthened, but she had no idea how long she had hung spread so lewdly between the whipping posts. She had lost count of the number of times Rodriguez had aroused her. Again and again he had brought her gasping and shuddering to the point of release before the slashing strokes of his whip replaced pleasure with pain and denied her the relief she craved.
Over and over again she had writhed and twisted against her bonds, sobbing and pleading for the torment to cease even for a few minutes. But Rodriguez had just tormented her even more until now she hung, drained and exhausted.
Dimly she became aware that he had finished with her. His hands no longer roamed freely over her body and the whip lay discarded on the floor by her feet. Her backside felt raw and every nerve in her body seemed alive and stretched to breaking point, but the beatings had ceased at last.
She breathed a long sobbing sigh of relief, but now her body quickly fell prey to a multitude of lesser torments. The muscles in her arms and legs ached with a fierce intensity so tightly was her body stretched. Her breasts throbbed and ached with every reviving breath she sucked into her lungs and the sharp stinging in her buttocks seemed to grow worse with each passing minute.
For long minutes Rodriguez left her hanging limply, then he bent and unfastened the straps tethering her ankles. Stephanie hardly dared move as he came around in front of her and reached for the rope securing her wrists. A few deft tugs and the rope came loose, allowing her to lower her arms. Stephanie swayed, almost toppling forward as the bonds that had held her stretched taut for so long fell away, but she was defiant, determined not to show weakness after suffering so much.
She stood swaying and trembling between the posts, waiting for Rodriguez to speak, hoping that now she would be allowed to rest.
"Come with me."
Unsteadily she followed him across to a small table. There were wooden stools grouped around it and she longed to be able to sit down and rest but Rodriguez stopped her short. He pulled two stools clear of the table and placed them about half a metre apart, then motioned her forward.
"Kneel!"
It was awkward with her cuffed wrists. She had to hold onto the edge of the table and climb up, one leg at a time until she was kneeling uncomfortably on both stools. The stools were pulled out a long way clear of the table and she had to lean forward with her hands grasping the edge to keep her balance.
She could guess what was coming next but waited anyway.
"Lean forward over the table."
Again it was awkward, but she slid her wrists carefully across the table top until she was bent right forward, her body parallel to the floor with her weight resting on her forearms. Her breasts hung beneath her and her bottom jutted up and out. With the the stools she was kneeling on placed so far apart, she knew her sex was fully exposed. She could feel herself wide open, nothing hidden from the view of the man behind her.
Her face flushed hot at the thought of how exposed she was, but a pulse of perverse excitement throbbed in her throat. She knew this position. She had assumed it once already today, bent over the back of a leather sofa. Rodriguez was about to fuck her for the second time in one day, and to her great surprise she found herself welcoming the prospect. Denied relief for so long, her body was responding already.
Her nipples hardened and she could feel a faint quivering in her sex. She held her breath as Rodriguez leaned casually against the table alongside her. His hand reached out for her, stroking gently down her back and sliding easily over her still stinging backside. She flinched then, wincing at the renewed stabs of pain as he worked his fingers over and around the dense tracery of welts criss crossing her pale skin. The pain seemed to stimulate her, arousing her more, and she closed her eyes in shame and confusion as she felt herself opening wider as though responding to a lover's caress.
Rodriguez saw it at once and chuckled softly. "You want a man inside you, I think." Stephanie squeezed her eyes shut, blushing hot at his crude comment, but she knew he was right. After so much shame and abuse she wanted to lose herself, if only for a few brief moments, in the glorious feeling of pleasure that had flooded so unexpectedly through her that morning. Almost of their own volition, her hips rose, twitching and quivering in anticipation and Rodriguez laughed out loud.
"I am right, yes? You want my cock inside you?"
Without waiting for a reply, he lifted his hand away from her bottom and Stephanie tensed, expecting to feel him thrusting hard into her.
Smack!
The sudden slap across her sore and stinging flesh drew a startled yelp from her lips.
"Insolent bitch! I asked you a question."
"S-sorry, master, I didn't realise... " Stephanie gasped out her excuses, fearful of another slap as Rodriguez leaned close to her. I-I-yes, master, yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes please, master, I do want your cock inside me."
"Speak up! Are you sure?"
He was teasing her now, rapping the back of his hand against the underside of her breasts so they shook from side to side. Her nipples swelled harder and she bit her lip at the shame of being so easily manipulated.
"Yes, master. Please."
"All right then, if that's what you want."
Stephanie heard the soft sound of a zipper sliding down and she sighed with relief. For a few seconds she had feared that he was making her beg only to deny her, for while he must also be aroused, she knew there were other girls held captive here too. He could probably take his choice of any of them and leave her aroused but frustrated as a further cruel twist to the torments she had already endured.
She held her breath as she sensed him moving behind her, keeping perfectly still as she felt him reach out to grasp her hips. The swollen head of his cock moved tantalisingly over the wet quivering lips of her sex then he speared her. Her breasts shook and the air was driven from her lungs in an explosive gasp as he drove hard into her. Only his grip on her hips prevented her from sliding forward off the stools and as his belly smacked into her reddened backside she gasped and squirmed.
Her movements dragged him deeper, then he withdrew and thrust again, harder and faster. Again she gasped and squirmed then he settled into his pace, stretching and filling her in a relentlessly punishing rhythm. Stephanie didn't care. From the first moment he had impaled her she had felt a surge of pleasure deep in herself. Each time his cock reamed her the surge grew in intensity until her whole body was alive and tingling.
As Rodriguez plunged into her she thrust herself back against him, the hot stinging in her backside forgotten in the heady surge of lust sweeping through her. She could hear him gasping and grunting behind her, feel him swelling harder inside her as his climax approached but she too was ready. As the hot floods of sperm jetted deep into her belly she gave a low shuddering moan and surrendered herself to the tide of passion rising irresistibly inside her.
The walls of her vagina contracted tight and her hips bucked and heaved uncontrollably. Her breasts swung wildly, banging against the edge of the table, but she was beyond caring. Eyes squeezed shut, sweat pouring from her body, her hips gyrating madly around the thick cock impaling her, she shuddered and moaned through a seemingly endless tide of orgasms. Even when Rodriguez slipped out of her, she continued to writhe and moan until the last spasm rippled through her body and left her lying utterly drained.
Rodriguez watched her intently until she was calm and still once more, then he grasped her arm and hauled her to her feet by her hair.
"Come with me now. That's all for today."
In a daze she followed him across the room, but before she was halfway to the door her legs buckled beneath her. She cried out once as she crashed to the floor but even as she made to push herself to her feet a wave of exhaustion swept over her. The rigours and torments of the long day had finally proved too much to take and she rolled over where she lay, fast asleep even as she stopped moving.
Rodriguez glanced dispassionately down at her, then shrugged and turned to leave. Almost as an afterthought he paused and bent over her, unlocking the cuffs on her wrists and refastening them behind her back.
Then he left her on the floor where she lay, closing the door behind him.
CHAPTER TEN
Next morning Stephanie was woken by a shaft of sunlight shining onto her face. She stirred briefly, her mind puzzling over the hardness of her bed, then her eyes snapped open as the memories came flooding back.
The bed seemed hard because she wasn't in a bed at all - she was lying where she had collapsed onto the floor of the punishment room the previous evening.
Groaning softly she pushed herself to her feet, grimacing at the feel of the cuffs securing her wrists behind her back. She ached all over and the room was cool despite the bright sunlight shining in through the narrow windows.
Her gaze swept around the room and she shivered at the sight of the rope still dangling from the roof beams, remembering all too clearly how she had writhed and twisted on the end of it.
She had writhed no differently under the whip than she had under Rodriguez' persistent fondling of her bare breasts and sex and afterwards... she blushed as she remembered how she had bent so willingly across the table, spreading her legs and raising her hips to be fucked like some cheap tart.
Her eyes flicked over the far wall with its fearsome display of whips and canes, and despite the dread they inspired in her she felt drawn to go and take a closer look.
She was leaning forward to inspect a particularly supple and vicious looking horsewhip when the sound of the door opening made her jump.
One of the young guards was standing in the doorway, a mocking smile on his face as he caught sight of her.
"Yes... they hurt... they hurt a lot!"
Stephanie shivered.
She wanted to move, to raise her hands and cover her nakedness, but both the cuffs and something in the young man's confident manner stopped her as he set the tray he was carrying on the table and beckoned her over impatiently.
She had to stand, trembling and blushing with shame, while he fondled her, cupping and squeezing her breasts and insolently fingering her between her thighs.
To her deep shame she felt her body respond almost at once to his touch.
Her nipples swelled hard and hot, while between her thighs she felt the first faint twitch of her sex.
The young man recognised her response immediately and tormented her without mercy. His mouth came down on her nipples, sucking and licking until they swelled even harder and she was unable to suppress a low moan of arousal.
She despised herself, but there was nothing she could do to prevent her body responding to the persistent stimulation.
Suddenly hot and wet, just as she had been with Rodriguez, she found herself surrendering to the young man fondling her so lewdly and casually. His eyes glittered and his mocking smile broadened as she pushed herself shamelessly towards him. His hand burrowed between her thighs and his fingers penetrated her easily.
"So very hot!" He was grinning, licking his lips, but it was an evil grin.
Stephanie moaned aloud, part in shame and part in desire as his fingers slipped deeper. Her eyes closed and her body swayed sensuously as the young man teased her to the brink of orgasm.
Smack!
The sharp slap across her breast took her breath away and she staggered back even as another stinging slap caught her full on the cheek.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
She staggered backwards, reeling and twisting under a welter of stinging slaps that seared her breasts and her cheeks. Tears sprang to her eyes and she lost her footing and toppled painfully to the floor.
"Slut! Did you think I would be so easily won over by a bit of wriggling?"
Stephanie was confused. She didn't know what she thought. Suddenly he was angry with her and yet she'd done nothing except submit to his demands on her body.
"Get up."
Awkwardly, wary of annoying him further, she struggled to her feet.
He watched her dispassionately and indicated the tray of food on the table.
"Eat! Fast!"
He made no effort to free her wrists as she approached the table. She attempted to hook out a stool to sit down but the man pushed it roughly aside and snatched the tray from the table.
"Chairs are for proper people. You eat down here."
He placed the tray on the floor and Stephanie took a deep breath. Obviously he was trying to break her spirit and in truth he was succeeding. Part of her wanted to reject the food altogether, but she hadn't eaten since late the previous afternoon and she was ravenous.
There was nothing for it but to kneel and bend inelegantly over the tray and do the best she could to scoop up the food with her mouth.
"Good! Now you behave like the little bitch you are."
She closed her ears to his taunts, intent only on getting as much food into her stomach as she could before the tray was snatched away. Drinking was particularly difficult and she could only manage to empty half the cup.
"Still thirsty?"
The man squatted down and insolently tipped the remains of the water into the tray.
"Now you can lap like a bitch."
Stephanie hated him more than she had ever hated anyone. But she was thirsty. She slurped noisily at the water slopping around on the tray, her head bent so low that she missed what the guard was up to...
Swish! Thwack!
As she sucked the last of the water into her mouth, an atrocious blaze ripped across her upthrust backside. The sudden, shocking pain drove her forward and thrust her buttocks even higher.
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Thwack!
She attempted desperately to twist aside, but she was hampered by her cuffed wrists and the cruel lash found her again and again with deadly accuracy - her upthrust backside made an easy target and the guard spared her nothing.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Stephanie howled out loud as the lash curled between her thighs. The savage sting of the leather on her still moist flesh was almost unbearable and there was nothing she could do to escape.
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Thwack!
Two more stinging strokes left her hot and breathless, her face buried in the remains of her meagre breakfast. Her hips gyrated uncontrollably as searing pain of the thrashing spread out to encompass the whole of her belly and backside.
Swish! Whack!
A final searing stroke smacked her flat to the floor, her body writhing desperately against the cold stone.
"Get up."
As slowly as she dared to avoid inflaming the atrocious pain that gripped her backside, Stephanie struggled to her feet, and to her great relief she saw the guard replace the whip on its hook.
"You wondered how much it would hurt and now you know."
Stephanie nodded, her vision blurred by tears of self pity.
More than six lashes and all for nothing.
No - not entirely for nothing.
They had been given to teach her a lesson.
She could just as easily been made to suffer a dozen or even more.
Been made to...
She shuddered as the first full realisation of her plight hit home, but already the guard was approaching her again. He unlocked her cuffs and motioned her to pick up the tray.
"I see you are beginning to understand. Now, come with me. Leoni wants to see you."
Stephanie felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of meeting Leoni again but she obediently followed the guard down the stairs. The cells and dining area were deserted and the guard ushered her into the washroom.
"You must be quick. The other girls have been busy for hours."
Once again, Stephanie forced herself to use the toilet while he watched her. It was no less humiliating than the previous day and he laughed out loud at her obvious embarrassment.
"This is nothing, nothing at all, soon you will wonder why you made such a fuss. Now, hurry and shower."
With the water still dripping from her, he beckoned her forward and spun her around.
Her arms were pulled behind her back and she gritted her teeth as she felt a soft leather strap being looped around her wrists. He knotted the strap securely between her wrists, then spun her round to face him once more.
"Come with me and don't give any trouble."
Without waiting for a reply he set off along the passageway and Stephanie trailed obediently behind. She had already seen the wicked looking whip dangling from his belt and she didn't want to give him an excuse to use it on her just yet.
The sun was bright in the courtyard and she had already turned towards the door to the house when she realised the guard was heading in a totally different direction.
He led her through a narrow archway with a barred gate at the end, which opened onto a well tended garden with a pathway leading down to the beach. As he ushered her through he locked it carefully behind them.
Stephanie felt the cool breeze from the sea wafting over her body and she breathed in deeply as they set off down the narrow path. In other circumstances it could have been a pleasant morning, but Stephanie could feel a hard knot of tension gnashing at her belly, for waiting on the beach were Leoni, Rodriguez and one of the other jailers.
All three were astride horses and Stephanie halted beside the animals nervously.
She had never ridden in her life and the thought of the hard leather of a saddle or the firm back of a horse rubbing up between her thighs and across her bare sex was not something she liked to consider.
Deftly, her guard unfastened her wrists, but only to re-tie them in front before walking over to have a word with Leoni.
Stephanie waited, a distinctly uneasy feeling stirring her bowels.
She froze as the jailer nodded to Leoni and walked around to the rear of the waiting horses, returning after a few moments holding a long leather leash.
The other end of the leash was firmly tied around the saddle on Leoni's horse! Stephanie turned to run, but the sand was soft underfoot and she slipped, recovering her balance with difficulty.
Then the jailer had her!
Ignoring her protests he wrapped the leash several times around the straps binding her wrists before knotting it tight. Now Stephanie was tethered like an animal to Leoni's horse, completely at her mercy.
"A little exercise for the horses, Stephanie. And you as well!"
"I... I can't... "
"Yes you can, all the other girls can and you're no different."
Stephanie sagged in despair. Tethered as she was there could be no escape and even if that were somehow possible, she could see Rodriguez and the jailer positioning their own horses to either side of her.
Stephanie shuddered as she caught sight of the long whips they were holding.
Leoni wheeled her horse and spurred it to a brisk canter.
Behind her the tether trailed out, lifting from the sand and becoming taut.
Stephanie felt herself snatched forward, her arms dragged out straight in front, and then she was running across the beach.
The sand was soft, dragging at her feet. She stumbled and fell headlong, the leash dragging her along until Leoni reined in.
Swish! Thwack!
Stephanie cried out as one of the long whips cracked down hard across her unprotected rear, sending a fiery streak blazing through her still tender backside.
Swish! Crack!
Before she had time to recover another blow whipped in from the other side and she cried out again.
"Up!"
The whips cracked again, this time in the sand alongside where she lay as a warning and she staggered to her feet. At once the leash snapped taut as Leoni spurred her horse forward and Stephanie was running again.
Twice more Stephanie slipped and fell, each fall punished instantly with searing lashes from the whips until she regained her feet.
The beach seemed endless, her whole being concentrated on the need to keep her feet and run in the wake of the speeding horse.
To run and not fall was all that mattered.
Her bare breasts bounced wildly with each stride, her backside stung dreadfully and the muscles in her legs protested painfully with each step but there was no respite.
In front and to either side of her the horses ran relentlessly forward, the whips of Rodriguez and the jailer cracking menacingly in the air alongside her.
Her body was hot and dripping with sweat from her exertions, her breath rasping noisily in her throat and she could feel her legs beginning to fail her.
Swish! Whack!
A whip cracked hard across her backside and she jumped, fell, crying out loud as she was dragged once more across the hot stinging sand.
Swish! Whack!
Another blow, stinging her thighs and then mercifully, a halt. The leash trailed limply in front of her as Leoni reined in her horse.
Gasping, Stephanie collapsed and lay stretched out on the sand, her buttocks twitching in fearful anticipation of a thrashing.
"On your knees!"
Wearily Stephanie struggled to obey, kneeling up on the sand to face her tormentors.
She looked and felt dreadful, sand coating her sweating belly and breasts where she had fallen, her backside striped red and raw from the savage thrashing that had accompanied each fall.
"You aren't fit. Not fit at all, Stephanie."
Leoni's voice was both mocking and accusing and Stephanie could only nod her head in agreement.
Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath and her legs felt weak beneath her.
There was no way she could manage another run but Leoni had other ideas.
"On your feet."
She hesitated and was rewarded by another stinging blow, the tip of the lash whipping round her flanks to sting the tender flesh of her belly.
Awkwardly she struggled to her feet and at once Leoni was off.
Sand thrown back from the horse's flying hooves stung her legs as she stumbled into a run, her arms already pulled taut in front.
This time the pace seemed a little slower but it was still punishingly fast and she stumbled and fell twice.
Each time the whips were quick to strike, but she was learning fast, twisting as she fell to avoid the worst of the blows.
Leoni glanced back, smiling as she noticed the ploy. The next time Stephanie stumbled she was dragged through the sand for a much greater distance before the horse was reined in.
Unable to twist away, Stehanies's backside suffered two further stinging cuts and her belly and breasts felt rubbed raw as she hauled herself to her feet.
At once she was off and running again, feet flying over the sand until once again, inevitably, the pace proved too much and she fell headlong.
This time there was no slackening of the pace, only the searing strain on her arms and shoulders and the burning sand rubbing her red raw as she was dragged helplessly to the end of the beach.
"On your knees."
The whips cracked menacingly above her and Stephanie hauled herself upright.
Leoni's lip curled in a mocking smile as she surveyed her victim's exhausted body.
Stephanie was finished, unable to run another stride.
Her breasts heaved and quivered as she gasped for breath.
Sweat streamed from her body, stinging the reddened skin of her belly.
Her thighs trembled and shook, clearly unable to support her.
The bright sunlight blinded her and she could barely summon the strength to raise her head towards her tormentor.
"She needs some work, Rodriguez. A lot of work."
Rodriguez nodded, waiting patiently for Leoni's decision.
"Double whatever exercise routines you have planned and start her on the treadmill first thing this afternoon. And Rodriguez?"
Rodriguez squinted up at her.
"Make sure you give her an incentive to work hard."
Her smile broadened and Rodriguez smiled too, fingering the whip hanging from his belt as he bent to haul Stephanie to her feet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Body drenched with sweat, Stephanie bucked and heaved as Rodriguez flailed away at her unprotected backside.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Thwack!
Her bottom was still sore from the whippings she had received on the beach that morning, but Rodriguez showed her no mercy. He had half dragged, half carried her back to the house and pushed her under a cold shower to both clean and revive her, then he had dragged her back up to the punishment room and strapped her to the one of the whipping benches. She had been granted a few short hours respite to recover a little but then he had returned to her and proceeded to lay into her with a heavy, leather strap.
Swish! Whack!
Swish Thwack!
Again and again, seemingly without pause or respite, the broad leather strap smacked down across her burning flesh until she could hold back no longer and howled aloud. Behind her, Rodriguez lowered the lash and grinned wickedly, his hand reaching out to squeeze Stephanie's flaming flesh and wringing another anguished gasp from her lips.
"So easily broken..You must learn to show more spirit. It is part of the training."
Stephanie moaned softly and squirmed against her bonds as he squeezed harder. She was strapped face down on the whipping bench, wrists and ankles secured tightly to its legs and a broad belt cinched tight about her waist to hold her in position. It was acutely uncomfortable and made even more so by the fact that the bench itself was wider at one end so that while her breasts hung down to each side at the top, her thighs were splayed obscenely wide at the bottom.
To add to her discomfort, Rodriguez had jammed a thick, leather wedge under her belly before tightening down the waist strap, lifting her hips up and making a perfect target of her wide parted behind. She knew that the position revealed every intimate detail of her sex to the man's lustful, gaze but her shame was quickly swept away as he picked up the strap and began lashing mercilessly at her taut flesh again.
She tried to resist, clamping her lips shut against the cries that welled up inside her, but that only presented him with an irresistible challenge. Flailing wickedly down to sear the soft flesh of her inner thighs, the last two strokes broke her spirit. Worse than that was the knowledge of what still lay ahead, for directly in front of her was the dreaded treadmill to which she would soon be tethered.
Soon, but not until Rodriguez had finished flogging her to his satisfaction and probably fucked her too, while she lay bound and helpless. The thought seemed to trigger some perverse reaction deep inside and she blushed hotly as she felt the lips of her sex twitch ever so slightly. She hoped Rodriguez hadn't noticed but his fingers were sensitive as well as strong and he delved quickly down between her splayed thighs, probing insolently between the open lips.
"Ah, what is it excites you, the touch of my hand or the kiss of the whip?"
Stephanie sobbed and squirmed as Rodriguez worked his thick fingers deeper inside her.
"I-I don't know, master," she gasped. And it was true, she could not understand what was happening to her.
"No matter," he said casually. "We shall find out soon enough." He withdrew his fingers, drew back his arm and brought the strap whipping sharply down.
Swish! Whack! Swish! Whack!
Stephanie bucked wildly against her bonds. She had done nothing to deserve such a cruel thrashing, but that didn't seem to matter. All that mattered was the pleasure of the man whipping her so enthusiastically. She slumped forward, breasts heaving and hot tears trickling down her face. The fingers delved between her thighs again and she heard a grunt of appreciation.
"Open wider this time. It must be the whip that excites you."
Stephanie moaned softly. She didn't know what excited her but she knew she was aroused. Rodriguez slipped two fingers into her, stretching her a little wider and she wriggled back against her bonds. She couldn't help it. Her body tingled all over and she felt a deep burning desire for relief. Rodriguez slid his fingers deeper inside and she wriggled again, choking back a gasp as he began to move them slowly in and out of her.
"My cock would be better, I think."
Stephanie moaned softly and bit her lip. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right. Her nipples were hard and swollen, crying out for the touch of his hands, and she could feel her sex dripping wet under the persistent probing. She moaned again, lifting her hips as far as she could, urging him to push deeper into her. He smiled quietly and slipped his fingers a fraction deeper, teasing her briefly before yanking them free. Stephanie yelped at the sudden shock and lay trembling as he wiped himself dry on her still stinging backside.
"That would be too much pleasure for you, I think. For now you are here to work."
Stephanie choked back a sob of disappointment and lay as still as she could while Rodriguez untied her from the bench.
"Up on your feet and stand over here."
Her legs were still shaking as she pushed herself up from the bench, her nipples still hard and swollen in evidence of how much she had been aroused. Rodriguez leered at her and positioned her in front of the treadmill.
"This is our special toy. We can put you to work and then go away and relax for an hour or maybe more whilst you become more fit."
He laughed out loud as Stephanie surveyed the device nervously. She had wondered about this strange contraption the previous day and now she knew what it was she didn't like the thought of it at all. All that could be seen of the treadmill was a narrow wedge protruding from a gap in the wall and disappearing through a gap in the floor. That wedge was edged with narrow wooden platforms set about half a metre apart and obviously running around the whole rim of the wheel. For the moment it was chocked in place with a heavy wedge and Rodriguez helped her climb up onto one of the platforms.
Even wedged in place the platform felt precarious, and Stephanie concentrated hard on not toppling backwards as Rodriguez left hold of her. Now she could also see a heavy metal bar with straps at each end and a heavy chain running from the centre and looped over a pulley set in the roof above and her heart sank as she realised exactly how she was to be tethered to the wheel.
Rodriguez watched closely, enjoying her dismay before snapping his fingers sharply. "You know what to do." Stephanie did know, silently holding out her arms to allow him to tighten the straps about her wrists. "It's a little easier if you hold onto the bar, too."
"Yes, thank you, master."
Stephanie had realised that for herself, but had hesitated to take hold of the bar without permission. It would still be dreadfully uncomfortable for her once the chain was tightened but at least the skin on her wrists would be spared.
Satisfied she was secure, Rodriguez grasped the free end of the chain and began to haul away steadily, pulling Stephanie's arms up above her head. Higher and higher the bar mounted until her arms and body were at full stretch and she feared she would be tugged off the narrow platform. Only then did Rodriguez fasten off the chain to leave her hanging helpless.
She watched carefully as he moved to stand in front of her, inspecting his handiwork before nodding to himself and raising his arm to indicate two dials set high up on the wall. One was very recognisable as a clock but with only one hand, currently resting in the twelve o'clock position, while the other resembled a digital counter with both numerals set at zero.
"Each full revolution of the treadmill advances the counter by one and the clock is set to run for one hour exactly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master."
Stephanie was anxious for the ordeal to begin. The strain was already bringing a nagging ache to her limbs, but the rules were not yet fully explained.
"Your target is sixty full revolutions within the hour."
Stephanie paled, sensing the enormity of effort required to meet such a target.
"Failure will be punished."
That was all. No mention of the form the punishment would take, and Stephanie knew better than to ask as Rodriguez grinned up at her. She fought to control her breathing as she saw him reach out to tug the wedge free while at the same time pressing a switch to activate the clock.
The platform moved beneath her feet, falling away under her weight and leaving her dangling sickeningly for a few seconds until she gathered her wits and scrabbled desperately for the next step. Her feet found it, took her weight briefly before that too fell away leaving her struggling desperately once more. She gripped the bar grimly, only too aware of what would happen if she let go and hauled her body up to the next step, falling at last into a steady rhythm as the wheel gained momentum beneath her feet. It was difficult and the strain on her arms was enormous, but the treadmill was moving and at the sound of a soft click she glanced up to see that the counter now read one.
Relief flooded through her then she remembered the clock and glanced quickly up again, dismayed to see that already more than a minute had passed. She gritted her teeth and redoubled her efforts, pushing hard down on each passing step and ignoring the sharp stab of pain from her well thrashed behind each time she lifted her foot to the next. The rhythm was relentless and already she could feel her breathing becoming ragged as she fought to maintain the momentum.
Behind her she heard a soft chuckle then the door closed behind Rodriguez.
It was the longest hour of her life. After only twenty minutes her breathing was laboured and sweat poured from her body making her feet slip wetly on the now steadily turning wheel and blurring her view of the all important clock and counter. The muscles of her arms and back strained at being so tautly stretched and her thighs ached from the relentless pace she was forced to maintain. Only the certainty of how much more painful it would be simply to hang from the bar, together with the dread of the unknown punishment, kept her going.
Time had lost all meaning. All that mattered was the steady relentless pace of the treadmill...
The alarm took her by surprise, a loud ringing signalling the end of her allotted hour. As the sound died away the treadmill shuddered to a halt as the wedge slid back into place. Stephanie shuddered too, balancing precariously on the now motionless platform. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath and she shivered briefly as the sweat began to dry on her body. Fearfully she looked up at the counter, blinking to clear her eyes and focusing at last on the two figures of five and seven.
She had missed her target by three revolutions!
She felt sick. Sick and very nervous. Desperately she pushed down to try and move the treadmill before someone came for her but it was wedged tight, deliberately designed to display her failure while she hung helplessly. The minutes passed slowly, the room silent but for her still laboured breathing, until at last she heard the door opening. It was Leoni, although Stephanie had expected no-one else, certain that the implacable woman would wish to see for herself the results of the ordeal she had commanded.
Leoni stood directly behind her, taking in the sight of her well thrashed backside and quivering muscles before checking the total on the counter.
"Well, well, well! Fifty seven is a remarkably worthy achievement for a first attempt."
Stephanie held her breath, not daring to hope that she might be spared a punishment for failing to reach sixty.
"However, your target was sixty."
Stephanie opened her mouth, prepared to plead, beg even for some small respite even though she knew it was hopeless.
"Did you wish to say something, Stephanie?"
"No, mistress. I'm sorry for my failure, mistress."
"Yes. You must try harder next time."
Stephanie's spirits plummeted at the thought of such an ordeal becoming a regular feature of her life.
Stepping round into view, Leoni raised the cane she was carrying and looked directly up at Stephanie's anguished face. "The penalty for failure is two strokes for every revolution short of the target while you complete the required number of turns."
Stephanie's head spun. Three more turns of the treadmill and a thrashing with a cane into the bargain. She had no doubt Leoni would lay the stokes on as hard as she could and her backside was still sore from the thrashing Rodriguez had administered just an hour earlier.
"I see you appreciate what I'm telling you."
"Yes, mistress." Stephanie's reply was almost a whisper, her spirit crushed by the sheer enormity of what was to come. Again she considered pleading for mercy, but already Leoni's hand was tugging the wedge free and she could feel the platform shifting under her feet.
Leoni was forgotten as Stephanie struggled to find a rhythm that would ease the dreadful strain on her arms. Cramp racked her thighs at each new step. Each step was an effort, her body convulsed anew by spasms of cramp.
The treadmill turned turned slowly.
Above her she heard the soft click of the counter.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Without warning, Leoni whistled the cane in, laying two rapidly reddening weals across her already sore behind. Stephanie twisted, the pain biting deep into her abused flesh and rekindling all the sting of the earlier thrashing. Her feet skidded on the platform and her arms snapped straight, taking all of her weight for one long, awful moment before she could steady herself and the treadmill turned.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
This time she was ready and braced as the counter clicked round but the cane still stung dreadfully, driving the breath from her lungs and setting her twisting and writhing until she almost toppled backwards once more. Her backside was on fire and stung each time she lifted her legs, but the treadmill was relentless, forcing her to maintain the pace until at last she heard the final click.
Swish! Thwack!
Swish! Crack!
Again she tensed but again she twisted and writhed as the fiery pain bit into her. She lost her footing and cried out aloud as she hung from her wrists. She sensed rather than saw Rodriguez unhooking the chain from the wall, then she was lowered, her feet scrabbling against the floor. Her legs buckled and she sank to her knees, arms dropping under the weight of the bar to which she was still tethered to rest on the floor in front of her. Soft moans and whimpers escaped from her clamped shut lips and tears trickled down her cheeks. Her backside blazed and she longed for the freedom to reach behind and gently cup her well thrashed flesh even at the risk of inviting further punishment.
Rodriguez bent to unfasten her wrists but Leoni waved him back.
"No - fasten up the chain and leave her like that for a little while."
It was the final cruelty but Stephanie was helpless to resist as the chain was tied off to the wall, leaving her crouched on her hands and knees beside the treadmill, bruised, beaten and exhausted.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chained to the wall, her bottom smarting from the caning Leoni had delivered, Stephanie endured another hot and weary afternoon.
She feared she would be tormented again when Rodriguez finally came to release her, but he merely unchained her and beckoned her to follow him downstairs.
Now, for the first time since her arrival, Stephanie was allowed to mingle with the other girls as they all trooped into the showers. There were three of them, all young and attractive and all of them totally naked. Like her, they were weary, but it was not from hard work or regular exercise. Sticky trails of sperm glistened on their thighs and from the satisfied expressions on the faces of the young guards, it was obvious how they had spent the last few hours.
Like her own, the other girl's backsides were well striped from recent and in some cases liberal applications of the whip or cane and she shuddered at the memory of how much she had suffered already. She wanted to talk to them, ask them about this dreadful place, but as soon as she opened her mouth to speak they shook their heads and motioned her to silence. As if to reinforce the point, the guard standing closest to her lashed out at her with a short whip and she cried out, almost slipping on the wet floor as the leather seared a fresh weal into her already raw flesh.
As before, there were no towels, only brushes to tidy their hair while they dripped dry, shivering a little in the chill of the cellars. Then as one, they trooped back into the dining area and took their places at the table. The girls all sat along one side with their guards sitting facing them along the other. Brief introductions were made, then Stephanie was motioned to a chair at on end.
As she sat carefully down, Rodriguez slid into the seat opposite. Flustered and unsure what behaviour might be required of her, Stephanie glanced along the table to watch the other girls, but everything seemed relaxed apart from their silence. One of the girls, a slender though heavy breasted Italian called Maria, was detailed to serve the food, and as plates and glasses were filled the guards joined in noisy and animated conversation.
Without exception, the girls ate in silence except when spoken to by one of the guards, but the young men more than made up for their enforced silence. As a newcomer to the group, Stephanie was the focus of their attention and she had never felt so humiliated or degraded as they compared her to the other girls.
"She's got good tits - nice nipples, too."
"You've fucked her, Juan. What's she like?"
Stephanie recognised Rodriguez' companion from the previous day and she dropped her gaze quickly as he leered in her direction.
"A randy little bitch, I'd say. Got into the swing of things very quickly. Isn't that right, Rodriguez?"
"Yeah. Tight too. Really grips your cock when she comes, know what I mean?"
Several times during the course of the meal she was ordered to stand and display her well thrashed backside to them or to walk around the table so that they could examine her more closely. In this manner she was introduced to all of the young men and she could only gaze longingly at her half eaten meal as one after the other they summoned her round the table stand alongside and submit to being fondled and fingered in a way calculated to humiliate her even further. She knew this was a ploy to break her spirit and impress on her the utter hopelessness of her situation, but in some perverse way she found herself responding to the lewd display being forced upon her.
Her nipples stood hard and erect on her breasts and her belly quivered each time a probing finger pressed between her thighs. Several times she was penetrated and fingered at length, very conscious of all eyes fixed intently on her as she struggled to retain what little dignity and composure she had left.
At last her body betrayed her, and she moaned half in arousal and half in despair as she felt her sex contracting tight around the two fingers that Juan was working deep inside her.
"Careful, girl. Keep feelings like that for later." She blushed hot as he pulled his dripping wet fingers out of her and held them aloft for all to see.
"We'll all enjoy her. She'll let you slide in real easy then suck the spunk right out of your cock, just see if I'm not right."
Everyone laughed out loud and Stephanie blinked back tears of shame. It was bad enough being made to parade naked in front of these men, but to hear herself discussed in such a crude and casual way was almost too much to bear. At the same time, she couldn't ignore the urgent demands of her body and her relief was tinged with more than a little frustration when Rodriguez ordered her abruptly back to her seat.
By now her meal was cold, but she gulped down as much as she could before her plate was removed. The other girls were sitting stiffly to attention and Stephanie shuffled into a similar pose, heart beating as she waited to find out what would happen next.
Rodriguez rapped on the table for attention, and as the girl delegated to clear the table slid back into her seat he glanced quickly down the row of his fellow guards. "Time to vote, gentlemen. Which of these girls will have the honour of providing entertainment for us this evening?"
Stephanie held her breath, heart pounding as every eye on the opposite side of the table swept over her, but it seemed she was to be spared any further humiliation for now.
"I want Lisa."
"Sarah Jayne."
"Yes, Sarah Jayne."
One by one the guards called out the name of the girl they favoured and Stephanie was not mentioned once. She wondered if that had anything to do with her status as a newcomer to the group, then pushed the thought to the back of her mind as the voting ended. The girl called Sarah Jayne had attracted the most support and she rose slowly to her feet.
Tired as she obviously was, Stephanie still thought her beautiful, though her face now bore a look of calm resignation as she walked around the table and stood facing the row of young guards. They were shuffling their chairs into a wide, half circle and Sarah Jayne stood in the centre, body held stiff and proud, wrists crossed behind her back, one leg pushed slightly forward.
When she was in position, the other girls picked up their chairs and carried them round to complete the circle, hemming Sarah Jayne in and effectively creating a small arena for her performance. Rodriguez clicked his fingers and Maria slipped out of her chair and crossed to a large ghetto blaster standing almost incongruously in one corner of the bare room. As her fingers depressed a switch a heavy rock beat filled the room and at once, Sarah Jayne began to move.
After swaying slowly for a few seconds she picked up the tempo of the music and began to move to the rhythm. Her bare breasts swung and bounced delightfully and the lithe muscles under her skin rippled as she danced faster and faster. Rising up onto her toes she spun and whirled exotically around the circle, kicking her legs high as the tempo quickened. She bent and stretched, straying to within inches of the watching men then whirling away again.
Perspiration began to glisten on her body, and now when she cavorted close to her audience she lingered, allowing them to touch her swaying breasts or trail an eager hand up the length of her flashing thighs. Her expression was no longer resigned but animated as she lost herself in the rhythm of the dance and Stephanie was sure she was becoming aroused. She knew she was aroused herself and wondered if the men could see but they seemed to have eyes only for Sarah Jayne.
"Marco!"
Stephanie jumped as Rodriguez abruptly snapped out the young guard's name. At first she thought something had given Rodriguez cause for annoyance but as she watched she saw Sarah Jayne dancing closer and closer to the young man. He smiled and licked his lips in anticipation and now when he reached out for her Sarah Jayne didn't dart teasingly away. She leaned forward into him, her breasts swaying mere inches in front of his face. The guards sitting on either side of Marco edged their chairs to one side until there was only him and the beautiful young girl cavorting in front of him.
Stephanie could feel the tension building and watched open mouthed as Marco rose slowly to his feet. Sarah Jayne moved with him, her body squirming close up against his but not quite touching. Stephanie shuddered as a sharp spasm rippled through her belly. She was totally absorbed by the dance, gripped by the powerful eroticism of the naked girl displaying herself without inhibition. She leaned forward in her chair, tongue darting out to moisten her lips as Marco kicked his own chair to one side. The bulge in his shorts was enormous, threatening to break free at any second, but Sarah Jayne seemed oblivious to anything as she wriggled herself right up against him.
Without warning he grabbed her, spinning round behind her and shoving her towards the table. She stumbled and pitched forward, thighs smacking against the table's edge, then Marco was leaning into her, bending her over until her breasts were pressed hard against the unyielding surface. His knees were between hers, spreading her legs wide while he tugged at the zipper of his shorts.
Stephanie gasped, feeling the excitement surging up inside her as she realised what was about to happen. She could see Sarah Jayne stretching her arms out to the side, bracing herself for the imminent thrust of Marco's cock. Her face was turned to one side and Stephanie could just discern the expression on her face. It was an expression of mingled lust and fear. Her mouth was half open, the tip of her tongue protruding between her teeth, but her eyes were wide with fright.
She might have even been trembling, but Marco held her down, one palm pressed firmly into the small of her back as he eased his shorts over his hips. Sarah Jayne whimpered then, lifting herself up onto her toes and stiffening her thighs and Stephanie guessed Marco's cock must already be probing the entrance to her sex. With a brutal thrust of his hips he impaled her, the thrust sending a shudder rippling through her prostrate body and wringing another whimper from her lips.
He withdrew and thrust again, and again she shuddered and whimpered. There was no finesse, no tenderness, just the hard, urgent thrusting of a rampant young stud seeking relief in the hot gaping sex of a young woman. The scene was utterly devoid of passion yet Stephanie found herself even more aroused. One day soon she knew she would be the one bent so submissively across the table, her sex filled with hard thrusting cock while a young man took his pleasure with her.
She wondered if Sarah Jayne's ordeal would end with Marco. Somehow she was sure it wouldn't and when she glanced covertly at the other guards she could see at least two of them easing down the zippers on their shorts. Her fellow captives were staring straight ahead, faces set and impassive. She licked her lips again, imagining what it would feel like to be bent over the table and raped over and over again with everyone watching.
It would be so humiliating and yet so exciting...
She couldn't understand her feelings at all, but suddenly she knew she wanted to be the one stretched over the table. She wanted to be the one waiting so submissively for whoever cared to claim her.
With an arrogant click of his fingers, the guard Stefan who was waiting to take his turn with Sarah Jayne beckoned Lisa forward. The girl shot from her seat at once and dropped to her knees in front of him, fingers fumbling in the open front of his shorts. Gently, she extracted his cock. The thick shaft of flesh was already half erect and in one smooth movement she bent and took it between her lips. He swelled harder, straining her lips wide until she was forced to let him slip free.
Stephanie looked on wide eyed and spellbound. Stefan's cock was like a weapon aimed directly at Lisa's mouth. It hovered in front of her pouting lips, jerking and twitching as it swelled longer and thicker. Lisa licked her lips and darted forward again, kissing and licking her way down the whole, menacing length of him until her face was almost buried in his shorts.
Now Jos� snapped his fingers at Maria and she too darted forward to perform a similar service on him. Over at the table, Marco was thrusting harder, his satisfied grunts mingling with Sarah Jayne's desperate gasps and the repeated fleshy smacking of his hips against her backside. Stephanie could see her body jerking with each thrust, her hands balled into tight fists and her eyes squeezed shut as she endured the degrading ordeal.
With a series of long drawn out grunts, Marco climaxed inside her, his body bearing heavily down on hers as he spent himself deep inside her belly. Sarah Jayne shuddered beneath him then he pulled out of her, the sticky residue of his sperm trailing wetly onto her thighs.
Stefan took his place almost at once and Sarah Jayne shuddered and shook under the renewed assault. Already highly aroused from Lisa's erotic attentions, he climaxed quickly and Jos� pushed his way forward. This time, Sarah Jayne stiffened and cried out aloud as she was penetrated, her cries repeated with each thrust of Jos�'s cock. Stephanie could see her face contorted in a kind of anguish. Her fists balled tighter and her hips squirmed madly in time to her cries. Jos� was crying out too, lewd cries of encouragement that were taken up by the others now crowding around and blocking Stephanie's view. She heard the breathless but exultant gasps as Jos� climaxed and Sarah Jayne's low, shuddering moans in response but that was all.
She discovered she was breathless herself, straining forward in her chair as though eager to participate in whatever was going on. Lisa and Maria were standing motionless, their faces set and impassive but Stephanie felt animated, drawn to the excitement at the table. With a shock she realised Rodriguez was staring at her, a mocking smile on his lips. She coloured at once and dropped her gaze but not before she saw him purse his lips and nod to himself in a knowing way. Over by the table, everything had gone quiet and Stephanie risked another look.
Her view was no longer obscured and she focused at once on the prone figure of Sarah Jayne. Her eyes were still shut and her body heaved as she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. Stephanie dropped her gaze to the girl's spread thighs and almost toppled from her chair in shock. Now she knew why Sarah Jayne had cried out so much. Juan had impaled her not in her sex but in her backside. A thick, white trail of sperm oozed slowly down between her parted cheeks and as if further proof of the violation were needed, the normally tight and puckered mouth of her anus gaped wide and red.
Stephanie felt sick at the thought. It had happened to Sarah Jayne right here and now and no doubt it would happen to her too. She caught sight of Rodriguez staring intently at her again and the sick feeling in her belly was displaced by a rush of excitement. Rodriguez would fuck her like that and after him, the others. Almost unconsciously, she licked her lips and watched dry mouthed as Sarah Jayne eased herself up from the table.
Tears still glistened in her eyes as she turned to face her tormentors and dropped to her knees. One at a time they stood in front of her while she knelt and carefully licked each of them clean. Stephanie was stunned the girl's composure and obedience as she thanked each of them in turn for 'honouring' her before she was allowed to rise to her feet once more.
All the time, Stephanie was aware of Rodriguez watching her and of the knot of tension twisting in her belly. How soon before it was her turn ? Obviously not tonight, for as soon as Sarah Jayne was packed off to the showers, the other girls were chivvied towards the narrow cells.
Rodriguez accompanied Stephanie and she was dismayed to confirm that as she had already seen the previous day, she was to be chained to the narrow bed. The chains weren't particularly confining or restrictive but they heightened the sense of helplessness that seemed to pervade the cellar, and once fastened in position, she was prey to Rodriguez' hands roaming freely over her body. "Did you learn anything today, girl?"
"I think so, master."
Stephanie bit her lip as Rodriguez probed between her thighs.
"Do you think you can perform as Sarah Jayne performed this evening? I think you can and you will. There are ways to make sure of that!"
Her sex twitched again and Stephanie moaned in despair at how readily her body was responding. She squirmed shamelessly under Rodriguez' hands, her eyes wide with fear at his implied threats. Rising abruptly to his feet, Rodriguez left, closing the door behind him and plunging the tiny cell into darkness. Stephanie lay hot and aroused, an all consuming sense of frustration stealing over her. Tomorrow she knew she must face the treadmill again and after that who knew what other torments?
Her mind spun and it was only after a long time that she succeeded in slipping into a deep though troubled sleep. Her dreams were haunted by images of whips and chains and of herself, bound and helpless and surrounded by naked young men, all of them possessed of rigid erections, reaching out for her, penetrating her over and over again while she writhed in lewd abandon.
Again and again she awoke, wide eyed and sweating, so vivid were the images. Each time she woke she could feel herself hot and aroused and it seemed to take forever for sleep to claim her again. All too soon it was morning and she lay, hot and trembling, waiting for Rodriguez to come and release her. She dreaded what still lay ahead of her but in a strange way she was resigned to whatever ordeals she must endure.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Not still worrying about that secretary are you, darling?"
Clare Lloyd stretched lazily in the wide bed and regarded her husband through half closed eyes.
"Not really. It's just that, I don't know, well it's the third time it's happened. Is it something about me, do you think?"
"Or something you've been doing, perhaps?"
James Lloyd flushed at the sly insinuation. "You mean I might have been chasing after them? Of course not! I mean, Stephanie was a very attractive girl, but I wouldn't dream of having an affair with her."
"Why not? You had an affair with me when I was your secretary."
James scowled at having been caught out so easily. He had an eye for a pretty girl, together with the money and good looks to make him attractive to them. OK, so he liked to take advantage of that fact at every opportunity. He had seduced Clare within weeks of hiring her and mere months later he had divorced his wife to marry her. Even now he still thought it was all his own idea. He would have been stunned at the mere suggestion that it had in fact been Clare manipulating her way into his bed and his marriage.
Clare was a good wife. She didn't interfere with his work, she was witty and popular with their friends at the golf club and she was a female tiger between the sheets. Just as well really. Since his marriage to her, James had seen opportunity after opportunity to indulge in extra marital sex disappear along with the girl he had been lusting after.
"My affair with you? That's all in the past! We're a steady married couple now. I don't need to do that sort of thing any more."
"Of course, darling. Only teasing." Clare pouted prettily and stretched again. The thin sheet slipped down her body to reveal the firm, thrusting mounds of her breasts and James swallowed hard at the sight. Clare cupped her hands beneath the firm flesh, lifting herself for him, smiling in quiet satisfaction at the lustful gleam in his eyes. Her legs moved under the sheet, parting suggestively. The tip of her tongue slid slowly and seductively around her slightly parted lips and he moved a little closer to her.
"Didn't you have enough last night?" he asked.
"That was last night. This is now." Her tongue moistened her lips again and James dithered. "I'm late already... "
"You're the boss, aren't you! You can go in any time you like."
His reserve crumbled as his fingers slipped loose the button on his shirt.
"You're right, sweetheart, only a fool would go to work and miss out on a treat like you."
Clare smiled in triumph and lay back with her arms outstretched to receive him.
"That's my man! Now, stop worrying about that girl. She's probably relaxing on some beach with a young stud and not giving you a second thought."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mrs. Lloyd was half right. Stephanie was lying on a beach, but she was far from relaxed. She lay face down in the hot sand, breasts heaving beneath her as she gasped for breath. Her arms and legs ached abominably and her bottom was striped with fresh, stinging welts.
She lay unmoving except for the uncontrollable trembling in her limbs, waiting to hear what torments lay in store for her next. She was well into her second week of captivity and becoming resigned to her fate. She had learned quickly that all that mattered was to follow orders without question or hesitation.
Failure to follow orders met with the instant and unforgiving punishment. Punishment invariably meant four strokes of a short whip delivered hard and fast across a girl's upthrust backside with no regard to how harshly or how recently she had already suffered a thrashing. Stephanie had learned quickly, but her bottom still suffered several times a day.
The regime was hard and disciplined. The girls were roused at first light and put to work cleaning the main house. After that, their own quarters had to be rendered spotless before the welcome respite of breakfast.
Mid morning brought exhausting bouts of physical exercise followed by lunch and a siesta through the long hot afternoons, but before the girls could sleep they were often required to service the young guards. In the evenings, the girls were taken away for special training, each with their own guard in attendance, and though they were forbidden to speak openly to one another, Stephanie could guess what happened to them while they were absent.
She lived in a constant confusion of dread mingled with a perverse excitement at the thought of being summoned from her cell and taken away to be used and abused in the guise of being taught how best to please a man, but the summons hadn't come - Stephanie had escaped any such attentions and that troubled her.
She knew the guards lusted after her, but Rodriguez seemed to have warned them off. She had been fondled and groped over and over again, especially when they came to her cell to chain her to the bed, but not one of them had attempted to fuck her. She knew that wasn't so for the other girls. After the evening meal one of the girls would be chosen to dance for the guards and afterwards she would be fucked, often by all of them, so why not her?
Later in the night she would lie awake listening to the soft moans and gasps as the young guards took their pleasure before retiring for the night. Sometimes the gasps and moans rang out several times a night from the same cell. The sounds had a strange effect on her. Her heart always beat faster and she imagined herself lying chained and helpless while one or other of the young guards fucked her without emotion. She never failed to become aroused at the thought, her nipples swelling and a warm dampness spreading between her thighs. Even after silence had returned she would lie awake, her mind a turmoil of confused emotions.
One day soon it must surely be her turn and perversely that very thought, dreadful though it was, seemed to arouse her all the more. It was as though she had accepted her fate in the same way that she had accepted her permanent nakedness.
The first few days had been humiliating and embarrassing but now she considered it as just one step beyond parading topless on a public beach. True, she had not been forced to endure such constant fondling on the beach, and she had not had to listen to coarse and vulgar comments about herself. Neither had she been bent over and shamefully exposed to endure four stinging strokes of a leather strap across her backside while a group of young men looked on and mocked her.
But she accepted that too. When she stopped to think about it she was appalled at such ready acceptance on her part, but it was better that way. Better to calmly submit to the degradation of having her bare breasts groped and her sex crudely fingered whenever one of the guards came near her than to resist and suffer punishment before being forced to submit. Better by far to obey Rodriguez first time rather than suffer a thrashing and then be made to obey his orders anyway.
Rodriguez ruled her life. He controlled her exclusively. He was the one who stood over her while she worked. He was the one in charge of her exercise regime and it was his hand that wielded the whip when he judged her deserving of punishment.
She dreaded the soft hiss of the whip sliding out of his belt and was convinced that he sometimes invented excuses to beat her. She had also learned to dread the exercises. Only aerobics and gymnastic work-outs, but they seemed designed to push her to the limits of endurance. In particular she dreaded the early morning runs along the beach, tethered like an animal behind the flying hooves of Leoni's horse. It was that exercise which had earned her a punishing week on the treadmill. Even now her bottom still bore the weals inflicted by Leoni's cane for failure to complete the required number of turns.
She never guessed and would never discover that the timer on the treadmill was fixed to ensure a victim could never complete the required number!
The weals of the past few days were now overlaid by others, stinging weals inflicted that very morning when she had stumbled and fallen repeatedly in the vain pursuit of Leoni and her horse. Her belly and breasts too burned hot and raw where she had been dragged without mercy through the hot sand until even Leoni had been forced to accept that she was too exhausted to run another step.
Leoni sat back now, watching her as she was dragged down to the sea and dumped in the shallow water to revive. The salt water stung her weals and she whimpered softly but she was too exhausted to move.
"She's too soft, Rodriguez, much too soft."
Rodriguez shrugged. "She's a city girl. Give her time."
"Surely you're not going soft too, Rodriguez?" Leoni smiled quietly as she regarded the beaten, unmoving girl. "I understand you haven't fucked her since the day you brought her here and that all the other boys have been told to leave her alone too."
"That's true. There's something special about this one."
Leoni raised her eyebrow quizzically and Rodriguez shrugged again.
"All right, not special but different. I think that being thrashed and fucked gives her a thrill. She's not like the others - they fight and in the end they learn to fake what we want to see, but this one enjoys it for real."
Leoni snorted in disbelief. "She doesn't enjoy the exercises."
"No, but the whip and the raping turns her on. It will make her more valuable. I'll prove it to you."
"When? I'm not running a health resort here!" Rodriguez grinned.
"Maybe this very afternoon!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Because she was concentrating on finishing her lunch before the food was cleared away, Stephanie missed the meaning look and the knowing smiles that passed between Rodriguez and the other jailers.
She didn't even notice that Rodriguez himself had slipped out of the room before the meal was finished. All she cared about was the bed waiting for her in her bare cell. Hard and narrow though it was, it represented a welcome break from the arduous training, if only for a few hours. Obediently she lined up with the other girls, but as she made to leave the dining area Jos� shoved out his arm, blocking her way into the passageway beyond.
"You stay here."
Stephanie's heart skipped a beat, but already Jos� was pulling her to one side to allow the girl behind her to pass. Quickly she glanced at the other guards, but their faces were impassive as they followed the girls into the cells to chain them down for the afternoon. The task was accomplished in minutes and when they returned they were grinning broadly as they crowded round her in a loose half circle.
Instinctively Stephanie moved back half a step, but they merely moved closer. She suddenly felt very vulnerable and afraid and she glanced round desperately, wishing Rodriguez was there.
"What's the matter, Stephanie?"
"She's frightened of us - wants Rodriguez to come and take her back to her comfortable little cell."
"But he isn't coming!"
Jos� grabbed for her breast and Stephanie stumbled back another half step. They were crowding her closer, their eyes gleaming with lust. Another hand grabbed for her, closing tight around the firm swell of her breast, and she squeaked in alarm.
"Roddy's little pet!"
"We have you now."
"Right! She won't find us so easy going."
Stephanie twisted desperately away from the hands grabbing for her. They seemed to be everywhere and there was no escaping the clutching fingers. She was grabbed from behind, Juan's hands clamping like a vice around her arms, and then there was no escape. Her breasts were squeezed and fondled roughly and her legs were forced open to allow eager fingers to delve down between her thighs.
She struggled in Juan's grip but he was far too strong for her and the hands roaming so freely and lewdly over her body were too numerous and persistent to shake off. She squealed out loud as her sex was penetrated and a thick finger forced its way up into her, opening her.
"Get her up on the table, let's have a really good look at her."
Stephanie was dragged backwards until she felt the rough edge of the table against her thighs.
"Come on! Get her up there!"
She was hauled up until she was sitting perched on the edge, her legs hauled wide apart to expose her lewdly.
"Put her on her back, that's the best way."
Amid excited shouts and laughter, Stephanie was pulled down onto her back. The wood was hard and uncomfortable, but she hardly noticed. Her cheeks burned hot with shame. Never before had she felt so degraded or humiliated.
Her legs dangled over the edge of the table, still spread shamefully wide. Her arms were hauled up over her head and held tight, stretching her body and forcing her to arch her back. Her whole body was now exposed and helpless and she shut her eyes in shame at how easily she had let this happen to her.
Even worse was to come as she felt her legs gripped and doubled back alongside her body. Her buttocks tightened into a smooth curve and she felt herself opened obscenely wide. Her thighs were pulled still wider apart, opening up the deep cleft of her backside and spreading outer the lips of her sex to reveal the dark inviting depths of her vagina.
She bit her lip and forced herself to lie as still as she could. She could see nothing of the men surrounding her and she was very nervous about what they were going to do next.
"Nice, very nice, feels tight too."
A thick finger ran gently around her open sex before delving a little way inside and Stephanie fought hard to repress a shudder of revulsion.
"Let me feel."
Another finger slipped into her and Stephanie shuddered as it probed deeper.
"Yeah, it's a tight little slit - but not as tight as this!" Stephanie bucked as she felt a sharp stabbing in the cleft of her behind. Her eyes snapped open in alarm and she bucked again as a finger jabbed into her backside.
"Yeah, really tight in there."
The finger worked deeper and Stephanie gasped out loud. Her heart pounded and a sudden panic gripped her. They couldn't possibly fuck her there. Even as the thought came she realised she could do nothing to stop them and with that realisation came a sudden irrational frisson of excitement. It came and went so quickly she hardly recognised it for what it was, but her body had reacted. Her sex twitched and the muscles in her bottom clenched tight around the invading finger.
"I think she might really like it there."
"Sure she will! When's Rodriguez going to open her up?"
"Not soon enough for me."
The finger slid free of her backside and Stephanie shuddered at the conversation going on around her. Jos� leaned close, his face split by a wicked grin. His hand caressed her lewdly spread bottom, finger probing again for the tight, puckered mouth nestling there.
"After Rodriguez opens you up properly I'm going to fuck you there every day for a week."
Stephanie stared up at him wide eyed. After the forceful insertion of his finger into her backside she knew all too well what Jos� was talking about. He wouldn't be the only one either. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure it could be heard all over the room. Her lips moved but no sound came. Jos� grinned at her again and slipped his hand round onto her uptilted belly. His fingers rested over the wide open slash of her sex like a web, tightening slowly until she gasped out loud.
"Until then I'll just have to make do with this."
Stephanie shuddered as she felt first one then two fingers slipped inside her. Jos� grinned wickedly, spreading his fingers inside her, stretching her wider until she wriggled beneath his hand. Her nipples quivered and began to swell and he grinned again at the sight of the reaction he was provoking.
"Come on, guys, some of you play with her tits, I bet she'd enjoy that."
Stephanie's breath hissed between her gritted teeth, but she couldn't control her body's wayward responses. Between her thighs she could feel herself warm and damp. Jos�'s fingers slid easily into the depths of her vagina as he stimulated her relentlessly. Her nipples were already tingling, and as willing hands closed over her breasts she lay back and closed her eyes. It was useless to resist any further. There were four of them surrounding her and only the certainty of a whipping if she didn't submit to their lewd demands.
Her body was almost ready for them anyway. If she gave in and relaxed it would all be over soon. A feeling of calm resignation settled over her and with it came a warm rush of arousal and excitement. What she had listened to in the adjoining cells while she lay awake in the night was about to happen to her. These men wanted her. They would satisfy their lusts on her body and she would take them all.
A kind of wild defiance rose up inside her and she snapped her eyes open. They were all very close, crowding eagerly in on her, their hands squeezing her breasts and stroking her belly and inner thighs. Her hips squirmed and she moaned softly, eyes opening wider as Jos� delved deeper into her.
"Hey, I think she wants to watch."
"Let her. Let her see what's coming."
Coarse laughter rang out and Stephanie felt a hand shoved under the back of her neck, lifting her head clear of the table. Her view was cut off by the swollen mounds of her breasts and the eager fondling hands on her body, but she saw enough to sent a tremor of anticipation rippling through her belly.
Jos� was standing between her widespread thighs, his erect cock jutting straight up over the flattened plane of her belly. He looked enormous, long and thick, the skin already peeled back to expose the sleek throbbing redness of the stubby head. She swallowed hard, trying to imagine how it would feel as he plunged deep into her. She would find out very soon. His hands moulded around her buttocks, gripping her tight, lifting her hips. She was pulled forward, her bottom hanging clear of the table edge. Her sex twitched as she sucked in her breath then Jos� slammed into her.
Stretched wide as she was, he stretched her wider and she squealed out loud as his belly smacked hard against hers. Her breasts shook and her hips rose up to meet him as he filled her and withdrew only to slam hard into her again. It was a fast and brutal fucking, a fucking designed to show her who was in charge. There was no thought given to any pleasure she might experience, only the relentless slapping of his flesh against hers as he reamed her gaping slit. Stephanie gasped out loud and writhed against the hands pressing down on her. She was filled with mingled spasms of emotion as Jos�'s cock stretched her painfully wide then slammed deep into her belly to trigger waves of pure pleasure. Her back arched, thrusting her hips higher and higher. She seemed balanced on the end of the cock slipping rapidly in and out of her, held down only by the hands grasping and fondling her breasts. Jos� gasped and she gasped too, matching him thrust for thrust as a wave of lust overwhelmed her.
She could feel every throbbing inch of him, feel the sudden swelling as his sperm surged up inside his cock to spatter the quivering depths of her sex. Her hips ground against his but he was already spent, his cock slipping free to make way for the next in line.
She moaned out loud, twisting on the table as her hips smacked painfully back down onto the hard wood. Her body quivered, glistening under a sheen of sweat. She had been so near her own climax, and now she desperately wanted another cock thrust into her.
She got her wish almost at once. A heavy thickness nudged at the still convulsing lips of her sex then plunged deep. She squealed again. a high keening cry of pleasure as she felt herself stretched and filled anew. Marco reamed her quickly, intent only on his own pleasure, but Stephanie was already too far gone. After only six strokes she felt the first urgent ripples of release deep inside her, and when he stiffened against her she stiffened too.
Long waves of pleasure pulsed out from her belly. The feeling of release was intensified by the spasmodic jerking and spurting of the shaft plunged so deep inside her. Her cries rang out around the room, prompting loud appreciative laughter from the men still holding her. Beneath their hands her nipples throbbed and ached, swollen so hard that even the merest touch was enough to set her bucking and heaving on the table.
The third guard, Stefan, pushed his way impatiently forward, eager to penetrate her and feel her writhing beneath him. Her sex was so full of sperm that thick streams oozed out of her and dripped to the floor as he plunged into her. An obscene squelching sounded wetly between her thighs as he rode her but Stephanie was beyond humiliation. All that mattered was the glorious rush of orgasm that swept through her again and again.
Her body was hot and slippery with sweat. Her voice was hoarse and rasping as she gasped and moaned and cried out aloud over and over again. Her heart pounded and a red mist clouded her eyes as she writhed shamelessly around the cock impaling her. She knew the guard climaxed, felt him spurting copious jets of sperm deep into her. She knew his place was taken by Juan, that he rode her hard, fingers squeezing her breasts tight as he reamed her.
All this she knew but her feelings were pure unadulterated pleasure, wave after wave rippling through her until at last she fell back exhausted. Thrusting hard, Juan spent himself into her limp, trembling body, her hips bucking weakly in time to the powerful spasms of his cock, her cries muted to soft, shuddering moans.
She lay back still spread wide but uncaring of the spectacle she presented. Her breasts were red and swollen, ringed by darker blotches of red where eager fingers had dug into her. Her belly was slick with the sperm that oozed out of her, the tender flesh beneath reddened and swollen from the relentless smack of hard thrusting hips against her. The lips of her sex gaped wide, still quivering convulsively in the aftershocks of the explosive orgasms that had racked her. Sweat glistened bright on her body and the heady aroma of sex hung heavy about her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open, breasts heaving as she gasped for breath.
Juan reached out and cupped her breast and she shuddered under his touch. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and she gazed up at him through half opened eyes. Jos� ran his hand up her inner thigh, feeling the way her flesh rippled under his touch. Her hips rose briefly then she fell back again.
"She wants more! The bitch wants more!"
Reluctantly they left her lying there, still spread openly across the table. Stephanie heard them going but lacked the energy even to raise her head. Her body ached all over and a dull heaviness was creeping insidiously through her limbs. She wondered briefly what the girls chained in their cells must have thought of her ecstatic cries and moans, then sleep claimed her where she lay. The room fell silent and she lay splayed and unmoving on the table.
In the comfort of her office, Leoni leaned back from the bank of video screens that had faithfully recorded every second of Stephanie's ordeal.
"As you say, Rodriguez, a very interesting reaction." Leoni jabbed her finger at the screens which showed Stephanie sleeping peacefully. "A rare find. We'll make a lot of money from her if we find the right buyer. Proceed with her training. I want her pushed further than you've pushed any girl before, I want you to find her limits!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Wake up!" Someone was shaking her shoulder and prodding her sharply in the ribs. Stephanie stirred and groaned as she felt the dull ache coursing through her body. She was lying on the dining table where the young guards had left her, and her whole body felt stiff and sore. "You're in a real fucking mess."
Rodriguez grimaced at her and Stephanie blushed hot as she felt the cold wetness between her legs and the hardened crust of the dried up trails of sperm streaking her thighs. She heaved herself stiffly into a sitting position, eyes downcast but wary.
"Well? Why are you in a mess like that?"
"I-I-it was Juan and the others... "
Smack! Smack!
She yelped in pain and her breasts shook as Rodriguez dealt her two stinging slaps. She raised her arms instinctively to protect herself then caught sight of his menacing scowl and let them fall limply back by her side. Her breasts stung and she could feel the heat spreading out from the two livid blotches where he had struck her.
"Another rule. Unless you're told otherwise or left tied up and unable to move, you clean yourself up after a fucking."
"Yes, master."
She cringed away and watched anxiously as he fingered the short whip dangling from his belt.
"By rights I should give you a taste of this to make sure you get the message, but I'll be lenient this time."
"Thank you, master."
Stephanie felt relief flooding through her as Rodriguez nodded towards the showers.
"Get cleaned up then."
She scurried into the showers and scrubbed herself until her skin glowed. She spread her legs wide, inserting first the soap then her fingers deep into her sex, washing away the sticky residue of sperm that still dribbled out of her. Her body tingled and her sex twitched and quivered as her fingers rekindled the feelings of lust that had swept over her.
The spray from the shower poured over her, flowing over her breasts and cascading in twin waterfalls from her erect nipples. Her fingers slipped deeper inside her vagina and she moaned softly. A sharp spasm gripped her belly and she shuddered, almost slipping on the wet floor.
Guiltily she peered around and breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief when she saw that Rodriguez wasn't watching from the doorway. She had no doubt he would have enjoyed the sight of her masturbating however unintentionally, but felt equally sure he would use it as an excuse to punish her in some way. Twisting the tap briefly to cold dispelled her arousal as well as taking her breath away and she was just about to twist it back to warm when she heard him calling to her.
"Come out now."
His voice sounded sharp and irritated and she wondered if he had indeed seen her. As slowly as she dared, water dripping from her body onto the floor, she made her way back to the dining area. Rodriguez was leaning against the table, his body obscuring her view of the objects laid out there, but her immediate attention was drawn to the slender leather belt dangling from his hand.
Her heart skipped a beat and she feared he was going to whip her, but instead he beckoned her closer and looped the belt around her waist. The narrow strip of leather cinched tight as he buckled it in place and Stephanie felt her heart skip another beat as she caught her first clear look at the objects lying on the table.
The crop drew her eyes first, a slender leather bound rod with a flared and flattened tip. It was a favourite of Leoni's and she had felt it once or twice already during her morning runs along the beach. The other two objects were less familiar. One was quite clearly a dildo, a smooth cylinder of polished plastic with a rounded tip and a slightly flared and ribbed base. There was a small ring set into the base and a tangle of thin chains attached to the ring which puzzled her.
But it was the neighbouring object that made the breath catch in her throat. Also clearly a dildo, this one was fashioned in the shape of an erect penis and alongside the first it seemed enormous. Rodriguez followed her gaze and smiled, hefting the dildo in his hand and flourishing it in front of her.
"This is me. I had it moulded a while ago. Quite lifelike, don't you think?"
Stephanie could only nod wordlessly. Close up it didn't seem too much longer than the other, but it was certainly thicker around the head. She could vouch for that, having already experienced the real thing stretching her and thrusting deep inside her. Her sex twitched at the thought of accommodating it again. Rodriguez let her stare at it for a few moments then tossed it back onto the table.
"All right, let's have you up there too."
Stephanie hoisted herself apprehensively up onto the table and prepared to lie back, but Rodriguez shook his head.
"No, kneel up on your hands and knees."
Now Stephanie felt very nervous indeed, but she scrambled obediently into position. The wood of the table was hard under her knees and she was very aware of the way her breasts dangled heavy and inviting beneath her. Without waiting to be told she shuffled her knees apart, spreading her thighs wide and fully exposing her sex and backside.
The two dildos were lying just beneath her and she resisted the urge to look down at them. She couldn't see Rodriguez, though she sensed him moving close behind her. His hand brushed quickly across her jutting buttocks and she sucked in her breath, swaying forward on her knees as he jabbed his thumb into the tight puckered opening there.
"Tight. Very tight. I guess you've never had a man there before?"
Stephanie's lips moved wordlessly. For a whole week she had known this moment must come, tormenting herself by imagining how it must be, but now she was struck dumb by the enormity of what was about to happen to her.
"Well?"
Rodriguez was pressing for an answer, the thick length of his thumb working deeper and deeper into her, and at last she found her voice.
"No, master."
His thumb slid out of her with a soft sucking sound and he reached under her for the dildos. Stephanie's eyes widened in horror as his fingers flitted over the replica of his erect penis and he chuckled wickedly.
"Soon, my girl, soon, but not just yet."
His fingers closed round the smaller of the two, but she still shivered with fear as he moved behind her again. He reached under her to fondle her breasts.
"There's an easy way to do this and a hard way. It's better for you if you relax. This is going up your backside whatever you do, so make up your mind now."
Stephanie swallowed hard. His thumb had felt so thick, so intrusive and the dildo was much thicker. It was hard to relax but she knew she must. The cold plastic nudged up against her and she tensed. It nudged again, harder, persistent, and she cried out loud as the tip slid inside her and she felt herself being forced wide.
Smack!
It slipped back out of her and at once her bottom stung to a sharp flick of the crop.
"I told you relax, but it's up to you if you prefer to get hurt."
Rodriguez reached for her breasts again, fondling her until her nipples swelled hard. A warm feeling of arousal began to grow inside her but her belly was still knotted with tension. Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax. The plastic tip nudged at her again and she let out her breath in a long controlled gasp as it slid a little way inside her. The raw stretching sensation came at once, but it was bearable. She closed her eyes, letting herself go as limp as she could while Rodriguez worked the dildo deeper.
It was a weird feeling, a feeling of being stretched wide and slowly stuffed full. Her belly quivered and she became suddenly aware of her sex lips pouting thickly out between her thighs. The mounting pressure in her backside was squeezing her vagina tight. Her belly quivered again and the raw soreness dissolved into a rush of pleasure. She couldn't see, but she felt her sex bulging obscenely, the sensitive inner walls of her vagina pressing close in on themselves and jolting sharp pulses of excitement up into her belly.
Her body was suddenly hot, perspiration beading her face and breasts. Her nipples swelled harder and she arched her back, offering herself to be filled. The dildo slid fully home, the raised ribs around the base stretching her wider and sending a final jolt of pain lancing into her belly then the rush of pleasure swept over her again. She knelt quivering and gasping, accommodating herself to the conflicting emotions raging inside her.
The dildo filled her completely, thick and intrusive, but her belly churned with arousal. The chains dangling from the base of the dildo swung gently against the bulging lips of her sex to send smaller but no less urgent jolts of pleasure rippling through her.
"Stand up, back on the floor."
Legs shaking, Stephanie clamboured to the floor. The movement caused the dildo to shift fractionally inside her and she gasped out loud as the muscular ring in her backside contracted tight around it. The chains dangled down between her legs and Rodriguez bent to gather them up in his hands. One was led up the cleft of her backside and clipped to the back of the belt around her waist. The other two were drawn between her legs and up either side of her belly before being clipped into place at her side.
Rodriguez adjusted the tension until all three were pulled taut. The dildo was now held firmly in position, prevented from either riding up inside her or slipping free. The chains between her legs cinched tight into her puffed up sex lips, pulling them wider as though drawing attention to her semi-aroused state while still leaving her open and free to be penetrated. She felt suddenly wanton and the feeling took her breath away even more than the feel of the dildo moving gently inside her as Rodriguez instructed her to walk up and down.
Without looking down she knew she was opening wider with each step she took, her soft inviting flesh swelling red and damp between her thighs. Rodriguez let his gaze linger insolently on her there and she dropped her own gaze in a sudden flush of shame at how brazenly she was parading for him. This wasn't a show for her personal pleasure. This was but another step on the degrading and shameful road to her utter subjugation and the gleam in his eyes told her he wasn't finished with her yet.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Over here. Kneel down."
Dry mouthed, Stephanie walked back to Rodriguez. He was leaning casually against the table, and as she approached she saw him reaching back for the crop. She was certain she hadn't done anything to merit a thrashing, not that Rodriguez needed a reason, and her eyes remained fixed on the whip as she knelt submissively in front of him.
Kneeling down tightened the chains between her legs and bedded the dildo a little deeper, drawing a low gasp from her lips. Then she was down, eyes downcast, waiting.
Rodriguez slid the zipper of his shorts open and dragged his cock into view. The crop dangled from his hand, the flattened tip brushing Stephanie's breast, and she found her attention constantly darting from his cock to the whip and back again.
"Did any your boyfriends ask you to suck their cocks?"
"Yes, master."
Stephanie swallowed hard. So this was what he wanted. Her stomach lurched at the thought.
"Did you do it for them?"
"I-" She blushed. The idea had always repulsed her deeply, for some reason which she could not explain. "No, master."
"What? Never?" He sounded surprised and she hung her head, waiting for the inevitable questions.
"No, master."
"Did you never try?"
Bad memories gripped her. "Once," she admitted, "Once or twice, but... "
It did not bear thinking about. Her voice trailed away helplessly and she became aware of the sound of her heart beating so hard she was sure he could hear it.
"You did try but you didn't enjoy it - is that it?"
What an understatement! "Yes, master," she said. She was appalled, for it would be much worse now now that he knew. He would certainly make sure she got plenty of practice now.
"Nobody says you have to enjoy what you do." He laughed out loud, as if to confirm her fears. "All the more fun in training you... Let us begin!"
Stephanie glanced up at him, her face creased into an inquiring frown.
"Kiss it! Lick it! Take it in your mouth and suck it! Let me see how much training you need."
Stephanie felt her stomach lurch again, but there was no avoiding the issue. Her mouth felt suddenly very dry and she had to moisten her lips with her tongue before she felt ready to bend forward. It couldn't be so difficult. She'd seen the other girls do it without hesitation. Her tongue darted out to lick tentatively at the limp cock, and she was rewarded immediately when it gave a little twitch.
She licked again, harder this time, and felt a pulse beginning to beat inside the soft shaft. It jerked twice and began to swell.
"Closer!" His voice showed eagerness. He was enjoying this already.
She forced herself to bend forward, twisting her head and brushing her lips along the now rapidly swelling length of him. Her tongue darted out again, licking under and around the stiffening shaft. Each touch of her lips and tongue seemed to arouse him more and she made herself do it slowly, seeking out the places where he seemed most sensitive and lingering there. Soon she would have to take him fully between her lips. Her stomach knotted into a tight ball of tension. Already he was almost fully erect, straining hugely up and out, his shaft glistening where her tongue had trailed along and around his throbbing flesh.
She could smell the maleness of him now, and taste the first sharp tang of wetness oozing from the narrow slit at the tip of his cock. Her tongue began another caressing journey down to his groin.
He purred with delight. "Now, let me see how well you can suck it."
Her heart skipped a beat as she leaned back, his cock swaying red and throbbing in front of her face. The tip of the crop slid menacingly along the swell of her breast and she took a deep breath to steady herself. Her tongue slid seductively around her lips and she opened her mouth wide as she leaned forward into him. She wanted to close her eyes but his cock was swaying gently and she needed to see him. Her lips slid easily over the tip, straining wider to take in the whole of the swollen head, then he was inside her mouth.
The taste of him was sharper now, and he felt surprisingly hot. She hesitated and he moved his hips into her, pressing himself deeper. Instinctively she drew back, letting him slip almost free, but then the crop tapped her breast and she leaned forward once more. Her lips felt clamped around him and her jaw was beginning to ache but he wouldn't let her slip him loose from her lips. He reached down to grab her hair, holding her still while he moved his cock gently in and out of her mouth as though he were fucking her.
Stephanie struggled to breathe, stifled by the thickness of him thrusting so far back into her mouth. She could feel herself becoming hot. Sweat beaded her brow as he used her.
At last he slipped free and allowed her to gulp down a few cooling gasps of air before thrusting urgently back into her, and now she knew his climax was close. Clamping her lips more firmly around him she began to move with him, her lips sliding wetly over the taut glistening skin of his cock. Her tongue pressed up against the underside of him and suddenly she felt him swelling harder. Panic gripped her momentarily then his orgasm burst into her mouth and spattered the back of her throat...
She gagged and choked on the hot sticky liquid. Her throat worked convulsively as it slipped down while his jerking cock spurted yet more into her mouth. His cum spurted between her lips and dribbled down onto her chin. She was breathless and gasping and there seemed no end to the hot salty stream. The taste filled her mouth and the strong musky aroma invaded her nostrils, her throat felt raw...
And then, at long last, to her great relief, he pulled out of her mouth. Gasping and retching she pitched forward on hands and knees, alternately swallowing and sucking in great gulps of air.
Rodriguez watched her impassively until she was calmer.
"Get up."
Shakily, Stephanie pushed herself to her feet. She looked and felt a mess. Her mouth was still full of the taste of the sperm she had swallowed and her lips glistened stickily with the excess that had spurted free. A thin, sticky trail meandered down her chin and a large drop had fallen onto her breast.
"Not good," he said. "Not good at all."
She hung her head in despair, then squealed with shock as he lifted the crop and brought the splayed tip down sharply across her nipples. The pain was sharp and she stood trembling as he lifted the crop again, fearing another stinging cut. Instead, he laid the tip of the whip between her breasts and ran it slowly up to her throat. Her head was forced back and Rodriguez stared coldly down into her tear filled eyes.
"Next time when I come you swallow it all!"
"Yes, master." She understood. She understood all too well. Rodriguez nodded and flexed the crop.
"Next time will be better, then. For this one, turn around and bend over."
More tears pricked Stephanie's eyes, but she knew he wouldn't relent. As slowly as she dared she turned around and spread her legs wide, bending forward until she could grasp her ankles. The dildo bedded still deeper into her, causing her to catch her breath. Her breasts hung heavy and inviting beneath her and she bit her lip. Surely he wasn't going to whip her with the dildo still in place?
He was!
She stifled her howls, but her hips writhed and her breasts shook wildly as the whip rose and fell remorselessly.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The days that followed were a waking nightmare for Stephanie. As she had rightly surmised, the guards wanted her and they wanted her often. Every day she was fucked by every one of them and every day she had to kneel and suck on their throbbing erect cocks.
Between times she was exercised harder than she had ever exercised before. When she wasn't exercising or sucking off or being fucked by one of her guards, she was taken to the punishment room and whipped. Sometimes there was a reason, but often there was just a brusque command followed by a thrashing. A thrashing was always followed by a fucking, but as the thrashing often aroused her, that came as something of a relief.
She had long since ceased to ponder the perverse reactions of her body to such abuse and adversity, thankful only for the fact that it happened and thereby made her torments bearable. Every day, Rodriguez had fitted her with the dildo and she wore it throughout the afternoon and most of the evening. After three days she had graduated to the moulded replica of his cock and had been surprised at how easily she accepted it.
Being fucked with that dildo in place was a new and eye opening experience. Like the normal dildo it squashed her vagina tight in on itself. But as it was thicker, it squashed her tighter, so that even walking about stimulated an almost constant feeling of arousal. Being squashed so tight also meant being stretched all the more when she was fucked and the intermingled surge of pleasure and pain that erupted inside her when she was first penetrated after having it fitted took her breath away and caused her to climax almost immediately.
Observing her reaction, Rodriguez removed the dildo at once and rammed his own cock into her in its place. Stephanie took it all, revelling in the feel of a real cock inside her in place of the cold plastic. He fucked her hard and while she screamed at each thrust, her cries were more pleasure than pain.
From that moment on, she was fucked twice a day by her young guards, each one taking her in both her sex and her backside and quietly marvelling at her ready submission and subsequent shattering orgasms. At least once a day two of them would fuck her together and the feel of two cocks moving inside her drove Stephanie to new heights of abandon. She became adept too at sucking on a cock, succeeding at last in swallowing every drop of sperm that jetted into her mouth and earning the grudging admiration of her captors.
Leoni had ordered them to find her limits, but it seemed that each new limit they set for her stood for mere days before Stephanie broke through to new heights of lust. It no longer seemed strange to her that she reacted so wantonly to everything that happened to her. That was how she was and she quietly accepted the fact. Her nakedness and subjugation were incidental facets of her life, serving only to spur her on to new heights of arousal and release.
On some days, she seemed aroused from the moment she was unchained from her bed in the morning to the moment when she was chained back to it at night. At night she slept, limp and exhausted, drained by the rigours of the day, her body quivering and twitching as she dreamed her lust filled dreams.
Leoni watched her carefully and eliminated names from her list of prospective buyers as the price she felt she could demand for Stephanie crept ever higher.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Weeks blurred into months as Stephanie's training continued, and with little variation in her routine she began to lose track of time.
Another girl, an American named Louise, had joined the small group of captives but that did not mean any relenting in the routine for any of them. Every day started with the drudgery of cleaning the house, followed by rigorous exercises for the remainder of the morning.
On those days when Leoni wished to exercise her horses the girls were subjected to the gruelling runs along the beach. They were forced to run until they collapsed from exhaustion and whipped back to their feet whenever they stumbled and fell. Their ordeal ended only Leoni judged they could take no more.
On other days, the girls exercised in the gym or in the open air under the unrelenting supervision of their young guards. The exercises were rigorous and demanding, but after only a few weeks Stephanie could see and feel the changes in herself. She could run faster and work harder without tiring. Her whole body was leaner and more supple. The muscles in her arms and legs were honed taut and sculpted into gentle, feminine curves. Her belly was toned flat and firm and her breasts were firmer from repeated lifting of heavy weights in the gym.
Afternoons brought the brief respite of a few hours siesta, though that was often interrupted by the demands of the young guards. On some evenings, the girls all practised their dance skills. They studied videos of all manner of dances from disco to slow and sensual striptease before copying the movements themselves over and over again. Stephanie derived a certain enjoyment from dance lessons and her favourite, much to her surprise, was the striptease.
At first she thought this was because the dance allowed her the modesty of some clothing, but she soon realised that the slow and sensuous stripping away of even the briefest garment to reveal her nakedness beneath was arousing deeper feelings of excitement inside her.
Shocked and confused at first, she had wondered if it was the dance or her own inclinations that made her feel so aroused. She secretly watched her fellow captives, but failed to see any similar reactions in either their faces or their movements. She was forced to accept that it was a reaction peculiar to her and tried to hide it from the watchful eyes of her captors. She was wasting her time, because Rodriguez already knew. He knew too that after the dance lessons, when she was taken away by one of the young guards to be routinely fucked, she would become aroused, not because she had been trained to be, but because her body was responding to a perverse lust buried deep within her.
Unlike the other girls she wouldn't protest or resist. She might display a token resistance but the demands of her body would quickly sweep all her inhibitions aside and she would become wild and wanton, glorying in the orgasms that would rage through her again and again before leaving her limp and exhausted yet craving for more.
After all that there was the welcome break of the evening meal after which one of the girls would be selected to provide entertainment for her guards. Stephanie was chosen often now. She was a favourite among them all and wagers were laid on how many orgasms she could be made to endure before she collapsed and had to be dragged to the showers.
Throughout the day punishments were summarily awarded and delivered and no girl made it to the evening meal without feeling the sting of a strap or a whip at least a dozen times. Even these punishments seemed to spur Stephanie's inner lusts and, unfair though it was, her guards were often inspired to punish her for no reason other than to watch her become aroused. On such occasions, she would then be further tormented to the brink of orgasm before being left, hot and panting and frustrated, while they took their own pleasure with one of the other girls, often forcing her to watch and so add to her feelings of desperate frustration.
In this way, Stephanie came to realise that her body was not hers to control. The giving or withholding of pleasure was the privilege of others. It was the final lesson she had to learn and hard though it was, she came to accept it and treasured the pleasure of her orgasms all the more.
Louise, in contrast, had been slow to accept the inevitability of her fate and she had suffered greatly at the hands of her captors. Stephanie had watched her progress half in pity and half in a strange kind of contempt until at last the frequent beatings and persistent attentions of the guards had subdued her. Now she too took her turn at the table to provide the evening entertainment with scarcely a murmur of complaint or protest.
Finally, the girls were chained to their beds for the night. Even that final act failed to bring a full respite from the sufferings of the exhausted captives, for their slumber was often interrupted by the lustful and demanding guards before dawn brought a resumption of the unrelenting routine.
One day however, there was a change. For several days, Sarah Jayne had been summoned to Leoni's office at regular intervals, often returning to her cell late in the evening. The other girls had already guessed what was happening, but it was Rodriguez who confirmed their suspicions. Later that day, when all the buyers were assembled, Sarah Jayne was to be sold at auction.
CHAPTER TWENTY
There was much work to be done in preparation for the auction, so there was only a short period of exercise with no punishments for slacking. Stephanie knew this was too good to be true and felt anxious about what was to happen later, but the change in routine was welcome, however brief.
The auction itself was to be held in the old barn occupying one side of the courtyard and much of the morning was spent in sweeping and washing the floors and arranging small groups of chairs in front of a stage erected at one end.
Sarah Jayne herself was taken away into the house and took no part in the work. After lunch all the girls were ordered to shower thoroughly before being returned to their cells with orders to wait, and now Stephanie began to feel even more nervous. For an hour everything was quiet then she heard the cell at the end of the passageway being banged shut. Her heart pounded madly and she strained to hear what was going on, but the heavy door to her own cell muffled everything but the loudest noise.
Long minutes dragged by and then she heard the door of the next cell in the row banging shut and her heart pounded again. Obviously all the girls were being taken somewhere, but they were being away taken one at a time. She wondered what was happening between one girl being taken and the guards returning for the next. Whatever it was she would find out soon enough. There was only the cell next to hers and then they would come for her. Her stomach tightened at the thought and she couldn't sit still as she waited, ears straining to hear the guards return.
This time she heard them open the cell door and she strained harder to hear what was going on. It was useless. The thick walls blocked out all sounds. When the door slammed shut she jumped and had to stand still, breathing slowly and deeply to calm her nerves. Whatever was happening she would soon find out. She resumed her nervous pacing, ears straining once more to hear the guards approach.
This time they seemed to be gone an age and it was with real relief that she finally heard the bar scraping away from the outside of the door. It was Rodriguez and he was carrying a leather collar. Curtly he ordered her to stand still with her arms raised while he examined her, checking to make sure her underarms and her legs were perfectly hairless and smooth and that her pubic bush was neatly trimmed.
Satisfied at last he grunted, and Stephanie remained perfectly still as he fitted the collar round her throat. It was wide and thick, forcing her to hold her head high and she could feel a heavy metal ring dangling down behind her. She assumed the ring was to tether her to a wall or maybe a whipping post and her legs trembled a little as Rodriguez ushered her from the cell.
Instead of turning towards the washroom and dining area, Rodriguez led her up the stairs to the courtyard. The afternoon sun was bright, glaring off the whitewashed walls and dazzling her after the gloom of her cell. She could see the windows looking down on the yard only as dark squares, but she was sure she was being watched as she made her way towards the open doorway of the barn.
Inside, after the harsh glare of the sun, it seemed dark and her eyes had barely time to adjust before she stumbled against a low platform.
"Up."
It was no more than half a metre from the floor and she had no difficulty stepping up. Ahead of her stood a thin steel bar clamped to two upright posts set at each end of the small platform. The bar was already set at a height convenient to her waist and she needed no telling what to do. Settling herself against it she spread her legs wide until her feet nudged against the posts. The metal was cold against her skin and she couldn't suppress a small shiver as she heard the young guards moving behind her. Leather straps tightened round her ankles and she heard the click of metal clips securing her to the posts.
She could see two other posts a short space in front of her, longer than the two to which she was tethered and with narrow slots cut into the top. She puzzled over them briefly, then the ring on her collar was gripped and her head was tugged back. From the corner of her eye she saw Rodriguez approaching, a long steel bar gripped in his hand, and she understood the purpose of the ring.
She stood still while the bar was slipped through the ring and offered up her arms to be tied in place without needing to be told. Her arms were tugged back over the bar and stretched taut before her wrists were strapped securely to either end.
Now she also understood the purpose of the two uprights in front of her. Under Rodriguez' orders she bent forward until the bar could be guided into the slots then locking pins were slipped into place and she was held fast. Her body was angled forward at about forty five degrees, allowing her breasts to dangle enticingly beneath her and pulling her backside into a smooth, taut curve.
Her thighs were pulled wide apart, the cheeks of her bottom parted invitingly to reveal the tight, puckered mouth of her backside and the soft, puffy lips of her sex nestling beneath.
The slots in the uprights extended almost to the floor, obliging her to take the weight of the bar on her shoulders. It was heavy, bending her spine into a shallow arc that further tightened her fleshy curves and caused her breasts to sway as she shifted slightly in an effort to ease the discomfort.
Now that her eyes were fully accustomed to the gloom she could see the other girls, all of them tethered like her on their own platforms around the barn. Sarah Jayne was still missing and Stephanie guessed that as the subject of the auction, she must be on display somewhere in the house. A small plaque hung from the left hand upright of each platform and as she looked around, Rodriguez hung a similar plaque on hers. Stephanie wondered what the plaque read, but Rodriguez had carefully hung it so it faced away from her. He ran his eyes quickly over her then nodded slightly and left, closing the door behind him and plunging the room into deeper gloom.
It was quiet, the silence broken only by an occasional low moan as one or other of the captives shifted slightly to ease the discomfort of the bondage. It was hot too, and dark, and Stephanie lost all sense of time as she hung in her bonds. The discomfort in her arms and legs eased slowly to a welcome numbness and she even managed to banish her fears to the back of her mind as she waited passively for whatever happened next.
Without warning, spotlights snapped on illuminating each platform with a bright, searching glare. Stephanie blinked and swallowed hard, straining her head up to see what was happening. The light was bright enough for her to see the whole interior of the barn and she glanced around quickly, taking in every detail. There was the wide and now heavily curtained stage at one end, with a pedestal set to one side. Above the stage was a blank screen, and ranged in front of the stage in a wide arc were the groups of leather chairs and low tables that she and the others had manhandled into place that morning.
A heavy door, still firmly closed, was at the opposite end of the room, and Stephanie and her fellow captives were ranged between the door and the chairs. Stephanie kept one eye on the door, sure that she wouldn't have much longer to wait. She was right. Only minutes after the lights had come on, the door opened and Leoni's clients spilled eagerly into the room. Stephanie counted six of them, all men and all very obviously in a good mood. They clutched glasses of champagne, the cool liquid like a cruel taunt as they spread out to inspect the girls on display.
Two of them strolled casually up to Stephanie's platform, their eyes flicking quickly and professionally over her naked breasts. One of them lifted up the plaque and read aloud for the benefit of the other.
"Name's Stephanie, she's English, intelligent and very submissive, gets aroused easily, especially when she's thrashed and she fucks like a bitch on heat."
Stephanie blushed at the crude description and both men laughed out loud.
"All that and nice tits!" One of the men reached out for her, cupping her dangling breasts and squeezing hard. His fingers rolled her soft teats and at once they began to harden and swell.
"Look at me, Stephanie."
He smiled wickedly as Stephanie strained her head up. His fingers gripped her, teasing her nipples out from her breasts, fondling her relentlessly until she wriggled within the confines of her bonds.
"Like that, do you?"
"Yes, master."
He grinned again and half turned to his companion. "Yes, easily aroused, I'd say. Check it out yourself, why don't you?"
Stephanie stifled a moan of despair as the other man clamboured up onto the platform. She already knew what he would find. She could feel herself already wet and half open, the lips of her sex swollen and jutting lewdly out between her spread thighs. Fingers slipped down the parted cleft of her behind and toyed around the soft folds of flesh before darting quickly into her. She shuddered and choked back a gasp as she felt herself being stretched wider.
"Seems pretty much on heat."
Two fingers worked deeper into her, pushing her forward against the man still fondling her breasts.
"Is she tight?"
Another finger probed, pushing almost brutally into her quivering slit until another shudder racked her and she opened a little wider.
"Yeah, pretty tight. Wet too, the damn juice is practically dripping out of her."
Stephanie blushed again, but the man was right. Her body was responding rapidly and shamelessly to the relentless stimulation, heat and lust building inside her. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her breasts and her hips began to writhe slowly.
She was secured firmly in place but not so tight that she couldn't move at all. As the guest's fingers plundered the depths of her sex her body began to move in the rhythm of intercourse, hips riding the bar across which she was bent as though she was being steadily fucked from behind. She hated herself for succumbing so easily, but the demands of her body wouldn't be denied. The bondage, the lewd exposure, and the relentless stimulation of her most intimate and sensitive flesh all were working at her. Long, slow spasms racked her belly, then all at once her orgasm was upon her, gripping her tight and stiffening her against the hands that held her. For long seconds she lay stiff and still and then the dam burst and she writhed madly against her bonds, panting and gasping helplessly as spasm after spasm racked her in an unstoppable flood.
The straps binding her, the room around her, the two men still lewdly fingering and fondling her, all these things ceased to exist in a heart stopping rush that filled her and shook her and left her drained.
"Lick! Lick them clean!"
Through still glazed eyes Stephanie saw the fingers that had so lewdly penetrated her thrust arrogantly under her nose. They were wet and shining and she could smell the musky scent of herself as she strained forward. Her tongue darted out and she tasted herself heady and sweet as the fingers jabbed between her lips.
"Suck them, bitch, suck them clean."
Stephanie needed no urging. She licked and sucked obediently until the man grunted in satisfaction and pulled his fingers from her mouth. Casually, staring insolently into her eyes, he wiped them dry on the soft upper slopes of her breasts. His companion watched, his expression equally sneering and Stephanie realised she meant nothing to them. She was cheap entertainment, something to keep them amused before the main show of the day. Her spirits plummeted and she despised herself for her submissiveness.
As the men turned away and moved on to the next girl on display, Stephanie choked back a sob of despair. All around the room her fellow captives were being handled and fondled and used. Low gasps and moans interspersed with shouts of cruel laughter and delight rang out around her.
"This card says your name is Stephanie and you fuck like a bitch on heat. Is that right?"
Stephanie choked back a groan of despair and looked up at the next guest who was already reaching out to fondle and inspect her.
"Yes, master."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Over an hour passed before the auction began. A long, weary hour during which the four girls on display were examined and inspected over and over again.
Stephanie felt drained, her arms and legs aching abominably and her whole body racked with cramp. Her breasts dangled heavy and swollen, nipples tender and throbbing. Between her legs her sex gaped wide and wet from almost constant groping and fingering. Every one of the men present had had his turn with her, taking delight in fondling and stimulating her until she had been unable to withstand the demands of her body.
Her orgasms had been intensified by the bondage, her body shuddering and heaving in vain against the straps that held her down, her breath rasping in her throat while sweat poured from her. The men had enjoyed her display, several of them returning to her as though to confirm their first findings. Even though she was teetering on the verge of exhaustion, she had felt herself responding to each renewed approach, the feelings of arousal that swept through her each time she was fondled and penetrated, driving back the urge to give in to the weariness that pervaded her entire body.
She had expected to be fucked and was surprised to discover that the men limited themselves to penetrating her only with their fingers, although that in itself was degrading enough. She realised that Leoni must have set limits, that she was here today for display only, that maybe only later would the men be allowed to take full advantage of her.
She wondered about after the auction, when the men would still be highly excited and most of them would invariably be disappointed but then she saw the other girls. Unlike the captives so helplessly on display around the room, these girls were smartly dressed. They were clustered in a tight group near the door and, like the men, they were drinking champagne as they watched the proceedings.
Stephanie found their presence embarrassing. To be treated as a sexual plaything was bad enough but to have other women, free, unfettered women watching her displayed and used so lewdly was deeply shaming.
From somewhere outside a bell sounded and Leoni strode confidently into the room. At once, the men lost interest in the tethered girls and began to drift towards the chairs ranged in front of the stage. The girls by the door followed, splitting up to join the men, one girl to each man. Stephanie wondered if they were women hired from outside or women the men had brought with them to the auction. Probably the latter, she decided. Leoni would want to keep these activities as discreet as possible and the type of men interested in attending would doubtless need regular sexual servicing. As if to prove her right, she saw the girls sitting very close to the men, in one or two cases actually sitting on their laps. Already some of the men were reaching to fondle breasts or slide a hand under the hems of skirts while they waited for Leoni to take her place at the lectern.
Leoni glanced around, making sure that everyone was comfortable and well supplied with champagne before beaming a smile of welcome.
"Gentlemen, you have all received copies of the promotional video and taken advantage of the opportunity to sample what we have on offer today, but before I begin the proceedings let me give you a little reminder."
The room darkened and the screen above the stage flickered into life. Despite her weariness, Stephanie strained her head round to watch. The words 'Sarah Jayne' appeared in gold letters on a deep red background, fading after a few moments into a video depicting Sarah Jayne herself. Every aspect of the daily routine Stephanie herself was enduring was played out on the screen. Sarah Jayne was shown exercising in the courtyard and running tethered to the saddle of Leoni's horse. She was shown kneeling submissively in front of her young guards, greedily sucking their rampant cocks deep into her mouth. Still more scenes depicted her enduring whippings at the hands of those same guards, the soundtrack clearly recording the sharp crack of the whip across her supple flesh and her anguished gasps and cries.
The camera lingered on her helplessly writhing young body, every intimate detail revealed in sharp close up. Finally, she was depicted lying spread-eagled across the dining table both face up and face down while the guards took it in turn to fuck her. Again the camera lingered almost lovingly on her body, pulling back to show her writhing in pleasure, her soft cries ringing round the room as orgasm after orgasm swept through her.
It was one of the most erotic films Stephanie had ever seen, and as the images finally faded away she was surprised and a little shocked to find she was aroused all over again.
"Now, gentlemen, for your pleasure may I present the star of our little film. Gentlemen, I give you - Sarah Jayne."
As Leoni spoke the curtains opened and bright spotlights snapped on to illuminate the stage, and Stephanie gasped aloud at what she saw.
The centre stage was dominated by a slender rectangular frame supported between two uprights which were in turn set into a wide, circular platform. Sarah Jayne was secured spread-eagled to the frame, her wrists and ankles chained to the corners, her naked body stretched taut. She looked stunning, her make up immaculate, her hair shining and gathered up high on her head, her full breasts jutting proudly from her body.
A murmur of appreciation ran round the room and even Stephanie was lost in admiration at the sight. Leoni touched a switch and the platform began to revolve slowly while at the same time the frame began to rotate equally slowly between the two uprights. Spotlights set around the rim of the platform bathed Sarah Jayne in bright beams of light as she turned through two dimensions, ensuring that not a single intimate part of her body remained unseen to her audience.
Stephanie watched dry mouthed, noting the constant flexing and tensing of the muscles in Sarah Jayne's shoulders and thighs as her body twisted from vertical to horizontal and back again. The movements caused her breasts to rise and fall and the wide parted lips of her sex to quiver as though she was being fondled by an unseen lover. Her breathing was deep and regular, her lips parted and adding to the illusion of a woman being pleasured.
Stephanie was stunned. She had thought the film erotic but this was altogether more arousing. Almost grudgingly she found herself admiring Leoni's ingenuity. The clients had been brought here, wined and dined and allowed their fun with the tethered captives before finally being presented with this erotic spectacle. Whatever they had come prepared to bid for Sarah Jayne, most would probably now be driven to bid higher.
"Gentlemen, may I remind you that all bids are in American dollars with a minimum bid of twenty five thousand."
There was a collective murmur of assent and Leoni picked up a small gavel and rapped smartly on the lectern.
"The bids are for sole and unrestricted ownership of Sarah Jayne and the bidding today starts at no lower than three hundred thousand dollars."
As Leoni spoke the screen lit up displaying the number three followed by five zeros. Almost at once the numbers changed, flicking to 325000 then 350000 and higher. No words were spoken and Stephanie guessed that the bidding was electronic in order to preserve the anonymity of the eventual buyer. Her attention was torn between the flickering screen and the entrancing vision of Sarah Jayne still rotating erotically beneath.
She found she was holding her breath, anxious to know how much someone was willing to pay. The screen flickered, the numbers mounting higher and higher. Already the figure was way above half a million and the bidding showed no sign of slackening.
"One million dollars... thank you, gentlemen, I can see you all have good taste and are prepared to pay to indulge yourselves."
A few men laughed and the bids mounted, The numbers were changing more slowly now, but Stephanie remained spellbound. The weary ache pervading her body was pushed aside as she found herself caught up in the excitement of the sale. She forgot what they were bidding for. Forgot that it was not some work of art but a living, breathing young woman that they were bidding to own.
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen watching the numbers. "One million six hundred thousand, the bid is one million six, do I hear any more?" The screen flickered once, twice, then steadied and didn't move again.
"At one million six hundred and fifty thousand dollars, gentlemen... do I have any more bids?" The question hung in the air for what seemed an age. "Closing at one million six hundred and fifty." Leoni's gavel rapped once, twice and finally after a long pause, three times.
"Sold at one million six hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Thank you gentlemen."
A collective sigh rose up from the bidders and as the light came back up the curtains swung shut blocking out the view of Sarah Jayne's still slowly rotating body. For a few moments nobody moved, then Leoni stepped briskly down from the platform. "Refreshments will be served directly, gentlemen and I shall be pleased to entertain those of you who wish to stay for dinner later this evening."
As though this was a signal, the bidders rose slowly and began to leave the room. Stephanie scanned them all, wondering who had made the final successful bid, but all were equally poker faced. She did notice that all of them were holding their companions closer and felt a small pang of jealousy. Soon, no doubt very soon, those women would be lying naked in a comfortable bed waiting to be fucked by men full of unrelieved lust while she had to stand tethered like an animal waiting only to be taken back to some bare cell. If she had failed to please someone that afternoon she would no doubt be beaten when she got there and afterwards Rodriguez and the others would use her for their own pleasure.
Yes, she envied those women and felt a stab of pity at the certainty that they belonged to a world she could never join.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Flushed with the success of Sarah Jayne's sale, Leoni moved easily among her guests. The atmosphere was animated, fuelled by plentiful supplies of champagne and the lingering excitement generated by the auction.
All the men had brought women with them and those women were now in various stages of undress. Leoni was the only fully dressed woman present and it gave her a feeling of great satisfaction to be treated as an equal to men who otherwise regarded women as little more than objects of pleasure.
The male guests fondled the girls indiscriminately as they circulated the room and the air was heavy with the feeling of barely repressed lust. Leoni didn't mind. Her house had more than enough rooms to accommodate everyone and all of them had paid generously for the privilege of attending the auction party.
Even Sarah Jayne's new owner was present, basking in the envy of his companions and confident that his newly acquired slave would be waiting and ready to serve him whenever he chose. Sarah Jayne herself, was locked securely in one of the bedrooms, chained to the bed and enduring the first of her new master's wishes. He had expressed a desire to have her pubic mound shaved smooth and her nipples pierced and Rodriguez was attending to both tasks.
Leoni smiled thinly as she imagined the girl's reactions to the latter operation. Her eyes would widen in fear as the jaws of the piercing gun clamped over the thickened buds of her nipples. Rodriguez would gag her but she would still squeal in pain as the needle darted through her flesh, dragging the slender wire of a sleeper ring behind it. He could use anaesthetic to dull the sharp pain but he wouldn't. The pain would serve as a last reminder of her time here and as a warning to her to obey her new master without question.
"Wonderful party, Leoni."
She smiled as a half drunk guest lurched up to her. He was bright eyed and flushed and had one hand clamped firmly around the bare breast of his female companion.
"So glad you enjoyed it and I'm sorry you were beaten in the bidding."
"There's always next time. That new girl, Stephanie, I really liked the look of her, a real hot little bitch I'd say" He laughed at the memory of how he had fingered the helplessly bound Stephanie to a shattering orgasm, but Leoni shook her head gently.
"I'm afraid she might be a little too rich for you. Too rich for just about everyone else here, come to that."
"Oh? She's that good?"
"Oh yes, she's very special and Rodriguez is making sure she gets some very special training."
"Lucky Rodriguez!"
Leoni laughed lightly. "Now go and give that young woman you're holding onto a good old fashioned fucking before she goes off the boil." As she watched her guest lurch away, Leoni pursed her lips. From the four girls on display, Stephanie had attracted the most comment among her guests. Again and again her name had cropped up in their conversation, every one of them excited by her and eager to own her. Mentally, Leoni raised the asking price and resolved to ask Rodriguez how Stephanie's training was progressing. It seemed she might be organising another and altogether more profitable auction rather sooner than she had expected.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Rodriguez liked being in charge of the girls. He had always enjoyed the feeling of having power and control over women.
When Leoni had discovered him he had been making a living as a pimp with a string of girls working the streets for him. Unfortunately for him he had neglected to bribe the appropriate officials and the local police were making life difficult. Leoni had suggested he come to work for her and maybe bring some of his more attractive girls along to help build up her own stock.
At first he had refused, too suspicious of her motives and too proud to work for a woman. A series of arrests among his girls had changed his views and he had brought three fine girls with him. To this day he never suspected that Leoni had been behind the final spate of police activity against him. Even if he did suspect, he was making far more money now than he had ever made before and his work was far less risky. Apart from anything else, he had free rein over all the girls imprisoned here and enough seniority over the other guards to ensure he kept the best for himself.
Like Stephanie.
Stephanie was special. He had known she was special from the day he had watched her bent over the desk in her former employer's office, body writhing and twisting as she was savagely thrashed. Mrs Lloyd had been so intent on meting out the beating that she had missed the tell tale signs. Rodriguez hadn't missed a thing. He had seen her sex lips darkening and swelling. He had seen the dampness between her thighs that was more than mere sweat and afterwards, when he had pushed his finger into her hot wet slit he had felt her tighten around him.
Even she hadn't understood what was happening to her that day, but Rodriguez did. She was a natural submissive, a woman who found perverse pleasure in pain and humiliation and that made her very special. Rodriguez stood at the foot of her bed now, his eyes roaming eagerly over her exposed body. Of all the girls currently in his charge, this one was definitely his favourite. He fingered the whip at his belt, licking his lips at the memory of how she would shudder each time he brought it cracking down across her backside whenever he judged her guilty of slacking her exercises.
He loved to wield his power and he judged her guilty as often as possible, even inventing reasons to beat her when she was working as hard as she could. Without fail, the blows stirred up a kind of excitement within her and he was certain that occasionally she eased up deliberately, almost inviting him to flick out at her with the whip.
He would dearly love to whip her properly. He would fasten her spread-eagled to the wall, her backside jutting helplessly towards him while he rained down a storm of blows across her tender flesh. His cock stirred as he imagined her twisting and writhing, crying out to him to stop, begging him, pleading with him but to no avail. Better even than that, he thought, would be to chain her facing him so he could watch her, see the fear in her eyes as she watched the whip swinging in towards her thighs, her belly or even her breasts.
Her breasts would bounce and swing wildly as she writhed and twisted in a vain attempt to evade the lash. Her legs would splay apart, almost inviting him to whip the softer flesh of her inner thighs or the pouting lips of her sex and her body would open for him even as the lash cracked down. He felt hot at the thought. The girl would scream and plead with him, begging him to stop and then begging him to fuck her where she stood but he would thrash her all the more, his erection growing longer and harder each time the whip smacked down until he could contain his excitement no longer.
He would come over her belly and thighs, his spunk cooling her heated flesh while he fondled her breasts, her pleas for release rasping in his ears. Dropping his hand to his shorts he pushed them down, releasing his now hard and throbbing cock. Frustration welled up inside him. Unless Leoni specifically ordered it he was not allowed to beat her except during exercise and then only sparingly. Tomorrow he would find an excuse to whip her and he would lay the stokes on hard. The thought pleased him but didn't ease the urgent pressure in his groin.
He could use the girls for his own pleasure and for now that would have to suffice. As he moved further into the bare cell he saw her eyes snap open, shining in the dim light slanting in from the passageway outside. That was good. A girl was required to sense the presence of her masters at all times and be ready and available.
The chains around her wrists and ankles clinked softly as she moved. She half turned towards him, her gaze fixed on the rigid shaft of his cock, her tongue darting quickly over her lips. Rodriguez said nothing. He reached down to grasp her breasts, pushing her flat onto her back. Her nipples hardened beneath his palms and he smiled. That was good too. She might fear and hate him but her body desired him.
Quickly he knelt up on the narrow bed, his knees straddling her breasts, crushing the firm flesh beneath his weight as he leaned forward. His cock swayed arrogantly above her, brushing her lips as she strained up towards him. Chained as tight as she was and with his bulk straddling her, it was difficult. Her body stretched, breasts rubbing hard against his thighs then her lips found him. Her tongue darted out, licking quickly around the swollen bulb of his cock, her lips parting to take him into the warm pit of her mouth.
The angle was awkward, her body was strained as far as possible against the restraining chains, and she could only just suck in the first few inches of him. That was enough. That was all Rodriguez wanted. He would last longer this way, his climax building slowly. Her tongue found him again, curling wetly around the thick fleshy bulb and darting into the slitted opening.
She was good. Very good. He eased himself forward, feeding a little more of himself into her, and she sucked him eagerly. Her tongue seemed wrapped around him, stimulating, arousing, spurring him on to his climax. He leaned forward into her and let her take him all the way. The exquisite pressure welled up inside him, his cock swelled and his orgasm exploded into her mouth. The first spurt spattered her throat then his cock jerked up and burst free from her lips.
Stephanie strained to recapture him but he was too far away and jerking too wildly. Thick jets of sperm spurted out in all directions, smearing her face with hot sticky tendrils. She gagged briefly, swallowing hard to clear her throat. Rodriguez was heavy above her, his whole weight bearing down on her as he jerked forward. His thighs crushed her breasts, squeezing the air from her lungs, and she gasped and spluttered helplessly. His rapidly shrinking cock slithered over her lips and she sucked him in, gripping tight and sucking out the last residue of sperm.
Satisfied, Rodriguez finally leaned back, his cock slipping loose from her mouth and Stephanie lay still beneath him. His fingers traced over her face, gathering up the trails of sperm that streaked her and smearing them over her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking them clean, the salty taste sharp in her throat. Her eyes never wavered from Rodriguez. She was pleading with him silently and he smiled down at her as he straightened and reached down behind him. The skin on her belly was hot, the neatly trimmed bush of hair damp with sweat. Damp with her juices too. His fingers probed between her thighs, lingering around the soft, wet folds of flesh quivering there.
Her body stiffened, hips rising to meet him as he fingered her, and her eyes shone bright. Rodriguez eased the tip of one finger into her, feeling her contracting tight around him, the taut skin on her belly fluttering under his hand. Her eyes pleaded with a deeper intensity, her hips wriggling as he probed her, She was wet, very wet. His finger slipped easily out of her and he saw the disappointment in her eyes as he brought it to her face. Her tongue darted out once more, curling around his finger tip, her body trembling beneath him as she tasted herself on him.
He could feel her heart beating, feel her body hot beneath him. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air. Rodriguez looked down at her, his eyes as cold as ice.
"You want it?"
"Yes, master."
Her reply was barely more than a whisper as her hips wriggled urgently beneath him. He leaned back, fingers probing between her thighs once more, stroking her, teasing her until she gasped out loud, ahhhhh... please... please."
His eyes glinted wickedly as he rose from her.
"Work hard for me tomorrow and I might."
Stephanie shuddered in shock and frustration. Her eyes followed him, still desperately pleading as he made for the door. He hesitated there, waiting for her to call out to him, beg him to come back to her but heard only the sound of her breath rasping in her throat. She was good, well trained and obedient. Soon Leoni would arrange an auction and she would be gone. He sighed and stepped into the passageway leaving the door ajar behind him.
Not a sound came from the cell. Stephanie choked back her sobs of frustration and lay stiff and unmoving on the hard bed. Her body ached for release but release was denied her. Release was for her masters to give or withhold at their pleasure and for now it pleased Rodriguez to deny her.
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply and slowly in an effort to calm the urgent demands of her body, but it was a long time before sleep claimed her again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Weeks passed and suddenly, almost without warning, it came to Stephanie's turn to be auctioned. Rodriguez had been hinting at the prospect for several days, but it wasn't until she was summoned to Leoni's office that the full implications of what was soon to happen began to dawn on her.
She was about to leave the harsh though ordered regime of Leoni's house in exchange for the unknown and submit herself to the control of a complete stranger. Leoni regarded her gravely. As always, she was impeccably dressed and Stephanie felt very insecure and exposed in her presence. Rodriguez was there too, his expression giving nothing away as Leoni looked her up and down.
"You're sure she's ready, Rodriguez?"
"As ready as she'll ever be."
"Very well then." Leoni settled herself behind her desk and stared directly and expectantly at Stephanie. At once, Stephanie dropped her gaze and fell to her knees and Leoni nodded in quiet satisfaction.
"Yes, I see you've learned your lessons well, and now the time has come for you to leave us."
Stephanie felt her heart beating faster and her mouth becoming dry as the woman continued.
"I've been letting various interested parties know everything about you, Stephanie and all of them have expressed the desire to own you subject to examination and approval."
Subject to examination and approval! She could guess Leoni's reaction if she were examined and not approved! Stephanie breathed evenly and deeply although her belly was churning with anxiety.
"These are very special people, Stephanie. The first will be arriving within the hour. It is the Greek. Take her away, Rodriguez."
A look from Leoni had Stephanie shivering again, then Rodriguez had her by the arm, hauling her to her feet and out of the office without a backward glance. She wanted to ask him about the Greek and what he would expect from her but she knew that questions would only be met with silence and a thrashing for speaking out of turn. Instead she trailed silently along behind him while he led her down to the courtyard and through the small archway into the garden.
"Kneel down."
Stephanie obeyed at once, kneeling on the grass with her knees parted and her arms clasped behind her in the approved manner. Rodriguez regarded her carefully and walked slowly round her, inspecting her from all angles before grunting his satisfaction and going back into the house. Stephanie remained where she was, certain she was being observed and unwilling to invite any unnecessary punishment.
Anyway, it was pleasant just to kneel on the grass, basking in the warmth of the sun without someone shouting at her to work harder or run faster. When Rodriguez returned, she could see short lengths of chain swinging in his hands and her spirits drooped at the prospect of being restrained once more, but of course she offered no resistance as he squatted down behind her.
He took her arms and pulled them out straight, and she felt the leather lined cuffs snap into place around her wrists. Her wrists weren't cuffed together but she soon realised how she was to be secured as Rodriguez worked quickly, taking up the loose end of each chain and pulling it tight before snapping the second cuff firmly in place around her ankles.
The chains clipped Stephanie's wrists to her ankles and held her in a strange tension, forcing her to remain in a kneeling position and pulling her shoulders sharply back. Her breasts and belly jutted out proudly and she flushed at the thought of how lewd a sight she must be presenting. Rodriguez inspected her again before returning once more to the house and once again Stephanie felt that she was being observed as she waited. She knelt unmoving for what she estimated was over an hour, her nerves becoming more and more strung out and ragged the longer she waited. At last she heard footsteps echoing under the archway. She was placed sideways on to the opening and couldn't see who was approaching without moving her head. The temptation to do so was enormous and the more so when she realised that the man was circling round to approach her from behind, but she knew that she must not.
Her skin crawled and broke out in a rash of goosebumps as she heard him breathing close up behind her. She sensed his eyes roving freely over her naked back and buttocks and peering over her shoulder to linger on the firm swell of her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm. Well, she looks fit, Rodriguez."
"Oh, she is, sir. She exercises every day."
"Behind Leoni's horses?"
"Yes, sir."
The man laughed mirthlessly and Stephanie cringed. His voice was high pitched, almost girlish in tone but heavily overlaid with a thick accent. "I'd like to see that for real, sometime."
He chuckled again at the thought as he walked slowly round her. "Let's have a look at the front, then." Stephanie peered covertly from under her lowered eyelids and shuddered at what she saw. Only her training and the fear of displeasing the man and therefore Leoni, prevented her from recoiling in disgust. He was short and squat. He was dressed for the beach in baggy shorts and sandals as though proud of his flabby body. Rolls of fat hung over the waistband of his shorts and the whole of his body seemed covered in a tangle of curly black hair.
His eyes glinted small and bright, his gaze piercing as he took in every detail of her breasts and belly.
"She's not been shaved."
"Not everyone likes a girl shaved down there, sir, but if you like I can arrange for her to be shaved now."
Stephanie stiffened, her heart beating faster. Apart from a bikini line she'd never considered shaving off all of her pubic hair. She wondered what it would feel like.
"Oh, never mind, I expect I can manage."
He squatted in front of her, his hand delving quickly between her parted thighs and closing around the velvet lipped slash of her sex. Involuntarily she felt herself respond, the soft lips twitching ever so slightly as a sharp spasm gripped her sex.
"Sensitive little bitch, isn't she?"
Rodriguez stayed silent and Stephanie steeled herself as she felt the first, insistent probing of his fat fingers into her belly.
"She's wet too. I've hardly touched her and the little bitch is sopping wet."
A thought occurred to him and he pushed his face close to hers. His breath reeked of stale wine and garlic and she almost gagged.
"You haven't pissed yourself, have you?"
"No, master."
As if doubting her word he jerked his fingers out of her and thrust them under his nose, sniffing loudly. He was so close that Stephanie could smell herself too, a heady aroma of arousal that she knew so well.
"Seems OK."
He pushed himself to his feet and reached for the zipper on his shorts, hauling it down and fumbling his cock into view. Like the rest of him, it was fat and squat, bulging out from a thick tangle of black hair at his groin. The hair continued part way up the shaft and Stephanie had to fight hard to suppress a shudder of revulsion as it dangled in front of her face.
She hesitated briefly, but Rodriguez was watching...
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and she leaned forward. Her mouth brushed gently against the still flaccid cock and her tongue slid out again to lick slowly and carefully around the tip. Almost at once she was rewarded with a slight tremor and she bent closer, running her tongue along the soft underside, feeling the hairs tickling her nose as she buried her face in the man's groin before licking her way slowly back up to the tip.
Above her head, the Greek grunted in satisfaction, his cock swelling and and rising in a series of spasmodic jerks. Stephanie ran her tongue around the swelling circumference of the tip then opened her mouth and sucked him slowly between her lips. Already he was thick enough to bulge her cheeks out and she held him between her lips until she felt her mouth stretching uncomfortably wide before letting him slip slowly free.
He was almost fully erect now, not too long but very thick, the straining shaft stabbing straight at her like a weapon. Once more she circled him with her tongue, moistening the whole throbbing length of him as she licked her way down to his belly. He was sensitive underneath and she lingered there, stabbing at him with her tongue until he grunted again and stepped quickly back from her. His cock was very hard and when Stephanie risked a quick glance up at him she could see his face was red and flushed.
"That'll do for now. Get her into a position where I can give her a good fucking."
His voice was high pitched and urgent and he stood back impatiently while Rodriguez moved forward. Stephanie waited, hardly daring to breathe as he approached her. She was about to be fucked, probably brutally right here in the open and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Rodriguez cast her a quick warning glance then knelt down behind her and tipped her forward so she lay with her breasts and face pressed to the ground and her backside jutting up. She gasped as he slapped her hard.
"That's a fine backside you have there, Stephanie."
"Thank you, master," she managed to gasp out.
"That's a backside just crying out to be fucked by this fine gentleman here." Rodriguez laughed out loud and gave her another stinging slap. Stephanie gasped and squirmed but she knew what Rodriguez was doing. He was warning her, preparing her for what lay ahead. "Do you want it in your cunt or up your backside?" he asked.
Stephanie stiffened, her face glowing red. "It is up to the gentleman, sir, whichever he prefers, master."
"Quite right!"
Another slap rippled the taut skin on her backside and Rodriguez chuckled as he stood up. "She's all yours, sir."
Stephanie waited breathlessly as she felt the man kneeling behind her. She knew that her humiliating position gave him a clear view of her gaping sex and the smaller but still partly opened mouth of her behind. It was too tempting a sight to ignore and she forced herself to relax as she felt his hands closing around her buttocks, opening her still wider.
She gritted her teeth, knowing that Rodriguez was still hovering nearby, enjoying her humiliation. Thick fingers slipped into the open slash of her sex, opening her wider, and she shuddered in shame. She was being examined like an animal and both men were enjoying her shame and humiliation as the Greek poked and prodded at her.
"I really can't make up my mind," he said at last. "I'll have to try both ways."
"Very wise, sir," agreed Rodriguez.
"Cunt first as it's so wet already."
Stephanie breathed a silent sigh of relief, then the ridiculous nature of her situation hit her and she wanted to laugh out loud herself. She was naked and in chains. A total stranger, a man she despised on sight, had examined and inspected her in the most intimate manner with no more emotion than he would inspect a piece of meat. Now that same man was preparing to take the most enormous liberties with her and she was actually pleased that he was going to start by merely fucking her!
His engorged cock pressed up between her thighs and as she pushed back to meet him she realised how thorough her training had been. Here, out in the open, watched closely by Rodriguez and whoever cared to observe her from the house, she was submitting readily and shamelessly to a man who had already announced his intention to use her in the most lewd and intimate way. Mere weeks ago she might have struggled and fought but now, as the thick cock penetrated her and stretched her wide, she moaned softly and pushed back harder, taking it deeper into herself until she was entirely filled.
She felt the rough tangle of hairs on the Greek's belly tickling the sensitive lips of her sex and her hips wriggled against him.
"Excellent! She likes the feel of a man inside her."
Chuckling to himself, the Greek withdrew then slammed back into her with a speed that took her by surprise and drove the air from her lungs in a short explosive gasp. Another thrust followed, then another and another, driving her forward onto the ground and stirring up the arousal already seething inside her. She shuddered and moaned at each thrust, lifting her hips, driving herself back against the thick shaft of flesh and driving herself on to the blissful release of orgasm.
He slipped completely out of her and her hips lifted higher, the open lips of her sex gaping and quivering as she searched for him. He came down on her again, the rigid shaft of his cock boring into the deep cleft of her backside, thrusting, demanding. He found the tightly puckered mouth nestling there and thrust hard, holding her tight as he impaled her.
Stephanie screamed, her hips writhing and twisting as she was brutally opened. Her flesh stretched hot and raw and her whole body stiffened. Then he was inside her, filling her, pushing deeper. Sheets of searing pain lanced through her and she screamed again as he wrenched his cock out of her then impaled her again in one smooth movement.
Never before had she been stretched so wide. Never before had the pain of penetration seemed so agonising or so prolonged. Her hips bucked then the Greek's thighs smacked hard into the wet, bulging lips of her sex and pleasure mingled with the pain. Again and again he thrust into her, each thrust dragging a cry from her lips. His weight drove her forward, her breasts throbbing and tingling where they rubbed against the ground.
She sobbed and moaned in a confusion of emotion. The cock reaming her was her whole world filling her with alternating waves of pain and pleasure as it stretched and filled her again and again. Her head spun and the breath rasped in her throat then with one last lunge, the Greek climaxed deep inside her. Stephanie could feel it all, every jerk of his cock, every spurt of his sperm jetting into her belly.
Her hips bucked and heaved against him, then at last her orgasm broke in a glorious wave of pleasure that overwhelmed every other sensation. Trapped beneath the crushing weight of the Greek, she shuddered and shook over and over again as tears of relief ran freely down her cheeks.
Dimly, she felt him pulling out of her, his shadow passing over her to leave her lying alone in the bright sunshine. The morning sun blinded her and her body still quivered and shook. Lying as she was with her legs still splayed wide she knew she was totally and lewdly exposed but the grass was cool beneath her and there were no hands insolently fondling her body. The Greek had climaxed inside her and for a while at least, her ordeal was over.
"Hmmmmmm. Not bad, not bad at all."
His shadow blotted out the sun as he stepped over, her and she slowly relaxed.
"Finish it, Rodriguez."
He spoke so softly that Stephanie almost missed what he was saying. Her brow furrowed as she tried to work out what he meant then the sharp hiss of Rodriguez' whip cut the air.
Swish! Crack!
Totally unprepared, Stephanie bucked and yelped in shock as the supple leather smacked hard down across her so recently ravaged backside. Her face down posture rendered her an easy target and Rodriguez spared her nothing.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Two more savage strokes ripped into her and she squirmed helplessly as the lash seared her most tender flesh.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
She sobbed and gasped as the whip found the still quivering lips of her sex. Her body bucked and heaved, bare breasts bouncing painfully against the dry earth beneath her.
That was six.
Six strokes that stung unbearably.
A wave of self pity engulfed her as she realised the full enormity of her plight. The guards normally called a halt after four strokes but today was different.
Today she was on display. Today she was subject to the whims of a prospective buyer and if he wished to see her flogged senseless then Rodriguez would carry out his wishes without question.
There was an all too brief respite as Rodriguez shifted his stance. He straddled her body and Stephanie shuddered as she realised what was coming. With her thighs splayed so wide, she was totally exposed. The deep crease of her backside and the deeper, gaping slit of her sex lay open and vulnerable before him.
She whimpered softly and squeezed her eyes shut as she sensed rather than saw him raise the whip.
The Greek growled in anticipation and Stephanie sucked in her breath.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The four strokes ripped into her so fast that the air was driven from her lungs in a single convulsive gasp.
Then, with deadly accuracy, Rodriguez laid two more strokes along the crease of her backside and a further two alongside the still pulsating lips of her sex.
Stephanie was beside herself. Her hips jerked wildly as each stroke smacked savagely down and her mouth opened in a long and anguished scream of agony as the searing pain lanced into her.
The pain was shocking, devastating, far worse than anything she had ever experienced or imagined. Her body was gripped in a line of fire from her backside to her belly and she was certain she could take no more. The Greek squatted down beside her. His low chuckle sounded evil and mirthless as he surveyed the extent of her suffering.
"Two more - across here."
His fingers brushed the quivering flesh of her sex and Stephanie sobbed out loud.
She couldn't take any more punishment!... Not there!
Couldn't he see she'd had enough?
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
A fierce blaze ripped into her sex and she screamed out loud as her body jerked convulsively.
The lips of her sex shrivelled under the lash then swelled up a deep and angry red between her trembling thighs. Tears spurted from her squeezed shut eyes and long after the last stroke landed her hips continued to gyrate wildly.
The Greek squatted down again, his eyes gleaming as he took in every detail of her agony. His gaze lingered on her sex, swelling thick and red like an exotic orchid blossoming between her thighs. His fingers brushed over her tortured flesh then plunged deep inside her and Stephanie cried out aloud at the sudden intrusion.
She felt a stab of fear that he was about to fuck her again, then he pulled abruptly out of her and held up his fingers.
Deep inside her belly, Stephanie was wet with arousal and the evidence shone brightly on the Greek's fingers.
"After all that she is still on heat! Yes, oh yes, she seems to be everything you claim her to be, Rodriguez. Interesting, most interesting."
His shadow fell across her as he rose to his feet and made his way back to the house, closely followed by Rodriguez.
Alone on the grass, Stephanie slowly regained control of her emotions.
Fucked, buggered and flogged - and all in less than an hour! Her bottom felt raw and yet that had only been a minor test. She closed her eyes and shuddered as her mind conjured up the unwanted image of the Greek's bulging, hair covered cock.
Not him! Whoever eventually bought her she fervently wished it would not be him!
Surely not!
Pray God, not him!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The following evening there was another guest to inspect her. Rodriguez left instructions for her to be showered and ready before departing to entertain the man and Stephanie hurried to carry out his orders.
It was likely she would have a long wait before he came for her, but equally the guest could prove eager to see her and Rodriguez would make her pay if she kept him waiting. In the event, several hours passed and it was dark outside her narrow cell before she heard the key scraping in the lock and the locking bar being lifted clear.
She was nervous as she rose from the bed, standing perfectly still in the middle of the room while Rodriguez circled her, inspecting her closely.
"All right, wrap this around yourself."
He tossed her a small silk sheet and helped her drape it about her body like a Roman toga, securing it at her shoulder and her waist with two heavy clasps. The silk clung to the curves of her breasts and swirled about her thighs when she moved, the opening down one side revealing her nakedness beneath.
"Hands out front."
She sighed quietly at the familiar command and held out her arms. The fact that she had been allowed some clothing, however scanty had led her to hope for additional freedom but she should have known better. As ever, Rodriguez worked quickly, snapping cuffs and collar into place and attaching the inevitable leash. The handcuffs were lighter and thinner than the usual restraints, but secured her wrists no less firmly. The collar too was different, more an item of adornment than a means of restraint, but it too served its purpose, the leash dangling from it proclaiming her servile status.
Rodriguez stood back and surveyed her critically before nodding approval.
"This man is from Egypt and is accustomed to his women being truly submissive, so when I tug the leash you drop to the floor."
Rodriguez took up the dangling end of the leash and led her out of her cell. He led her up into the house itself, the carpet soft and warm under her feet after the cold stone floors of the cellar. The aroma of food lingered in the air and she hoped the guest had enjoyed his meal enough to put him in an amiable mood. Rodriguez stopped outside the door to the dining room and gave her one last critical inspection before knocking. A muffled invitation to enter came from inside and Stephanie felt her heart beginning to beat just a little faster as Rodriguez reached for the handle.
The door swung open and as she started forward, Rodriguez tugged down hard on the leash. She stumbled then recognised the signal and without giving him time to growl his disapproval, dropped to her hands and knees. Rodriguez didn't slacken his pace and hampered by her shackled wrists she was forced to crawl as quickly as she could alongside him. The feeling was both humiliating and exciting. Her breasts hung heavily, nipples brushing against the silk with each movement. Above all was the knowledge that she was being brought into the presence of a man who would use her for his own pleasure and discard her when he was finished with her.
A second sharp tug at the leash brought her to a halt and she knelt up, taking care to spread her knees wide. She clasped her hands together and thrust back her shoulders, breasts jutting proudly against the thin silken robe. Her eyes remained downcast, but she could see the guest seated comfortably in one of the leather armchairs.
In contrast to the Greek she had encountered the previous day, he seemed tall with only the merest hint of thickening around his waist as an outward sign of the good living he enjoyed. More prominent signs of wealth came from his dark tan and the impressive collection of heavy gold rings glittering on his fingers.
Rodriguez bent and unclipped the leash, but she remained still and silent. The man ignored her, addressing Rodriguez directly as though discussing some item on display for sale, which in a way was exactly what she was.
"Dance for me," he said at last.
At a nod from Rodriguez, Stephanie rose to her feet and took up position in the centre of the room while Rodriguez himself crossed to the sound system. A disc clicked into the machine and the room was filled with the wailing rhythm of traditional Middle Eastern dance music. Stephanie waited a few seconds to pick up the beat then began to gyrate her hips in time to the music. Her breasts swung and strained against the silk as she moved. She felt her nipples harden, and moved closer to the guest, hips swivelling sensuously as she walked. Her gestures were limited by the cuffs about her wrists but her body moved sinuously.
Closer and closer she danced, bending low to display her breasts and swinging around on her toes to splay the silk out from her thighs. Her legs kicked high, revealing tantalising glimpses of her bare sex as she turned and her breasts bounced and swung wildly with each step. Faster and faster she danced until at last the music died away and she subsided once more to her knees, eyes downcast as before. Her breasts heaved and a sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin.
"Now stand."
Eyes still carefully downcast, Stephanie rose slowly to her feet and waited.
"Strip her, Rodriguez."
Rodriguez complied at once, undoing the clasps that fastened the silk and letting the garment slip slowly from Stephanie's body until she stood naked. Without waiting to be told she raised her arms, slipping her cuffed wrists behind her neck. Her feet slid almost unobtrusively apart until she stood submissive and ready to be examined.
"Turn."
She knew what was coming next but remained perfectly still as the man examined her back and buttocks.
"Bend over."
Stephanie bent slowly, careful to keep her hands clasped behind her neck. Her breasts swung heavily beneath her and her bottom tightened into a taut, smooth curve. Between her wide spread thighs she could feel her sex lips opening, jutting out behind her as though to invite the penetration that would surely come. As her bottom grew taut, the cheeks parted a little, wide enough to lay bare the round, puckered mouth of her backside and a blush of shame rushed to her face. Every man she had met since coming to this dreadful place had insisted on posing her like this, taking delight in exposing her lewdly and shamefully. It was a pose she readily adopted, knowing the folly of resisting, but she had never overcome the shame she felt at being so totally and indecently on display.
That looks like a tight little slit!"
Stephanie's cheeks burned. The man was discussing her as though she were nothing more than a piece of meat.
"Stand up and turn to face me."
She obeyed but kept her eyes downcast as she felt his breath warm on her cheek. She stood absolutely still as he reached out to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened further and he rolled it between his fingers before slipping his hand down her belly to finger her sex. She was becoming aroused under the gentle yet persistent stimulation, her breath quickening and her heartbeat rising. A low moan escaped from her lips and she swayed forward as though to urge the man to penetrate her deeper.
His fingers slipped out from between her thighs and she moaned again, suddenly ashamed of how readily she had let him arouse her. There was a blur of movement and she snapped her eyes wide open but too late to avoid the hand whipping in towards her.
Smack!
Her left breast jiggled and shook under the stinging impact and she choked back a cry of shock and pain.
Smack! Now it was her right breast, quivering and bouncing as a wide imprint of the guest's palm reddened beneath her pale tan. The heat of the slaps spread rapidly through her breasts, her skin glowing an angry red. Tears pricked her eyes as she choked back another anguished gasp and her legs trembled with the effort of standing still. Both Rodriguez and his guest watched her closely, eyes shining with barely repressed excitement. She knew there were more slaps to come and nothing she could do would prevent it. Closing her eyes to steady herself she sucked in a deep breath and thrust back her shoulders, offering her breasts up for punishment.
Smack! Smack!
With almost blinding speed, the heavy hand whipped in twice more, the heavy rings around his fingers leaving her breasts stinging and shaking as she struggled to hold her ground.
Smack!
With no warning, the man switched his aim, whipping his hand up between her thighs and slamming it full into her most tender flesh. Her mouth sagged open as the shock of the blow surged through her. Her belly shook and her breath rasped loudly in her throat but there was no respite.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each slap as hard as the last.
Each slap was laid exactly along the tender lips of her sex in an ever increasing spiral of shock and pain while she stood submissively under the onslaught. Her belly burned, the soft lips of her sex swelling and stinging under the relentless rain of slaps. Her whole body trembled and shook and yet through the red mist of pain she could feel herself responding. Even as the slaps whipped in she could feel her sex opening, a warm wetness filling her. On her bare, bouncing breasts, her nipples hardened and throbbed. A fierce heat pervaded her body and she moaned aloud, stiffening her legs and forcing herself to stand as still as she could, offering herself willingly to be beaten...
Then, as suddenly as the smacking had started, it stopped and Stephanie stood shaking and gasping. The man grasped her chin, pulling her head up to look into her eyes, smiling as he read the conflicting emotions reflected there.
"She's stubborn. I like that. You've trained her well, Rodriguez."
Without waiting for a reply he turned back to Stephanie, his eyes boring into hers.
"Suck me."
She dropped to her knees at once, fumbling awkwardly at the zip on his trousers and reaching carefully inside.
"You'll need a wider gap than that."
The man chuckled softly as he undid the button at the waist, easing his trousers and shorts a little way down his thighs. His cock sprang free and Stephanie gasped as she saw the still swelling length of it swaying in front of her. Her tongue slid out, licking slowly down the whole length of it, feeling it swell harder as she worked. It throbbed steadily against her cheek as she trailed her lips slowly back to the engorged tip and she licked once more fully around the swollen glans before opening her mouth wide and sucking it in.
Silently, Rodriguez knelt behind her and began to toy with her breasts. She trembled at his touch and her breath quickened as her excitement mounted. Between her legs she could feel her juices flowing freely and she moaned softly, the sound muffled by the shaft of flesh crammed into her mouth.
Without warning, the man pulled free and lay down in front of her, his cock thrusting straight up from his groin. Stephanie needed no urging. Even before Rodriguez let go of her breasts she was moving forward, rising briefly to her feet to straddle the man before sinking to her knees again. His cock thrust up between her thighs then it was inside her, slipping easily and wetly into her, stretching her wide as it filled her.
"Hands behind your head."
She raised her arms to obey, feeling her breasts rise as she did so. The man reached up for them, moulding his fingers around the smooth curves, digging into her firm flesh and crushing her nipples softly against his palm. Stephanie arched her back, lifting slightly to seat his cock more easily inside her sex before grinding down hard with her hips. Rodriguez watched her impale herself then pushed himself to his feet and stood over her, his own cock pressing urgently into her cheek. She understood at once and turned her head to take him between her lips.
Her hips rose and fell, swivelling easily as she rode the guest's cock and with each movement, Rodriguez' cock slid in and out between her eager lips. Impaled at each end, her excitement grew rapidly. Soft sucking sounds came from her sex as she rode the rampant cock. Softer but no less exciting sounds escaped from her lips as she sucked eagerly on Rodriguez' straining shaft. Her breasts ached and tingled and her belly quivered in small tight spasms as her body responded to the exquisite feeling of being so utterly used. Beneath her she could feel the man thrusting his hips up to meet her, his cock swelling longer and harder inside her as his climax approached. Above her she could hear Rodriguez grunting and gasping as his control ebbed away. Her own reserves were low and she hung on just long enough to feel the two cocks jerking and spurting inside her before she too succumbed to a shattering, all consuming orgasm.
Her sex contracted tight around the cock impaling her belly, holding it deep inside her as her hips ground down on the man lying beneath her. Her breasts heaved and shook as violent shudders racked her again and again. Rodriguez' cock slipped loose from her lips, still jerking and spurting hot jets of sperm as his climax spent itself. The sticky jets spattered her face dripped onto her breasts. She lunged for him, trying desperately to suck him back into her mouth but her body was bucking too wildly.
She cried aloud in passion and frustration then succumbed to her body's demands. Only the hands clamped so firmly around her breasts held her up as she writhed and twisted, eyes squeezed tight shut and oblivious to her surroundings.
When she opened her eyes again she was lying alone on the floor. The sperm that smeared her face and breasts and seeped out from her still quivering sex was cold and sticky. Around her, the air was still heavy with the musky aroma of sexual arousal and the scent clung to her body.
She moaned softly and peered about her. The guest was gone. Only Rodriguez remained, waiting to take her back to her cell. Her eyes questioned but he gave no hint of how pleasing her performance had been as he bent to clip the leash to her collar. She would find out soon enough. In the morning he would beat her if she had failed to please but she was sure she hadn't. Meekly she pushed herself to her feet and followed him from the room without a backward glance.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Despite the rigours of the previous evening, Stephanie was still roused early along with the other girls. Rodriguez was up and about early too and as soon as breakfast was finished he called her aside.
Far from being finished with her, the Egyptian wanted to see her again, but this time she was to be whipped for him!
Stephanie was extremely agitated as Rodriguez gathered up a collection of whips and assorted straps, then she followed him in even greater despair as he went upstairs into the main house.
Her stomach was twisted into a hard knot of tension and she felt terribly afraid. Her breasts and belly were still tender where the man had slapped her the night before, but from what she had already experienced she felt certain she was in for much more serious punishment now. Her heart pounded and her mouth felt dry as she followed along behind Rodriguez.
It occurred to her that the Egyptian might wish to whip her himself, and for a few moments she faltered.
When Rodriguez and the other young guards whipped her it hurt to be sure, but they knew when enough was enough. A stranger, particularly one looking to possess her might be interested only to discover how much punishment she could be made to endure.
Certainly that had been the case with the Greek, and Rodriguez had been only too happy to oblige him. She felt physically sick at the prospect of enduring a similar flogging, but if that was what the Egyptian wanted...
Rodriguez sensed her hanging back and turned impatiently.
"Come! We must not keep our guest waiting."
She swallowed hard and he guessed what troubled her.
"Don't worry - I'll be delivering the beating."
Stephanie suddenly felt much better and at the same time she wanted to laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all. Whoever wielded the whip it would be a far from pleasant experience and yet she was grateful it was to be Rodriguez.
Again, as though reading her mind, he smiled in reassurance.
"Better the devil you know, I think."
She nodded dumbly and followed on behind once more until they arrived at the Egyptian's bedroom door.
Rodriguez knocked and entered at once, ushering Stephanie along in front. The contrast between the room and her own spartan quarters struck her at once and she almost forgot why she was there as her eyes greedily drank in the details.
Bright sunlight flooded in through part opened windows and the carpet beneath her feet was deep and soft. The furnishings were heavy and expensive and then she saw the bed and stopped dead in her tracks.
It was the largest bed she had ever seen, a four poster, carved from dark oak, as wide as it was long and piled high with pillows.
The Egyptian was reclining beneath a single sheet, his eyes glittering as he watched her and Stephanie swallowed hard as she remembered the reason she had been summoned.
As if to further reinforce the message, Rodriguez pushed her forward towards the foot of the bed, his movements suddenly rough and demanding. He tossed the straps he was carrying onto the bed and pushed her right up to the end.
His foot pushed between her legs and even as she shuffled her feet apart in response, he reached for her arms. Without ceremony, he hauled her arms up over her head and spread them out to each side while at the same time, he worked her feet wider apart with quick, impatient kicks to her ankles.
Stephanie realised it was in part an act for the benefit of the man watching but at the same time she felt plunged into despair at how casually he was treating her.
Without a word, Rodriguez reached for a handful of straps, looping one around each of her wrists and fastening the ends tight around the bedposts.
Her ankles too were swiftly and similarly tethered, the straps pulled taut to spread-eagle her in place.
Stephanie breathed deeply, closing her mind to the relentless strain on her arms and legs. She was as fully spread and exposed as she could be, her breasts jutting firmly out from her body and her belly pulled into a taut, flat plane. Between her thighs she could feel her sex gaping open but there was nothing she could do except stand helplessly.
The Egyptian gazed steadily up at her and a shudder of revulsion rippled through her.
Never before had she seen eyes so cold or dispassionate and now she knew for sure she was in for a severe thrashing.
The whips lay tangled on the bed in front of her, drawing her eyes as Rodriguez made a final check on her bonds.
She had experienced the sting of every one of them over the past few months and wondered which of them the Egyptian would favour.
A knot of real fear curled in her stomach as it occurred to her that he might wish Rodriguez to use them all and she was totally helpless to resist.
Already the strain of being spread and tied so tightly was beginning to creep through her limbs but Rodriguez seemed determined to prolong the tension. Carefully, he laid out the whips on the bed and offered each one up to the Egyptian for approval.
The man inspected them all closely, his eyes flicking constantly back to Stephanie to gauge her reaction to each whip before finally making his choice.
"This one, I think. This one should really make her jump." He gave a low chuckle as he handed it over and Stephanie felt her stomach lurch.
He had chosen a multi thonged whip, the slender lashes knotted at irregular intervals along their length and the tips encased in thin metal sheaths.
She knew from bitter experience how effective those knotted strands could be in the hands of an expert like Rodriguez, while the weighted tips imparted a particularly savage and biting sting.
As he hefted the whip in his hand, Rodriguez caught her eye, his face suddenly stern and commanding.
"Don't let me down, Stephanie."
She nodded quickly, understanding his meaning but not trusting herself to speak as he moved out of sight behind her.
The Egyptian was looking past her and she sucked in her breath as she heard Rodriguez shaking the whip loose. The first blow could fall anywhere and she tensed her whole body, holding her breath as she waited.
Swish! Whack!
Braced though she was, the first stroke drove the air from her lungs in an explosive gasp and she rocked forward on the balls of her feet until her bonds pulled her up short. The knotted strands curled wickedly around her, searing her flanks and whipping round to lick at the tender flesh of her belly.
Each weighted tip smacked hard into her to impart a dozen added increments of pain then the lash pulled back and she braced herself again.
Somehow she had avoided crying out loud although her flanks felt flayed and she knew it could only be a matter of time before her resolve crumbled.
Swish! Crack!
This time she did cry out. A stifled hiss of pain escaped her lips as Rodriguez struck higher and harder. The thongs tore at the taut skin under her upraised arms and hammered relentlessly down on the firm flesh of her breasts.
Once again, the impact of each weighted tip imparted its own separate sting and Stephanie writhed desperately in response.
The Egyptian was watching her closely but she cared only for Rodriguez.
He was the one with the whip.
He was the one causing her to twist and writhe so madly and she had barely endured two strokes. A wave of despair welled up inside her and she was still struggling to bring herself under control when the whip whistled in again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
In rapid succession, with a speed and force that drove every breath of air from her body, the lash tore into her hips and thighs. Her flesh suddenly seemed on fire and the savage bite of the whip across her sex and inner thighs would have wrung a scream from her lips if she were not fighting for breath.
Her breasts bounced and her belly jerked convulsively back and forth as the dreadful, searing pain explored her most sensitive flesh. Rodriguez was sparing her nothing in his efforts to please the Egyptian, and she could do nothing except stand and take it. Her body was hot and dripping with sweat and as she caught the Egyptian's gaze she wondered at the sight she must present.
Naked and spread, glistening with a sheen of perspiration and the tracks of the whip showing red and angry down one side of her body in stark contrast to the pale, untouched skin on the other.
He couldn't fail to be aroused at the sight.
As if in confirmation she saw the sheet lumped up over his groin then the whip tore in again to drive the thought from her mind.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Rodriguez set up a punishing rhythm, placing each stroke with deadly accuracy and always working over a previously untouched area of flesh until her skin glowed red from neck to knee down one side of her body.
Stephanie twisted and sobbed as each blow fell but there was no escaping the relentless, punishing assault. Her right breast throbbed red and swollen and her belly burned. Between her thighs her sex lips pulsated and quivered, bruised and battered as the tips of the lash whipped beneath her belly again and again.
She was literally fighting for breath, heedless of the chafing at her wrists and ankles as she writhed constantly under the lash.
Through a mist of tears she saw the Egyptian pushing himself into a sitting position, the better to watch her suffering. He was obviously very aroused and making no secret of his bulging erection.
"She dances well under the lash, Rodriguez, and stubborn too... I like that."
His eyes gleamed and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips as the whip curled yet again around Stephanie's tortured flanks.
"Cut her loose. I've seen enough for now and this needs some urgent attention." He chuckled lewdly as he flung back the sheet to expose his straining shaft, and Stephanie almost sobbed with relief.
She didn't give a thought to whatever the man would require of her. Whatever it was would be better than the relentless hiss and sting of the lash across her flayed flesh.
Her legs shook but she managed to remain standing as Rodriguez tugged at the straps binding her to the bed until at last she was free.
"Onto the bed, pretty one," chuckled the Egyptian. "Quickly now and let me feel your lips around this."
His fingers circled his cock as though offering it up to her as she climbed onto the bed. Her well flogged flesh burned with every movement but she gritted her teeth and fixed her gaze on the swaying rod of flesh.
Her breasts dangled heavily down and she was painfully aware of her backside jutting provocatively up and out behind her as she settled onto her hands and knees.
The Egyptian's cock quivered mere inches from her face and she licked her lips quickly. She could smell his arousal, the musky aroma heavy in the air around her. She sucked in a deep breath and moistened her lips again, her mind suddenly full of the realisation that she too was aroused.
The heat and pain of the flogging, the shameful bondage and exposure and now her passive submission to the man lying in front of her, all combined to fuel her perverse libido. Her belly quivered and between her thighs she felt her sex lips bursting wetly open as though to invite the penetration of an eager lover.
Rodriguez growled his appreciation, his view of her sex perfect and unimpeded and Stephanie felt her cheeks flush hot as she plunged her lips down onto the waiting cock.
She desperately wanted to be fucked! She needed to feel the thick intrusion of a cock into her dripping slit. She needed to be filled and fucked hard even as she sucked on the rampant cock that was straining her lips wide.
Almost unconsciously she felt her hips lift, the movement pitching her forward onto the Egyptian's cock.
He grunted once and jerked his hips, thrusting himself deeper into the hot, wet pit of her mouth.
Stephanie gagged briefly as he penetrated to the back of her throat then her training took over and she relaxed, her head moving easily up and down.
Her tongue pressed hard against the underside of the throbbing shaft, trailing wetly along its length and lingering teasingly around the sensitive tip as she slipped him loose to gasp for breath.
The man grunted again and she risked a fleeting glance upwards. He was lying back once more, his body held tense and expectant and as she strained her lips back around him she sensed a new urgency in the pulses rippling through him.
She gripped hard, her tongue lashing furiosly at the taut, sensitive skin around the tip of his cock before sinking forward to take him fully into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and the obscene sucking sounds she was making seemed very loud but she didn't care.
Between her thighs she was on fire with need and desire and she knew that even the taste and feel of hot sperm jetting into her throat would be enough to trigger her orgasm.
She rocked steadily back and forth on her knees, her nipples smacking softly into the sheet beneath her to trigger smaller but no less urgent shocks of pleasure in her breasts.
The pain that racked one side of her body was suddenly indistinguishable from the tide of pleasure rising up inside her.
She shuddered convulsively and arched her back. Her sex jutted lewd and provocative between her thighs and Rodriguez growled again.
His hand reached out for her and at the first brush of his fingers across her inflamed flesh, she came.
The cock stuffed into her mouth stifled her cries as her body stiffened, then a long slow shudder rippled up from her belly and she pitched forward.
The Egyptian grunted once then his own hips arched up to bury his cock deep in her throat. For a long second he swelled hard then his climax burst into her to choke off even her muffled cries.
Stephanie squirmed desperately. Her body was in constant motion, racked again and again by the pulsing waves of orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Her breath was choked off by the thick streams of sperm jetting steadily into her throat and yet she couldn't let go of the jerking, spurting cock.
Her vision blurred and for a few seconds she almost fainted. Her throat worked convulsively as she gulped down the seemingly endless stream of sperm that filled her mouth and spurted out from between her lips.
A last, long shudder racked her and she collapsed, rolling onto her side between the Egyptian's thighs. His cock slipped loose from her lips and smeared wetly across her cheek and she felt a momentary stab of panic as she gasped for breath.
She pushed feebly against the sheet, wriggling her way back into position, her lips searching for the rapidly shrinking shaft of flesh.
From somewhere behind her Rodriguez growled softly and she scrambled harder, her backside clenching in anticipation of another beating.
Her lips found their target and Rodriguez growled again but this time it was a sound of satisfaction. She felt the relief well up inside her and sucked greedily on the Egyptian's cock, her tongue working busily around and around the heavy shaft until she was sure it was clean. Only then did she let him slip free once more, her heart pounding as she continued to kneel submissively between his thighs.
Rodriguez was still holding the whip and her jutting backside suddenly felt so vulnerable.
All it needed was a word and she would suffer the lash again.
"Yes, you've done a good job on her Rodriguez."
"Thank you, sir. Will that be all?"
Stephanie held her breath as the Egyptian pondered the question. His hand snaked down beneath her to fondle her breast and despite her fear she felt her nipple harden at once to his touch.
"So responsive! And so very submissive. But yes, Rodriguez, that will be all for now. I must not abuse Leoni's hospitality."
His voice held more than a tinge of regret and he kept his eyes fixed on Stephanie's naked and abused body until Rodriguez had hustled her from the room and closed the door behind them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
There was a luxury yacht moored in the bay. Stephanie saw it as she was led down to the beach for what she thought were her morning exercises, and she felt a deep pang of envy. Not for the wealth the yacht proclaimed, but rather for the freedom it represented.
The yacht also meant a guest, someone else to examine her with a view to buying her and taking her away. Her envy disappeared at once, replaced by a keener interest in its owner. He was sitting in the shade of a wide beach umbrella, enjoying a cool, refreshing drink with Leoni and barely looked up as Rodriguez halted her in front of him.
Mindful of Leoni's sharp gaze, she was careful to keep her eyes suitably downcast as she waited to be beckoned forward, but what she saw both interested and shocked her. The man was young, probably not yet forty, immaculately dressed and very handsome but it was the girl kneeling by his side that really caught her attention.
As young and as naked as Stephanie, she knelt submissively with her eyes downcast and her thighs parted. Stephanie could see that her pubic mound had been stripped of hair leaving the dark slit of her sex fully exposed. A heavy gold ring pierced the outer lips of her sex and smaller rings dangled from her nipples. All three rings were connected by a thick, gold chain and in addition, a leather leash was clipped to the ring between her thighs.
Stephanie felt a pulse beating rapidly in her throat as she surveyed the leash coiled neatly between the girl's thighs, imagining how it must feel to be pierced and led about in so intimate a manner. So absorbing was the thought that it was only with the greatest difficulty that she turned her attention back to the man himself. He was smiling up at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and she blushed as she realised he had so easily divined her thoughts.
"Interesting, isn't she?"
"Yes, master, but I didn't mean to be rude."
He dismissed the lapse with a shrug. "It's understandable. Fiona has that effect on people when they see her for the first time. Specially if there's a chance they might end up like her themselves."
Stephanie shivered in spite of the warmth of the morning and the man laughed out loud.
"Who knows, if I'm persuaded to bid for you, I might let you wear pretty gold rings just like hers. Would you like that?"
"It is as the master wishes."
He laughed again and beckoned her closer.
"Good answer. I can see Leoni has trained you well."
When she was close enough for him to reach out and touch her, Stephanie dropped to her knees and folded her arms high up behind her back. Leoni inclined her head in the briefest of nods and Stephanie breathed a silent sigh of relief. The man, too, nodded his approval and reached out to cup her breasts. Stephanie barely flinched as he squeezed her hard before proceeding to pinch her nipples between his fingers. At once they began to swell and ache deliciously, and she had to force herself to remain quiet and unmoving as he pinched her harder, tugging the swelling teats out from her breasts.
"Yes, she seems just like you said, but how do I know she isn't putting on an act?"
"She's all yours for the rest of the day. Give her any test you like, then try and tell me she's acting."
Stephanie caught her breath. She'd expected something like this but it still came as a shock to be handed over so casually to a complete stranger.
"All day? I can have her all day?"
Leoni nodded agreement. "I know you will come to appreciate her all the more." He laughed again and left hold of Stephanie to beckon to Rodriguez.
"You're a mean businesswoman, Leoni but I can't resist an offer like that... Rodriguez, take this Stephanie up to that delightful punishment room of yours and secure her between two of the whipping posts. I'll be along myself just as soon as I've finished this delicious drink."
Stephanie was stunned. As quickly as he had grabbed for her he had cast her aside. He totally ignored her as Rodriguez hauled her to her feet and hustled her back up the beach, but his murmured comment and Leoni's answering laughter rang out mockingly behind her. She couldn't get the thought of the young girl with the pierced nipples and sex out of her mind and she shuddered at the thought of what test might lie ahead of her this time. A man who could do such a thing to a beautiful young girl like that would be capable of anything.
She already knew she was to be whipped, why else had Rodriguez been instructed to tether her between the whipping posts ? She shuddered at the thought. Previous guests had hand slapped her or looked on while Rodriguez whipped her but this time was different. Leoni had promised the man he could have full use of her all day to do whatever he wished. She whimpered anxiously and Rodriguez glanced quickly across at her.
"Frightens you, does he?"
"Yes, master."
He grinned wickedly. "You are right to be afraid. Karl can be a cruel bastard and he likes his women to feel pain before they experience pleasure."
Stephanie shuddered, but Rodriguez would say no more as he hustled her up the stairs to the punishment room and positioned her between two of the posts. Without waiting to be told she spread her legs wide and reached out to grip the posts on either side of her. It was a long stretch and with her ankles and wrists firmly bound to the posts she would be helpless, her body open and exposed to whatever Karl wanted from her. She swallowed hard and fought back the trembling in her legs as Rodriguez tightened the straps around her.
"There, now, a very pretty sight."
Standing close up in front of her he ran his hands over her body before reaching up to grip her chin and tilt her head back. His eyes bored into hers and she felt the trembling return to her legs as he gazed at her.
"Don't let me down. Whatever happens today, don't you dare let me down."
With that he left her alone, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Stephanie breathed deeply, trying to prepare herself for whatever ordeal lay ahead and wondering how long she would have to wait. Not long. After less than half an hour she heard footsteps on the stairway and her heart began to beat faster. The door closed quietly and she resisted the temptation to turn her head and look.
"Over there, where she can see you." Stephanie wrinkled her brow at the confusing instruction then all became clear as Fiona stepped into view in front of her. The girl was still naked and chained, the leash dangling between her legs like an exotic tail. She took up a position about two metres away from where Stephanie stood tethered, spreading her legs wide and raising both arms over her head.
Her actions pulled the chains around her tight and Stephanie looked on breathless as Karl moved to stand behind her. He cupped her breasts in his hands and looked directly at Stephanie as he fondled her casually.
"You see how docile and obedient she is, Stephanie?"
Stephanie nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
"She's docile because she doesn't want me to whip her, but I'm going to anyway." Fiona shuddered almost imperceptibly as Karl let go of her and moved to the end wall of the room. Her eyes swivelled to watch him anxiously but she didn't move as he took his time deciding on a suitable whip. The one he finally chose sent another shudder rippling through the otherwise motionless girl and Stephanie shuddered in sympathy.
The whip was long and slender, a metre long lash of tight braided leather with a thick grip at the end. Fiona's eyes swivelled back as Karl took up position behind and to one side of her. She was having to force herself to remain still. Karl grinned across at Stephanie as he flicked out the whip and tested it's weight.
"She hates this, but she won't move or she gets more of the same."
Stephanie looked on wide eyed as he drew back his arm. There was a nerve wracking pause then he struck.
Swish! Thwack!
The smack of leather on flesh rang out like a gunshot. With blinding speed the lash smacked full across Fiona's taut backside and wrapped itself around her hips to sting the softer flesh of her belly. Fiona screamed out loud, twisting and writhing where she stood as the whip snaked to the floor about her feet. A thin red line darkened rapidly around the swell of her hips and Stephanie bit back an involuntary cry of sympathy.
Swish! Crack!
As fast as before, the whip flashed through the air from the opposite direction and again Fiona howled in anguish. Now both slender hips were striped with a painful weal and Stephanie wondered how many more strokes she could possibly endure. Already the tears were trickling down her cheeks and the uncontrolled squirming of her hips gave ample proof of the pain she was suffering.
"Turn around and let her see."
Karl sounded calm and in control of himself. The whip dangled casually from his hand as he watched his slave turning slowly around on the spot. Stephanie couldn't suppress a gasp of shock as the young girl's savaged backside came into view. Two angry welts throbbed against the reddened flesh, two welts that tracked perfectly straight across the still quivering globes of Fiona's bottom and disappeared around the curve of her hips.
Karl waited until she had turned a full circle, then moved close up behind her. His hand gripped her tortured behind, fingers stroking along the tracks of the lash while Fiona quivered and moaned softly.
"Fiona has a very low threshold of pain which makes the threat of a whipping an ideal incentive."
Stephanie gazed wide eyed at him. She was all too aware of the whip still dangling from his grasp and the fact that she was tethered helplessly before him.
"Take the whip."
Karl held it out in front of the still moaning Fiona, and she grasped it hesitantly.
"Now give Stephanie six and make them count or you'll get the same."
Stephanie gasped in shock. Six strokes from a horsewhip was bad enough, but to have them delivered by a girl in fear of suffering a similar flogging was unthinkable. When Rodriguez or the other guards beat her it was painful to be sure but somehow she knew they were always in control and would never thrash her too savagely. This was a whole new proposition. Fiona would be desperate to escape punishment herself and she had been expressly instructed to lay the strokes on hard.
Slowly, Fiona raised her head, her fingers tightening about the whip. Tears still glistened in her eyes but there was a look of determination there too that made Stephanie shudder. She bit her lip to avoid whimpering as the young girl moved out of sight behind her. The temptation to twist around and watch her was unbearable but she fought against it, concentrating instead on bracing herself for the coming onslaught.
Karl leaned back against the table, watching her closely, a half smile playing on his lips. His head nodded almost imperceptibly and Stephanie stiffened, sucking in her breath.
Swish! Thwack!
A line of fire blazed across her backside and whipped around to sear her belly. She jumped in her bonds, mouth open in a silent scream of anguish as the air was ripped from her lungs in an explosive rush. Her hips jerked forwards and back, bucking uncontrollably as the sharp pain bit into her. Karl smiled his pleasure at the sight and nodded again.
Swish! Thwack!
As hard and as fast as before, another fiery stripe blazed across Stephanie's defenceless backside. Again she jerked forward, breasts bouncing as she twisted against the straps binding her. Tears sprang from her eyes and it was all she could do to choke back a squeal of anguish. Two strokes only and already her bottom was on fire. She doubted her ability to withstand a further four but she had no choice.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Whack!
Striking from both left and right, Fiona laid a further two searing stripes across Stephanie's tingling backside, and Stephanie howled out loud, squirming desperately in a vain bid to evade the punishing assault on her tender flesh. Each time the whip smacked home, the tip curled wickedly around the curve of her hips to sting the soft flesh of her belly in an added increment of pain and torment. Her legs shook but so tightly was she stretched between the whipping posts that even the relief of sinking to her knees was denied her.
She twisted and moaned as the savage stinging spread out to encompass the whole of her bottom. Her body glistened under a sheen of sweat and her breath rattled hoarsely in her throat. She would have given anything to avoid or even postpone the remaining two strokes but Karl was implacable. His head dipped in the now hateful nod and Stephanie summoned up all of her reserves.
Swish! Thwack!
The air gushed from her lungs once more and her whole body writhed and twisted as the whip smacked full across the middle of her back and whipped round to sting the soft underside of her breasts. A fine mist of sweat sprayed out from where she had been so cruelly struck and as the slender weal reddened and throbbed, her body reacted to the abuse. Rapidly, her nipples swelled and hardened, throbbing and aching with an urgency that belied the sharp stinging stealing through her breasts. Karl noticed the change in her at once, his eyes widening slightly in surprise then his head dipped for the final time and Stephanie cried out loud in a confusion of fear and relief.
Swish! Whack!
Her breasts shook again and her cry was cut off short as the air gushed from her lungs. Her back and her breasts seemed on fire but still her nipples swelled, so engorged and hard now that she felt the throbbing ache as a separate pain above the hot stinging of the welts so vividly striping her.
The heat seemed to encompass her whole body, sweat streaming freely from her face and breasts. Her breasts heaved and shook as she gasped for breath and an errant tear trickled down her cheek but as well as the savage pain, a new feeling was beginning to claim her body.
Incredibly, after the savage whipping she had endured, she was aroused. She could feel the familiar wetness between her thighs, the soft inner lips of her sex swollen thick and squeezing urgently from her belly. Bound as she was there could be no hiding the evidence of her arousal and she straightened her back almost defiantly as she watched Karl's eyes drop to her belly and linger there. After what seemed like an age he raised his eyes and looked straight past her to where Fiona stood waiting anxiously for his verdict.
"I think you just saved yourself a thrashing, Fiona. Get her untied and we'll have some real fun."
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
As the straps around her wrists and ankles were untied, Stephanie let her arms drop to her sides and moved her feet a little closer together. She moved slowly, careful not to inflame the welts still stinging hot across her back and buttocks and mindful of the fact that Karl was still watching her intently.
Her whole body throbbed and ached and she longed to be able to rest against one of the whipping posts and gently rub her bruised flesh. She longed too for Karl to reach out and touch her, to cup her breasts or delve between her thighs to relieve the pent up arousal boiling up inside her.
As soon as the final strap fell away he raised one hand, forefinger extended, and twirled it in a circle. She understood the gesture and turned slowly where she stood.
"Stay!"
She paused with her back to him, breathing deeply and evenly to calm herself while he surveyed the ravaged cheeks of her backside.
Looks like Fiona really wanted to please me this time. You'll have trouble sitting down for days."
He laughed out loud at his own crude comments and ordered her to turn and face him once more. He was closer to her when she turned, standing so close up against her that she could feel his breath on her cheek. Instinctively she dropped her gaze, but he gripped her chin firmly in one hand and jerked her head up. His other hand stroked slowly down over her belly and Stephanie shivered in anticipation as she felt his fingers wandering through the neatly clipped vee of hair on her belly.
He smiled down at her, his fingers slipping easily between her thighs, and she shivered again as she sensed him close up against her yearning sex.
"You feel hot as a bitch on heat."
Stephanie bit her lip, unsure of whether or not an answer was required. The tip of a finger slipped inside her and she shuddered. Karl smiled at her again but his eyes lacked warmth.
"Let's find out just how hot."
He released his grip on her chin and stepped back abruptly, leaving Stephanie swaying in confusion.
"Drop that whip, Fiona, and get one of those benches over here."
Once again, Stephanie resisted the temptation to turn and look, but she could hear the girl panting as she hauled one of the heavy whipping benches across the floor. Karl's expression gave nothing away and Stephanie stood in an agony of suspense as the bench was manoeuvred into position behind her.
"Lie back on the bench."
At Karl's instruction, Stephanie lowered herself gingerly back onto the bench. She winced as her bruised back and buttocks came into contact with the cold leather, then she was down, her legs dangling over the end and her arms hanging limply on either side. A kind of relief flooded through her. Karl hadn't ordered her to lie face down so for now at least her backside was to be spared further punishment.
She was sure he intended to fuck her where she lay and she spread her legs wide, opening herself shamelessly to him in the way she had been taught. Karl crossed to the end wall and returned with a pair of handcuffs. He tossed them casually towards Fiona who bent at once and dragged Stephanie's arms under the bench, securing her wrists tightly.
The position forced Stephanie's shoulders flat to the bench and pushed her breasts up and out. Her back arched a little to ease the initial discomfort and her breasts jutted even more prominently to Karl's obvious delight.
"Now her feet. Same straps as before."
Stephanie pulled her feet back in towards the legs of bench, expecting her ankles to be secured there, but Karl had other plans. Fiona seized one of Stephanie's legs and hauled her foot up to the top of the nearest whipping post. With a few deft turns of a leather strap she bound Stephanie's ankle firmly in place and turned to repeat the operation with her other foot. Stephanie was now spread with her legs wide apart and lifted up in the air, so high up that her bottom was also lifted clear of the padded top of the bench.
She realised at once how vulnerable and exposed she was and had to fight hard to resist the urge to struggle. Karl was back studying the display of whips on the wall and she felt her stomach lurch as she realised he did indeed intend to whip her again. She watched dry mouthed as he selected a short, many thonged whip and swished it through the air a few times.
"Have you been beaten with this one?"
"Yes, master."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes, master."
Stephanie shuddered in dread. She remembered vividly how Rodriguez had secured her spread-eagled over a whipping bench and flayed her defenceless backside and thighs with that very whip. By themselves, the lashes were light and supple, barely strong enough to redden the skin, but combined with the dozen or so others making up the whip, the effect was devastating. She recalled how she had writhed and screamed as the lashes curled around her, seeking out and stinging her most tender, most intimate flesh. On that occasion she had been secured face down but this time...
She shuddered again. Fiona was still standing between her raised legs, staring straight ahead, her face impassive. Karl tossed her the whip and moved to stand alongside Stephanie's supine body. For a few minutes he toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb and smiling with a grim satisfaction when he succeeded in wresting a low moan from her lips.
He reached forward and ran his hands flat along the soft skin of her inner thighs and addressed himself directly to the waiting Fiona.
"I want you to whip her from here to here and most especially here."
His hands ran from Stephanie's knees right down to the wide parted cleft of her sex and backside and she forced herself to remain quiet as she imagined the savage sting of the slender lashes across her tender flesh. His fingers closed around her sex, gripping tight until at last he forced a stifled gasp from her.
"She's very sensitive here as I'm sure you've noticed."
Fiona nodded as Stephanie writhed urgently on the bench. Karl's fingers were clamped like a vice around the tender lips of her sex, pulling the soft folds of flesh clear of her body. The feeling was painful and yet strangely arousing, the persistent pressure of his fingers sending sharp spasms jolting through her vagina as he fingered her.
She could feel herself becoming wet again, her flesh sliding easily between his fingers as he stimulated her. Another moan, part arousal and part despair escaped from her lips. She could see him looking down at her, his expression one of amusement at her helplessness and beyond him stood Fiona, the whip held ready in her hand. Abruptly, his hand lifted clear and he nodded to the waiting girl.
"Begin!"
Fiona hesitated. "I'm sorry, master, but how many strokes?"
"Just begin!"
Stephanie wailed out loud then the first stroke whipped to sting her belly and her wails changed to a shocked gasp as the sharp pain flared through her. Spreading out in a wide fan, the slender lashes smacked down hard across the taut skin of her belly and her body bucked and heaved. Fiona stepped back half a pace and swung the whip again striking left and right in quick succession at the soft skin of Stephanie's spread and uplifted thighs.
The sudden pain as the little thongs curled and bit at her flesh was blinding, and Stephanie writhed against her bonds in a desperate but vain bid to escape the torment. Twice more Fiona ravaged her thighs, then the stroke Stephanie had been dreading hissed down. The slender lashes splayed out over the gaping lips of her sex, curling and flicking wickedly around the sensitive, quivering folds of her underbelly.
Her hips jerked up from the bench and at exactly that moment, Fiona swept the lash back into her in a wickedly timed uppercut stroke that seared her already punished backside. The little thongs were everywhere, biting and stinging at Stephanie's most intimate and tender flesh in a relentless, punishing assault.
Fiona was remorseless, her face set and impassive as she swept the stinging lash back and forth and up and down in a steady, unceasing rhythm. She seemed deaf to Stephanie's howls and pleas, blind to the tormented bucking and twisting of her hips and thighs as the thongs bit cruelly into her again and again.
Nothing else existed for Stephanie now except the relentless swish and smack of the whip. The savage sting of the thongs had gone beyond mere pain, replaced instead by a searing, all consuming heat radiating out from her belly and thighs. Her whole body was hot and bathed in sweat. Her head rolled limply from side to side and her voice was hoarse from her screams. Her breasts quivered and shook but her nipples were hard and erect. Despite the abuse she was suffering, or maybe because of it and the utter helplessness of her situation, she was becoming very aroused.
The thongs whipped down again across the open slash of her sex, raising a fine mist of sweat as they lashed into her. Her hips jerked up at the blow and she cried out loud at the stinging impact, but mingled with the sweat that sprayed from her were droplets of musky oil oozing steadily onto her widespread thighs. Her breathing, already harsh and ragged, quickened into urgent, panting gasps. Her body stiffened, held rigid and offered as the lash tore at her and when it struck her, long, slow shudders swept up from her belly and shook her jutting, hard nippled breasts.
Through the red mist that clouded her eyes she saw Karl reaching out for her, his eyes glinting with lust. His hands closed over her breasts and she shuddered once more, arching her back, submitting to his caress and offering herself up to the stinging lash.
"Enough!"
The lash smacked down hard one final time and Stephanie felt her body heave in response, then she fell back onto the bench and lay quivering and moaning softly as the heat of the thrashing flared through her. Karl's hands were firm around her breasts, squeezing her and holding her down. He glanced down at her briefly then turned on Fiona, his voice harsh and urgent.
"Don't just stand there. Go down on her!"
Stephanie's eyes widened in shock. She had never experienced intimacy with another woman, and the idea both repelled and excited her in equal measure.
She gasped out loud and shuddered as she felt Fiona kneel and press her mouth against her tender, abused flesh. The girl's mouth was cool against her flayed skin and the pressure of her lips briefly sent the stinging pain soaring to new heights before a rush of arousal rushed through her belly and swept the pain aside. She was no longer repelled at the thought of another woman pleasuring her: all that mattered was the release of the emotions boiling up inside her.
She shuddered again and moaned softly, excitement stirring strongly inside her as she felt the first tentative probings of Fiona's tongue. Karl squeezed her breasts harder then Fiona's tongue stabbed deep into her sex and Stephanie arched her back, thrusting her hips urgently up as a sharp spasm gripped her. She could feel Fiona's lips clamped around her sex, the surprisingly hard yet supple length of her tongue penetrating deep into her belly.
Her hips jerked hard as a series of short sharp spasms rippled through her and Fiona thrust her tongue deeper into her. It was like a small busy animal buried deep inside her, darting and flicking around the quivering membranes of her vagina. Fiona was sucking at her too, drawing the hot, wet inner lips of her sex back into her mouth in a slow but relentless pull that had Stephanie gasping and squirming.
Her belly rippled and she surrendered herself to the persistent stimulation of the young woman's eager tongue, eyes misting and breasts shaking as her orgasm claimed her. She felt Karl gripping her breasts, holding her down onto the bench, but nothing could hold back the flood of emotion that swept through her like a raging tide.
Her whole body heaved and shook and she cried out over and over again as orgasm after orgasm swept through her. Each time she felt she was drained, Fiona took her to new heights, her tongue spearing deep into her now streaming slit and triggering a new rush of release.
Stephanie felt her head spin, her whole body alive with exquisite passions as she came over and over again. No man penetrating deep into her had ever triggered so many orgasms and she felt faint and dizzy as Fiona worked at her over and over again until all she could do was lie back exhausted and let the feelings wash through her in an unstoppable flood.
Her body still quivered and shook but she was spent, exhausted and unable to respond with more than a low sobbing moan.
"Enough."
Dimly, Stephanie felt the hands and lips lifted from her body. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath and sweat streamed from her body. Only gradually did the room come back into focus and when she looked around for Karl she saw him fastening Fiona down onto a whipping bench. She watched wide eyed, wondering why Karl should be so angry with the girl that he wished to punish her, but when he straightened from securing her ankles it was not to whip her.
Instead of a whip, he held a broad leather strap which he used to gag her tightly before turning his attention back to Stephanie. She saw he held a similar strap for her and without waiting to be told, opened her mouth wide. The leather was hard against her lips and Karl tied it tight behind her head before smiling down at her.
"It's time for lunch and I don't want you two girls to get chatting while I'm gone."
His hand wandered down to her breast, and Stephanie felt her nipples harden at once as he fondled her.
"Still keen for more, eh? Maybe I'll send a couple of the guys up to keep you both amused. How about it, Fiona?"
Fiona twisted her head towards him, her eyes pleading silently as he grinned wickedly. He fondled Stephanie's breasts one final time then laughed out loud and strode briskly from the room. Behind him, the two girls lay tethered and silent, each avoiding the other's eyes and immersed in their own private thoughts and fears.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
"Well?" Leoni forked a generous helping of salad onto her plate and raised a quizzical eyebrow at Karl.
"She wasn't bad. I think she'll show definite promise with a little more training."
Leoni laughed out loud, her eyes twinkling.
"She's better than that - and you know it."
Karl shrugged and conceded the point. "OK then, she's a natural." Karl chewed thoughtfully for a few moments. "I'll pay you two million for her. Today."
"Only two? There are others interested, you know."
"Two and a half, maximum. In gold."
Leoni pretended to consider the offer carefully then smiled mischievously. "I've been offered that much already."
"From whom?"
"Both the Egyptian and the Greek were prepared to offer that much last week and I'm sure they'll go a lot higher."
Karl considered the information. It was Leoni's custom never to mention her clients by name but he knew both of the men she had mentioned.
"What about the Colombian?"
"I think he has other problems right now. I understand American Customs have been very busy lately."
Karl nodded. "That's what I heard, too. So, it narrows the field a little."
"Not enough to cause me to lose any sleep and I can always hang onto the little slut for longer if it suits me."
"True... I'll raise the offer to three million."
Leoni laughed again. "She must have made a good impression. Maybe I'll sit in on the next session and see just how good she is."
Karl pushed his plate aside and leaned forward intently. "Three million, Leoni. Today. In gold."
"Tempting, Karl, but you know I can't make private deals. It would be unethical."
"Ethics! Trading in girls and you hide behind ethics."
"I have to draw a line somewhere, Karl and I like to give everyone an equal chance. How would you feel if I'd sold her last week without letting you try her out? No, well, the auction is in ten days time, that's not long to wait."
"She'll cost a damn sight more than three million in ten day's time."
Leoni shrugged, her smile dispelling any hint of malice in her reply. "That's business, Karl." He accepted the defeat graciously and resumed his meal. "By the way, where have you left the girl?"
Karl grinned wickedly at the memory. "I left her with Fiona up in that punishment room. Both of them are strapped down on those neat little benches and I suppose by now a couple of your young men will be keeping them amused."
Leoni grinned too, her passions aroused by the thought of the two young girls suffering so helplessly while she dined in comfort and luxury. A tight knot curled in her belly at the knowledge that very soon she would be lying naked in bed with this man. He would make love to her slowly, arousing her with his fingers and his lips, arousing her until she was hot and panting with lust for him. He would penetrate her then, easing the throbbing length of his thick cock fully into her and fucking her slowly, careful to make sure she herself was fully satisfied before allowing himself to climax.
The contrast with the two girls strapped to the hard benches in the punishment room was stark. She would be free to move, to use her hands on herself and on her lover, heightening her own passion and eventual pleasure. They on the other hand had no freedom at all. Strapped tight to the benches, their legs lewdly spread, they could only lie passively while one or maybe even two of the young guards thrust their cocks casually into them.
There would be no sensuous foreplay, no slow, smouldering arousal, only the quick, hard thrusting of a cock between their thighs. Stephanie might experience an orgasm, such treatment always seemed to stimulate her but Fiona...
Leoni smiled as she recalled Fiona. She often wondered how Fiona had succeeded in arousing the jealousy of another woman. With her preference for other girls rather than men, Fiona had been something of a novelty and she had been shocked at the training she had received here. Leoni was sure that even now the girl had still not accepted her role as Karl's plaything and she knew that was a large part of the unfortunate girl's attraction for him.
He would want Stephanie for different reasons that she could only guess at, but she was sure he wanted her.
"Didn't you fuck the little slut yourself, Karl?"
She already knew the answer to that. The well concealed video cameras around the punishment room had revealed everything to her in sharp focus, but Karl didn't know that and she was interested in his reply.
"There'll be plenty of time for that later, and I thought lunch with you was a more attractive proposition."
"How sweet of you, Karl, but would it be lunch or the siesta afterwards that you found so attractive?"
Karl smiled, his expression almost boyish. "That really rather depends on you." Leoni reached up and undid two buttons on her blouse, gently nudging the garment open to reveal a generous expanse of cleavage.
"If you promise me you'll perform as well as the last time I should think you're onto a sure thing." Karl's eyes gleamed and he licked his lips slowly at the tantalising glimpse of her breasts. His cock felt suddenly thick, pressing urgently against the front of his elegantly tailored shorts. The afternoon that lay ahead was suddenly full of promise.
CHAPTER THIRTY
"I trust both of you little sluts had a pleasant afternoon?" Karl's mirthless chuckle implied he knew very well that the preceding hours had been anything but pleasant for either Stephanie or Fiona. For both of them the afternoon had been long, hot and uncomfortable. Hungry and thirsty, they had lain strapped tight to the whipping benches for hours. Their arms and legs ached abominably and both of them would have given anything to be released.
For Fiona in particular, the afternoon had been a nightmare. The young guards had wandered in and out of the room throughout the afternoon and without exception, all of them had fucked her where she lay. To be sure, they had fondled and fingered Stephanie, bringing her panting and gasping to the brink of orgasm again and again but it was Fiona they fucked.
She had sobbed and moaned into her gag as cock after cock had impaled her, thrusting hard and fast inside her and smearing her sex and inner thighs with sticky trails of sperm. Stephanie guessed she didn't really care for men and that this was something Karl had arranged before leaving them, but she would gladly have traded places with the wretched girl as she herself lay panting with frustration.
Now at last Karl had returned, and while her stomach lurched at the prospect of further torments, there was at least the chance that she would be freed from her hideously uncomfortable bondage. Her eyes followed him as he wandered casually across to where she lay, his eyes flicking quickly over her body and noting the absence of sperm streaking her belly.
"Such a shame. I heard the guys all went for Fiona. How very disappointing for you." He wandered off to inspect Fiona and nodded in satisfaction at the sight of her well used and ravaged sex. "They left you in a real fucking mess. We'd better see about getting you cleaned up."
Wandering back to Stephanie, he unloosed her bonds and removed the leather strap gag from her mouth.
"All right, on your feet and get over beside Fiona."
Stephanie staggered, wincing as feeling rushed back into her legs. She licked her lips and worked her jaw in an effort to get some moisture back into her mouth as she followed Karl back across the room. He positioned her straddling Fiona's prone body, facing down towards her belly, and she blushed at the thought of the young girl staring straight up into her sex. Close to, she could see the still swollen and bruised lips of Fiona's sex, crusted with streaks of dried sperm and bisected by the thick gold ring.
The ring fascinated her so much that she almost missed what Karl was saying.
"Now Fiona did something for you this morning, so I think it's only fair that you return the favour."
Stephanie felt her skin crawl. She knew what was coming but this was something she had never done before. All the same, she knew the penalty for failure only too well and steeled herself to carry out the task as Karl spelled it out for her.
"As you can see, Fiona is in a real mess. I want you to bend forward and clean her up with that sexy little mouth of yours."
Fiona stirred beneath her and Stephanie wondered briefly if she was finding the prospect exciting. Glancing down, she could just see Fiona's breasts, the gold chain between them pulled taut. Her nipples definitely seemed to be swelling and Karl chuckled.
"Yes, you sucking on her cunt will give her a real thrill, so get on with it."
He backed up his command with a sharp slap to her backside and Stephanie bent slowly forward. She could smell the mingled aromas of male and female arousal and licked her lips quickly as her face neared Fiona's parted thighs. Her breasts dangled heavily beneath her, pressing against the smooth skin of Fiona's belly, and she felt a quick spasm rippling the taut flesh beneath her.
She wondered briefly at the spectacle she was presenting. legs straddled, back bent, her sex and bottom jutting up and out behind her. She knew Karl was there somewhere, his eyes feasting on her lewd display, and she felt a brief frisson of excitement as she bent closer to Fiona's waiting sex.
Her tongue darted out and she was rewarded with the salty taste of sperm as she licked around the gaping slit. Fiona shuddered beneath her, easing her hips fractionally higher and at once the aroma of female arousal came stronger. Twice more Stephanie licked around the open lips. Twice more, Fiona responded and Stephanie took a deep breath. Her lips clamped around the dark slit and her tongue speared inside.
The taste of sperm was stronger there, but another muskier taste underlaid it. She recognised it at once. She had tasted it often enough on the hand of her captors when they had fingered her to arousal then made her lick them clean. She had tasted it on the cocks that had penetrated her, fucking her casually before being arrogantly thrust between her lips to be licked clean once more.
This was the taste of arousal and Fiona was becoming very aroused.
She could feel the young girl writhing beneath her. Her tongue speared deeper and the writhing intensified. Her breasts jiggled, nipples swelling against Fiona's squirming belly, and she felt her own excitement mounting. Her lips clamped harder and she sucked, drawing Fiona's sex into her mouth. A flood of mingled sperm and female juices poured into her throat and she gagged briefly, swallowing hard before bending once more to her erotic task.
Soft folds of Fiona's flesh filled her mouth and her tongue speared deeper into the hot dark recesses of the young girl's belly. Her writhing became more urgent, her hips thrusting up and gently crushing Stephanie's tingling breasts. She could feel herself responding, her sex wet and open - and then Karl grabbed her.
She gasped and almost let Fiona slip loose from her mouth as he penetrated her. He was long and thick, stretching her wide and driving deep into her. Her back arched, then his weight drove her forward, pressing her face down into Fiona's quivering slit. Her lips gripped tight and her tongue stayed buried deep in Fiona, but now it moved in response the the steady thrusting in and out of her own sex.
Her body rocked, Karl's hips smacking hard into her upthrust backside as he filled her with each stroke and, she felt her excitement mounting.
Fiona writhed urgently beneath her, but Stephanie cared only for the man behind her. She spread her legs wider and rose up onto her toes, dragging him deeper. She felt hot, sweat pouring from her and mingling with the perspiration already glistening on Fiona's body. Her breasts slid back and forth over Fiona's sweat slicked belly, nipples throbbing and tingling as they swelled harder and tighter.
She could feel her self control slipping away, then Karl wrenched himself out of her and she wailed desperately into Fiona's still quivering slit. Almost at once he impaled her again and her wails turned to screams as he bored his way into her backside. He bucked and jerked then he was deep inside her and she felt the sudden surge of pleasure eclipsing the searing pain as he thrust steadily.
The last shreds of her control ebbed away and as she felt him stiffening against her, a surge of release swept through her. Her body shook and quivered and she cried out over and over again as her orgasm burst. Fiona lay trembling but forgotten beneath her, and even the steady spurting of Karl's cock as he climaxed deep inside her could not detract from the wild feelings of release raging through her.
All the pent up frustrations of the afternoon poured out of her in an unstoppable flow that went on and on until exhaustion pitched her gasping and trembling onto Fiona's belly. She didn't know if the young girl had climaxed and she didn't care.
She was so far gone she didn't even care whether or not she had succeeded in satisfying Karl. He zipped himself up and regarded her thoughtfully. She was lying prone and exhausted across the still tethered Fiona. Both her sex and backside gaped red and open where he had impaled her and between her thighs her flesh still quivered convulsively. He could see the exhaustion on her face but there was something else too.
Stephanie had the look of a supremely satisfied woman. Despite the bondage, beatings and degradations he had heaped on her, she had responded beyond everything Leoni had led him to expect and once recovered she would be ready for more. As he left the room, Stephanie stirred. Somehow she knew she had passed a final test. She was ready now for whatever the future held for her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
As the girls filed from the dining area to their cells, Rodriguez reached out and pulled Stephanie from the line.
She waited alone, dry mouthed and anxious, while the other girls were chained up for the night. Then her young guards came back into the room. They were all there, Juan, Jos�, Stefan. Marco and last of all, Rodriguez.
She licked her lips and backed away slightly as they gathered round her in a loose half circle. There was little doubt in her mind what was coming and already the familiar perverse pulse of excitement was beginning to throb next to her heart.
As always, Rodriguez was the spokesman for the group.
"You're leaving us tomorrow, Stephanie, and I think you should leave the guys something to remember you by."
Her heart skipped a beat. Tomorrow ! She was to be auctioned tomorrow. She'd expected it for days but to hear it from Rodriguez seemed so final that she felt a momentary stab of real fear.
The young men crowded close around her as though expecting her to break down and attempt an escape, but she pulled herself together quickly. Like everything else she had endured since Rodriguez had brought her here, there was nothing she could do to resist. Squaring her shoulders she glanced around the half circle, reading the eagerness in the eyes locked onto her breasts and belly, knowing what was to come and readying herself for it.
Rodriguez nodded and at once she felt her arms seized. Willing hands closed around her hips and she was lifted, carried backwards and laid flat on the dining table. Her legs dangled over the edge and she remembered how she had first been laid there so many weeks ago, the young guards crowding close to fuck her for the first time. They were crowding close now but she felt calm and relaxed. The pulse beat stronger inside her and she could feel her spirit churning in the first flush of arousal.
Almost languidly, she stretched her arms back over her head, arching her back and thrusting her breasts up and out. Her nipples stirred and hardened, swelling rapidly to point stiffly at the ceiling. Her legs fell open, parting wide to shamelessly reveal the dark inviting slash of her sex.
"Geez! Did you ever see a girl so ready to be fucked?"
She smiled quietly at the crude comment. From these men it amounted to a compliment.
"Do we just fuck her?"
"No, let's smack her about a bit first."
A shudder ran through Stephanie's stretched and submissive body, but it was a reaction born of excitement rather than fear.
"Yeah, careful though, we can't afford to have her marked for the auction tomorrow," Rodriguez decided. His thick forefinger traced a line from the tip of her sex down to the deep cleft of her backside. "Hands only, and we smack her from here to here."
There was a chorus of assent and Stephanie stiffened, bracing herself for the first stinging slaps. Hands gripped her legs, spreading her wider then bending her knees and pushing her thighs back along her body. Her hips rose above the level of the table top, her bottom jutting up and out. She lay obscenely splayed, her sex gaping wide and the darker, tighter opening to her belly plainly on show. She lay passive but her heart was beating fast and a faint sheen of sweat was beginning to glisten over the firm curves of her breasts.
For a few brief seconds there was an expectant hush in the room, then the first slap rang out like a gunshot. Stephanie gasped and jerked, her sex rippling under the hard, calloused fingers that smacked into her. A second slap smacked down then another and another. Her taut skin was becoming hot and wet, her sex peeling ever wider under the stinging assault.
She gasped and wriggled, thrusting her hips higher to meet the stinging slaps. The assault shifted to her backside, hard, repeated slaps whipping into the taut cheeks, reddening and rippling her flesh. More slaps rained down on the tender skin of her inner thighs and she writhed and heaved.
The assault was relentless, not an inch of her soft skin escaping the rain of hard handed blows. The heat of the spanking seared the whole of her backside and belly and she gasped and moaned with a mounting urgency and desperation as she felt her sex lips quivering. Whenever she was smacked there, a fine mist lifted from her flesh and she shuddered and cried out aloud. The sheen of sweat now glistened over the whole of her body, her tight, erect nipples gleaming under the lights.
She wanted to shout out to them, beg them to fuck her, but the words wouldn't come. Her breath was being driven out of her with every new slap and all she could manage were stifled gasps and moans. Someone grabbed her breasts, squeezing hard, and she arched her back sharply, thrusting herself up, offering herself shamelessly. She was writhing and squirming so hard she never felt the spanking cease. All she felt was the sudden thrust of a cock deep inside her and the stretching of her most tender flesh as she was penetrated and her orgasm erupted.
Eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging slack as she gasped for breath, she twisted desperately on the table. The tender, taut flesh of her belly ground hard against the hips of the man impaling her, driving her on and on in an unstoppable rush of pleasure. She felt the sudden jerking and spurting deep inside her but was still trembling and gasping as Marco slipped out of her and ceded his place to Jos�.
Jos� impaled her backside, driving hard into her and snapping her eyes open as the sharp pain lanced up into her belly. She screamed out loud then his belly smacked hard into the still swollen and gaping lips of her sex and triggered a second orgasm. Her back arched tighter, dragging him deep into her, revelling in the feel of his thickness moving beneath the still tingling membranes of her vagina.
The soft lips bulged out between her thighs, spurting Marco's sperm down along the parted crease of her backside, and she lost control. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her and when Jos� spent himself inside her and yielded his place to Stefan, she barely registered the change.
Stefan plunged his cock deep into her streaming sex, pumping her rapidly. Her breasts shuddered and shook as his hips slapped against her again and again. Another wave of pleasure overwhelmed her senses and a mist of sweat clouded her eyes. She could hear herself sobbing and moaning, breasts heaving as she gasped for breath, then the air was driven from her lungs as Stefan wrenched his cock from her sex and drove hard into the still dripping mouth of her backside.
A long, shuddering spasm rippled through her and as Stefan's belly ground hard against her she climaxed again and again until she lay spent and exhausted. Dimly, she felt herself being lifted from the table. She was turned and laid face down on the hard floor, her breasts and belly quivering as they touched the cold stone.
"Up on your knees!"
In a daze, she pushed herself to her knees to find Juan towering over her. His erect cock speared towards her mouth and she barely had time to open her lips to receive him. Her cheeks bulged and flushed a deep red as he filled her mouth and drove on towards the back of her throat. Choking and gasping, she reared back, gripping him tight between her lips and sucking hard. He grunted his satisfaction and reached down to grasp a handful of her hair, holding her still while he thrust steadily in and out of her.
Stephanie sucked harder, laving the sensitive underside of him with her tongue, feeling him swelling harder and thicker as his climax approached. The hot sperm rushed along the straining length of his cock and he jammed himself deep inside her mouth.
Stephanie almost choked. He was deep enough to jet the sticky fluid straight into her throat and she swallowed convulsively over and over again until he pulled out of her and she fell forward, shuddering and gasping.
"Get her up, over here."
Rodriguez urged the others on and once more Stephanie was lifted and carried across the room. She saw Rodriguez standing beside a tall stool. He stepped back to make room as she was laid on her belly across it, then he moved back close and pressed a heavy hand down into the small of her back. The top of the stool was small, her breasts dangling over one edge and her hips jutting out at the other. Her arms and legs dangled limply, her toes only just scraping the floor.
Without waiting for Rodriguez to tell her, she spread her legs wide, muscles clenching at the strain. Her sex and backside were laid open to him, the weight of his hand pressing her down onto the hard wood and holding her still.
She felt him move and braced herself then the first slap whipped in. It rang out loud, the sound and the white hot flash of pain intensified by the sticky wetness smearing her sex and backside. She yelped and wriggled, but Rodriguez pressed down harder, holding her prostrate and helpless while he rained a welter of stinging smacks onto her already tender belly and thighs.
Behind her, she could hear the others calling out in encouragement. Their cries were loud but even so they were almost drowned out by the relentless and merciless rhythm of the smacks whipping into her. She howled and twisted, her belly and backside on fire once more. Her legs kicked wildly then a sharp spasm gripped her, stiffening her against the stool. Rodriguez whipped more stinging smacks in on her but now the fiery heat was inside her and each new slap fuelled her rapidly spiralling arousal.
He sensed her mounting excitement and stepped quickly round between her straddled thighs. His cock was already massively stiff and erect and without hesitation he plunged it hard into her. Stephanie screamed her relief, bucking and writhing so wildly that she almost tumbled off the stool.
Rodriguez held her hips tight, lifting her up and tipping her forward. His cock plunged deeper into her and she screamed again, arms flailing as spasm after spasm racked her body. Her breasts swung and banged off the legs of the stool and the hard edge of the seat dug into her ribs, but she was beyond caring.
She was still shuddering and heaving when Rodriguez climaxed inside her. Even when she was lifted from the stool and laid on the floor, she continued to shiver and shudder gently. Her sex, her backside and the inside of her thighs glowed red and sore. Thick trails of sperm smeared her belly and oozed from her sex and backside. Her face was red and flushed and her hair was a mess, but she radiated deep satisfaction from every pore of her body.
A long time later she dragged herself into the shower and when Rodriguez finally chained her to her bed for the last time, she fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Auction day dawned. Her auction day. Stephanie wasn't roused with the others but allowed to sleep late. Even so, long weeks of routine meant that she was awake early and she lay in nervous anticipation of the day ahead until Rodriguez came to release her.
She showed no physical signs of her final ordeal beyond a slight bruising and colouring around her sex but he judged that would fade during the course of the morning. Instead of the usual morning shower, she was taken straight into the house proper and installed in a first floor bedroom. The windows were tightly shuttered and the door was locked behind her, but compared to the cell she had occupied for weeks it was sheer luxury.
The bed was soft and comfortable and there was a fully fitted en suite bathroom. Attended by Leoni's personal maid, she took a long relaxing bath and ate a hearty breakfast. She was then massaged for an hour, the scented and soothing oils worked carefully into every inch of her body until she was so relaxed she almost fell asleep where she lay. Lunch was a light salad then she was left alone with orders to sleep until the maid came for her again.
Sleep was difficult.
She knew the buyers would be arriving throughout the day. Perhaps they were already here? Her mind whirled. Which one of them would bid the highest for her? Where would she be taken and what would be expected of her?
It seemed her head had scarcely touched the pillow when she felt the maid shaking her awake. Again she bathed and sat in front of a mirrored dressing table while the girl attended to her hair and make up. Her whole situation suddenly seemed unreal and she felt a momentary stab of panic as she looked at her reflection.
She was a very different person now from the innocent young girl she had been. Her body was altogether leaner and fitter and her eyes smouldered with a barely concealed lust that she had never suspected could exist. The make up seemed to enhance the effect and the maid smiled almost conspiratorially at her as she completed the final touches.
"We go now.."
Numbly, Stephanie followed the girl to the door where the familiar figure of Rodriguez stood waiting. He nodded his approval and led her through the house and down into the barn. They entered through a back entrance, directly onto the stage, and Stephanie caught her breath when she saw the frame to which Sarah Jayne had once been tethered standing behind the closed curtains.
She offered no resistance as Rodriguez strapped her in place, holding her head high and proud as her arms and legs were spread wide. With a last squeeze of her breasts, Rodriguez was gone and she was alone with her thoughts. The curtains were thick and blotted out all sounds, then the lights around the base of the frame blazed to life and she felt her heartbeat leap.
The curtains swung back and she peered forward but there was nothing to see. The spotlights cocooned her in a bright cage of light that plunged everything beyond into total blackness. Slowly, the frame began to spin, turning her spread and open body every which way and exposing her fully to her unseen audience. The motion was gentle, soothing almost, with only the ever shifting tug of the straps around her wrists and ankles to keep her alert.
She wondered who was out there. Who was bidding for her as she spun so lewdly on display? She thought of the Greek and shuddered. The Egyptian had been better but no less demanding. She thought of Karl and the hapless Fiona and her sex twitched. She wondered if her audience could see and discovered she didn't care. She was about to be sold to the highest bidder. That bidder would own her and use her as he saw fit and she couldn't afford to care about anything other than pleasing whoever that was.
Even though she was expecting it, the sound of Leoni's gavel banging down caused her to jump a little and drove home the realisation that she had been sold as easily as an article in a regular auction, without her having any say in the matter.
"Closing at three million, seven hundred thousand dollars."
Stephanie gasped. Over three and a half million dollars! It seemed such a lot of money and she shivered as she considered that without a doubt her new owner, whoever he was, would require a lot in return.
"Any more bids, gentlemen?"
There was a long pause during which Stephanie held her breath, then the gavel banged down a final time.
"SOLD!"
BONUS PAGES ASH AND TREI Rex Saviour was inspired by this book to do some additional material for fun. It was not included, of course.
CHAPTER FOUR
... from the end of the hallway, a handsome young man was approaching Stephanie. Like the driver who had brought her here he was dressed in shorts and a vest. His tanned muscles rippled as he strutted along. Around his waist he wore a plaited leather belt, and dangling from the belt was a short, thick whip. She choked back a muffled cry of despair, but the man made no attempt to touch her. Instead, he leaned casually back against the opposite wall a few metres further down from where she stood tethered.
"I am Ash," he said.
Then he clapped his hands.
The sound rang out like a gunshot in the silence and moments later a young woman came running gracefully towards him. If it were not for her gag, Stephanie would have gasped out loud at the erotic sight. The woman was as naked as she was herself. Her fine supple body was evenly tanned to golden brown all over and she was truly beautiful, a magnificent animal. Her neat bare breasts jiggled delightfully as she hurried to Ash on tiptoe, her hands clasped behind her back in an attitude of total submission. Her firm but still feminine muscles rippled smoothly under her taut glistening skin.
"This creature has no name," said Ash scornfully, taking her chin in his hand as she halted before him and turning her face for Stephanie to inspect. "But you may call her Trei." That seemed to amuse him. "Ash and Trei!" he said, as if it was a splendid joke. "My ashtray!"
The girl called Trei halted in front of Ash and stood at attention, but with her hands still behind her back, eyes fixed on his. Her manner showed fear, and she was evidently waiting for orders. Under his gaze she drew herself even more erect and put her hands on top of her head. Even her golden flesh was quivering.
Stephanie knew the young man was watching her, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. He snapped his fingers and the naked young woman knelt on the floor in front of him. The hands of the girl went to the zipper of the man's shorts, easing it carefully down and reaching inside to extract his already half erect cock and raising it to her mouth.
Then she put her hands back on top of her head and leant forward to lick gently, ever so reluctantly and fearfully, around the still swelling shaft.
Then she started to suck it slowly in between her lips.
Stephanie was fascinated. Most of her past boyfriends had wanted her to perform this very act, but she had never been very willing. She had tried on a few occasions but she had found the act awkward and not particularly arousing. Certainly she had never carried it to its conclusion, being a little repelled by the thought of sticky liquid that should properly be deposited deep in her vagina being expelled instead into her throat.
This was different. What she was witnessing was a scene of total degradation. The young woman was kneeling passively, with her hands clasped behind her back, but her whole body seemed alive with an inner fire as she licked and sucked the now rigid shaft of flesh spearing her mouth. It seemed to Stephanie that she was desperate to please the man she was submitting to, eager for him to spurt his juices deep into her. Her lips and tongue roamed over him constantly, never leaving him, sucking him deep into her mouth over and over again.
It was the most erotic spectacle Stephanie had ever witnessed. She realised she was holding her breath, willing the woman to drive the man on to the now inevitable climax. Her heart pounded and heat flared to her face but she couldn't tear her eyes away.
The climax came suddenly. The man stiffened against the wall, hips jerking and pumping to drive his cock deeper into the woman's mouth as he climaxed. She took him in desperation, swaying back and forth, head dipped forward to keep him clamped firmly between her lips as he filled her mouth with his sperm, her hands still clasped behind her back.
Stephanie could see her throat working in quick convulsive jerks as she swallowed as much of him as she could. After what seemed like an age he relaxed and slipped free of her lips and she swallowed hard before reaching for him out again with open mouth. Now it was her tongue only, curling around and around the rapidly shrinking shaft, licking him clean.
At last he reached down and pushed her away so that she sprawled on the ground as he replaced his cock and zipped up his shorts. She rose to her feet and stood at attention before him, straight and graceful as a willow tree. Stephanie saw that she was quivering with fright as he laid a hand on the whip. Then, at a harsh gesture from him, she turned her back to him and quickly spread her legs wide and bent over, legs rigidly straight, stretching down to grasp her slim ankles firmly in both hands.
Now her unblemished golden flesh was taut everywhere, her bottom pulled into a tight succulent curve, her firm but neat breasts dangling invitingly beneath her. Between her thighs the deep red slash of her sex gaped lewdly, a faintly discernable twitching of the open lips the only movement as she waited.
She must be dreading what she knew was to come, for her bottom flesh was quivering in dread, but she held her pose. The man looked mockingly at Stephanie as he lit a fat cigar. The bent over girl flinched at the sound of the match, but stayed still but for the faint shivering that ran all over her.
The man was in no hurry.
After a few puffs he held the tip of the cigar to her buttocks, and she flinched away so much from the heat that Stephanie wondered if sometimes he burned her. Every few puffs he did this, sometimes holding the glowing tip to her sex, which caused her even greater agitation and made her squirm like a snake. But if he was in the habit of pushing it into her he did not do so on this occasion.
At last he dropped the butt and ground it out under his heel. Perhaps he did not wish to mark her flawless flesh at that moment...
Now, with calm unhurried movements, he unhitched the whip from his belt and moved to stand behind the bending girl. Her whole body stiffened, but still she held her pose even as he cracked it close to her waiting buttocks. Stephanie looked on wide eyed as he drew back his arm again and slashed it forward with a speed that took her by surprise. The whip hissed through the air, a slender black blur that exploded with a shattering smack across the upthrust buttocks before him.
Stephanie jumped and she felt her stomach lurch. To have such a blow fall across the taut waiting flesh must be unbearable. She expected Trei to scream, but there was only a muffled grunt. Stephanie stared in disbelief. There was no disguising the pain flaring through the body that was being beaten. The girl's buttocks were twitching and squirming madly and her eyes were screwed tight shut. A tear escaped at the corner of one eye and tricked down her flawless cheek, but she didn't cry out.
Another stroke whipped down and another, almost driving her forward onto her knees. Her backside glowed bright red now, her flesh rippling and twitching with a life of its own. Her face was contorted with the pain that she refused to acknowledge. It occurred to Stephanie that the unfortunate creature might be forbidden from crying out on pain of further punishment...
Once more she was both fascinated and repelled by the sight of a cruel whipping being so casually delivered, presumably just to impress her. But she was impelled to watch, to see if the woman's spirit would break.
She never found out.
As the fourth stroke smacked home the man barked out a sharp command. At once the woman sprang to attention, unable to suppress a sharp gasp as the pain gripped her tortured backside.
At a command from the man, she came and bent over in front of Stephanie, facing away, and clasped her ankles as before. The sight of those abused buttocks was enough. It was a lesson Stephanie would never forget. Ash looked at her, raising an eyebrow, and then he struck a match and a puff of smoke blown into her face nearly made her choke.
This man was certainly a sadist. She felt infinitely sorry for the wretched girl he controlled. Such a beautiful creature, and totally at his mercy it seemed. Possibly he owned her. If so, her life must be one long torment which he would enjoy making as painful as he could out of the sheer delight in cruelty.
He puffed on the cigar to make its tip as hot as he could, then at a word the girl turned and stood up straight, hands high in the air, presenting her shaven sex to him.
She was crying now and her eyes were screwed up tight as the glowing tip of the cigar came near enough for her to feel the heat.
Again he looked at Stephanie and smiled, but he shook his head and gave another command. Trei opened her eyes and stood there, her eyes on the cigar, making no sound but sobbing nevertheless.
After what seemed like an age he put his cigar back between his lips and gestured down the corridor from which she had emerged. She she turned to face it, stiffly at attention but on her toes now.
Ash turned to Stephanie, to be sure that she appreciated how hard it was for Trei to hold that pose. As if to emphasize the point he moved closer to her and ran his hands up and down her flanks and into her sex. The shivering that seemed to mark be habitual to her increased as she opened her legs to him, but Stephanie could not see her do more than flinch from his touch, and somehow she stayed erect, wonderfully straight, indeed, and on tiptoe.
He stepped back and snapped his fingers once again, and now she set off back own the corridor, still balanced on her toes, raising each knee in turn higher than her waist and then kicking out the leg as wide of her body as was possible - wider, in fact, than Stephanie would have thought possible - still pointing the toes whilst balancing on the toes of the other foot. She held each step at that point for a count of several seconds - Stephanie guessed it to be three - before taking the next pace.
Obviously she had been rigorously trained to this. Her progress was unbelievably slow and erotic, so graceful was she, the weals on her bottom boasting to the man of what he had already put her through. He was clearly gloating over them.
Then he turned to Stephanie.
"I must leave you for now," he said. He smiled cruelly as he bowed. "I have unfinished business with my Trei. I did not judge her performance to be satisfactory." He smiled again. "Unfortunately for her, it seems that I seldom do!"
He walked after her, cracking his whip alongside her from behind. She did not run, she just continued her slow march, but her body seemed stiffer and now Stephanie thought she heard muted whimpers.
She jumped each time he cracked the whip so loudly beside her, and now there were definite whimpers. She must be expecting to be hit. Probably this scene had been enacted many times before. But she continued her slow pace.
Then he without warning the crack of the whip was different. Stephanie saw its heavy tip disappear upwards between her legs, heard the vicious snap of it on juicy flesh, and at last there came a haunting wail of despair, then another and another, fading into the distance as he walked behind her, puffing on another cigar...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ash was among them, and he alone had a woman with him - the same girl, Trei, that he had abused before to amuse himself. She stood blindfold and cruelly gagged beside his chair, at attention, shrinking away whenever she felt the heat of his cigar as he waved his it near her naked buttocks.
When he saw Stephanie looking at him in horror, he snapped his fingers and immediately Trei went on all fours, head facing away from him, and made a back for his feet as he raised them and stretched them out. Her own legs were wide apart, her bottom up, her shaved sex opened like a flower and presented to him in blatant invitation, along with those beautifully rounded naked buttocks over which faint quivers passed.
Stephanie shrank back in utter revulsion as Ash ground out his half smoked cigar and the girl convulsed. His ashtray! Now Stephanie understood fully. Trei arched her back and tears streamed from under the blindfold, but there was only a muffled sound, a sound that would have been a scream but for the gag which held her jaws apart in a way that must be agonising after a while.
So she was almost silent, but she writhed. How her whole body writhed and twisted.
The man was amused. When she was still again, he grinned at Stephanie and rubbed ointment into the burn marks as the girl shrank from his touch.
"This is good stuff!" he said proudly. "She'll be good as new in a few minutes. Before I need to use her again!" He winked at Stephanie. "Always ready is my prize ashtray! Do you like her?" He was almost purring as he drew his fingers up and down Trei's most sensitive places, nipping now and again. "Would you like to do something to her? Beat her perhaps, though that's not very original. She is available to anyone with a good idea or a strong arm. No? Anyone?"
There was no response.
"Oh well," he said, "be like that. I'll soon think of something myself, I dare say."
Stephanie sensed that none of the others was like him, that they were all sorry for his victim even if they did nothing to interfere as he lit another cigar, making Trei shiver with renewed apprehension.
CHAPTER TEN
Ash stood in the doorway, a mocking smile on his face as he caught sight of Stephanie.
"Yes, they hurt. Perhaps you must will allow me to demonstrate... but first you must eat."
He turned and Stephanie saw the girl Trei behind him, standing very upright, a tray of food balanced on her head. Ash saw Stephanie's startled look. "Oh, don't worry," he said. "She won't drop it just because she can't use her hands." The girl's arms were drawn up uncomfortably high behind her shoulder blades by golden chains from her wrists which went over her shoulders to opposite breasts, where they were clipped to golden nipple rings: that was why she stood so straight, her sweet breasts thrust out and held up. "She knows what will happen if she does! I like her to carry things that way, I like to see all of her at all times. She's quite a dish in this costume don't you think?"
She was indeed, if one could call it a costume, for nothing was hidden, everything displayed with emphasis in the most hateful manner possible! Stephanie gasped to see it, and her heart went out in sympathy to this poor abused plaything of a rabid sadist, for such Ash must be to keep her like this!
A web of slim golden chains festooned her. Apart from the one holding her wrists high up upon her shoulder blades and keeping her breasts at their best, there was one round her willowy waist from which another descended behind her and passed between her legs and then - Stephanie actually let out a gasp when she saw it - split into two which hooked into the lips of her sex.
She also had a broad golden belt to set off her slender waist, and golden shoes, on which she walked on tiptoe. At a gesture from Ash she raised a foot.
"Take the shoe," said Ash, "feel inside."
There was a burr inside. No wonder the poor girl was always on tiptoe!
"Eat now," said Ash. He gestured to Trei. "Help yourself!"
Trei walked over to Stephanie with the greatest possible care, and now Stephanie saw that all the other chains that hung about her were for decoration only, but the one between her legs was very very tight. So that one held her in her so upright erotic a pose as much as the one from wrists to breasts. Any slight lessening of her straightness would be greater agony than there must be in holding it. Stephanie wondered how long Ash kept her like that, and as if diving her thoughts Ash said: "This is until I want to fuck her." He smiled evilly. "And that I have taught her to dread the most of all the things I do to her! A matter of conditioning, you understand. It has taken me two years, but now she prefers to be like this to a fucking from me, I do assure you."
Even the tone of his voice made Stephanie shudder. Trei was standing in front of her still, her dark eyes pleading as they gazed into Stephanie's, and suddenly Stephanie realised that the tray was slipping.
There was a look of unutterable relief in those eyes, already close to tears, as Stephanie took the tray.
"Take what you want," Ash said. "Replace the tray." He snapped his fingers, and, with infinite care, Trei went to her knees, her neck very straight upon strained back shoulders, her face twitching with the pain the movement caused. "Now you can take what you want as you want it. Come along, though, we haven't got all day."
So Trei knelt before her as Stephanie ate. She was as quick as she possibly could be, but she could see that the strain on poor Trei as she held her erotic pose was immense. Stephanie could not imagine the training and iron discipline and constant cruelty over a long period which must have been used to impose it.
But at last she was finished, the plates and cutlery carefully replaced on the tray on the poor creature's head so as not to disturb their balance, and Trei rose to her feet, every movement causing her enormous concern to retain her balance.
At last she stood upright again, and Ash turned to the collection of whips and other dreadful things.
"It is fortunate she let nothing fall," he said, "or she would have really suffered for it." He glanced at Trei, and Stephanie saw her cringe at the more thought of it." Ash picked up a whip and ran it lovingly through his fingers. "As it is, this will merely be the demonstration I promised you. This one, for instance, is quite painful properly applied."
He cracked the whip in the air and Trei started, so that the tray nearly slipped from her head. He grinned and did it again, closer.
"Will the demonstration of this one whip be sufficient?" he asked Stephanie. "Or maybe you would prefer one of the others?"
"I-"
"Yes?"
"I don't want to see any demonstration," said Stephanie. "Please, master," she added. "Don't hurt her any more, please don't!"
"You are sorry for Trei?"
"Yes," she said. "Oh yes!" The cruelty was also disturbing her. Almost, she had to admit to herself, he thought of being in Trei's place was turning her on. But she must not tell him that!
"Everyone is sorry for Trei," said Ash. "But she is mine. I bought her. Why should I not beat her if it amuses me? I have to do it harder all the time or I find it boring." He looked at Trei. "I don't think she does, I think she grows more sensitive all the time." He chuckled. "You shall see... turn!" he said to Trei.
When she had presented her back to him he ran his fingers over her superb buttocks. "She is built for the whip," he said. He passed the whip to Stephanie. "Let her kiss this," he said.
Stephanie held the butt of the whip to Trei's lips, then handed it to Ash. Ash cracked the whip again, and for the first time Trei started to whimper. It was a pathetic sound that caught at Stephanie's heart, specially when she remembered how much the girl had suffered in total silence. She wondered what the penalty for screaming might be!
Then, after a moment of tense silence during which the whimpers grew, Ash sent the lash curling round Trei's naked buttocks as she stood there erect and on tiptoe, waiting.
For a moment Stephanie thought the tray would surely fall, but it did not. Nor did Trei cry out, though the whimpering was louder now as she waited for the next blow.
Ash cracked the whip, then shook his head. "I prefer not to mark her just now," he said. "I will show you what her belt is for. Please take it from her and have her kiss it."
Stephanie put her hands round Trei's waist, careful not to push her either way and precipitate a disaster. The belt was tight against the girl's golden skin, and had a special catch which made it spring free. She saw the fear in the girl as she kissed its broad leather, so supple but so able to sting.
Ash brought it down on her buttocks with a loud crack.
"You see?" he said. "The sound is satisfactory." He ran his hands over the shrinking buttocks. "There is little to show but the effect is excellent. She seldom lasts more than three."
Crack! Crack! Crack! came four more blows, sounding like pistol shots, but still Trei remained upright and silent, apart from those heart-rending whimpers.
Again he ran a hand over those reddening buttocks.
"Quite hot," he said. "Feel... yes, another three will undo her for sure!"
But it was not until the seventh that the tray fell. And then Trei began to scream...
Then, at a word from Ash, she froze like a statue.
"She can wait," he said. "She can spend a little while contemplating what is coming to her. It is strange, she always takes as many blows as she can, even though she knows she cannot win... "
For a moment Stephanie looked into Trei's dark eyes, and she caught an elation there. This girl was supremely happy! Proud of her capacity to take punishment? What a transformation! She wants me to know, Stephanie thought, she wants me to know that she is the ultimate masochist and revels in it...
CHAPTER ELEVEN (at end)
She hardly heard Ash enter a few minutes later, but he soon attracted her attention..
"Sixty?" he said mockingly. He snapped his fingers, and his girl Trei came running, on tiptoe as usual because of her golden slippers - she wore only those and the belt and a choker at her throat which held her head high and to which a dog lead was attached. Her dark almond eyes were full of fear. At a gesture from Ash she immediately fell to her knees at his feet and bent over, her long black hair sweeping the floor.
He pushed her scornfully with his foot, so that she lay face down at full length on the floor, her legs widely parted. A crack of his whip to her buttocks made her wriggle a little. She raised them in the air a little as if inviting a beating but made no effort to cover them with her hands.
Ash laughed. "I suppose she expects to be beaten," he said. "It is enjoyable to keep her like that. But I am not going to beat her just now." He cracked his whip, but it missed her trembling buttocks by inches. "I just want to show you how the treadmill should be used. Everyone around here is too soft. A target of sixty is laughable! Trei can manage eighty, usually, but to do that she really has to work and maybe receive a little encouragement after the first half an hour or so, specially if she is falling behind."
He said something in a low voice, and she sprang to her feet and handed him her belt, standing very straight and on tiptoe. "From this!" He smiled as she took up her place on the treadmill. "Encouragement from this. For the punishment, of course, a flogging comes later. When she has had time to look forward to it. I write it in a book, you see. That is a much better method! Leoni is far too soft."
He ran his fingers over Trei's shrinking flesh as he secured her wrists to the beam.
"Today, in your honour," he said. "Let us see if she can beat her own record." He turned to Trei. "The target is ninety!" he hissed into her ear as he started the clock going, and Stephanie just had time to see her cute oval of a face go white as she herself lapsed into a comforting blackness...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Chained to the wall, her bottom smarting from the caning Leoni had delivered, Stephanie endured another hot and weary afternoon.
She had had to watch the unfortunate Trei 'encouraged' by the sadistic Ash until she finished only seven turns short of her enormous target. When he released her she had dropped to the floor in an exhausted heap. He had left her there in disgust when all his blows failed to get her to her feet, and she lay there still. She had wakened a little while ago, and was sobbing quietly to herself.
Stephanie feared she herself would be tormented again when Rodriguez finally came to release her, but he merely unchained her and beckoned her to follow him downstairs, taking no notice whatsoever of the sobbing Trei spread out on the cold stone floor other than to pull her along by the dog lead until she was out of his way, a heap of naked misery waiting to be collected for her next torment.
Or was she?
She had looked straight at Stephanie and winked!
For a moment Stephanie was caught by those dark eyes, absorbed into them...
There was elation there! God! This was no heap of naked misery, this girl was supremely happy! Proud of her capacity to take punishment! Yes, proud, that was the word! She wants me to know, Stephanie thought, she wants me to understand and take heart, she wants me to know that she is the ultimate masochist and revels in it... she wants to be a good example for me...
