"I don't want to go to any damn party," a sweet voice whined from the bedroom. Jeffrey paused in the act of arranging his hair.
"I don't care," he said distinctly.
A pretty black girl of eighteen appeared in the mirror behind him. Jeffrey smiled and turned around to pat the girl's shoulder.
"It'll be boring," the girl continued in her petulant whine. Jeffrey frowned at her.
"You're going, if I have to drag you there," he told her.
"Oh my, how aggressive," the girl murmured. Jeffrey offered her a tight smile this time.
"Always, and possessive also." He finished in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom. The mussed sheets and general air of debauchery left no doubt as to how the afternoon had been spent.
Daryl stuck her lower lip out and began pulling on clothes.
"I need to see my mother," she told Jeffrey in a last attempt to get out of going to this mysterious party.
"You saw your mother on Sunday. Forget it. You'll enjoy yourself. Or someone will enjoy you. Something like that." Jeffrey grinned and left the room.
Daryl finished dressing and followed Jeffrey out to the living room of his large apartment. Jeffrey was pouring out a drink. Daryl came and stood beside him pointedly.
"No," said Jeffrey, to Daryl's mute request.
"Goddammit, Jeffrey!" the girl burst out. "I'm not a baby. You can't go on treating me like this. "
"Would you rather be back on the streets?" Jeffrey cocked an eyebrow at her and sipped his Scotch.
Daryl threw herself into a chair and pouted. Jeffrey ignored her, and went to stand at the window that overlooked Central Park.
It was another sunny, hot day. He saw joggers, bicyclers, picnickers. It was all peaceful and pleasant. He sighed. He missed Nigel.
After two months of bliss, the boy had suddenly, for no reason at all, walked out. Jeffrey had tried every method he knew to dissuade him, but Nigel stood firm. He needed his independence, he told Jeffrey. Jeffrey offered him all the freedom he could ever possibly want, but Nigel left anyway. Even today, Jeffrey couldn't understand it.
He had met Daryl recently. The young girl had stood shivering in a doorway while rain poured down. No tricks to be had that evening, until Jeffrey had spotted her. Lonely and sex-starved, Jeffrey had plucked Daryl from her cold, wet spot and brought her home, where for the price of a hot meal and warm bed, he'd gotten some of the hottest sex he'd ever experienced.
He sighed again. It wasn't the girl's sexual technique he found fault with; it was this never- ending whining, pouting drama-bitch number. He was fed to the back teeth with it.
Jeffrey smiled. Some of that would change tonight. Tonight was a very private 'Club' party, and he intended to see to it that Daryl was well initiated.
Daryl heaved a tremendous, self-pitying sigh. Jeffrey whirled around with a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Daryl asked indignantly.
"You are," Jeffrey replied. "Come here."
Obediently, Daryl rose to her feet and came to stand beside Jeffrey. Jeffrey roughly ran his hands over the thin, black body. Daryl closed her eyes and leaned against Jeffrey's lean, hard body.
Jeffrey bent his head and covered the pouting mouth with his own. His kisses evoked a response from the girl, causing her to throw her arms around Jeffrey.
Backing to the sofa, Jeffrey pulled Daryl down into his lap. His hands roughly pulled her shirt open, exposing the small tits and tiny, dark nipples. Jeffrey bent down and took one between his lips. Tenderly, he began sucking on it.
Daryl threw back her head, moaning with pleasure. Her fingers of their own volition slipped down to the zipper of Jeffrey's jeans, unzipping them and assisting his large member out of the clothing.
Jeffrey grunted as the girl's clever fingers began sliding up and down his hard shaft. He sucked harder on Daryl's little nipple. His teeth very gently bit down on it, drawing a gasp from her.
Daryl stroked up and down the length of Jeffrey's shaft, feeling it twitch and grow even longer and bigger under her fingers. She squirmed around and tried to free herself from Jeffrey's grasp, but the man thwarted her attempts.
Jeffrey unzipped Daryl's shorts. He lifted the girl slightly and slid the shorts down over the slender hips, down the thighs, past Daryl's knees and off her body. Daryl trembled as Jeffrey turned her around to face him.
Holding the girl's firm asscheeks, Jeffrey maneuvered her into a sitting position, poised above his massive penis. Daryl closed her eyes as Jeffrey lowered her onto his cock.
She knelt on either side of Jeffrey's hips, feeling the hard penis sliding deep into her already wet pussy. Jeffrey held her by the hips and began moving her up and down on his shaft.
Daryl's left nipple was captured by Jeffrey once more, and was sucked and bitten mercilessly. Daryl was gasping with mingled pain and pleasure, between the pressure on her nipple and the large penis invading her love canal.
She began caressing Jeffrey's chest. She unbuttoned the white shirt; her fingers sought Jeffrey's nipples through the thick, luxurious chest hair.
Jeffrey moaned and began driving his penis harder into Daryl's tight hole. He reached under Daryl and grasped her buttcheeks firmly, pulling them farther apart and spreading her pussy lips wide as he fucked the girl.
Daryl cried out and leaned forward, kissing and licking Jeffrey's taut nipples. Jeffrey's cupped hands raised and lowered the girl on his hard shaft. Daryl's taut muscles closed tightly around the hard prick, causing Jeffrey to sweat and moan.
Jeffrey kissed Daryl, driving his tongue into the girl's hot, wet mouth. Daryl responded passionately, twining her tongue around Jeffrey's, opening her mouth wider to allow more of Jeffrey's thrusting tongue inside.
She wriggled on Jeffrey's lap, her vaginal muscles clenching now of their own accord. Her small clitoris rose and hardened, rubbing against Jeffrey's pubic hair.
Jeffrey now held Daryl still on his lap, and drove deeply and repeatedly into her tight cunt, making the girl cry out.
Sweat was dripping off his body. His strokes grew more erratic as his testicles strained and pounded with the force of the cum building up inside.
Daryl bent forward again and tenderly bit one of Jeffrey's nipples. That did it.
With a tremendous shout, Jeffrey slammed up against Daryl's inner walls and unloaded his hot cum. It shot straight up into the girl's uterus.
They both remained perfectly still for a few minutes as Jeffrey's cock drained itself into Daryl's hot space. Then, with a reluctant sigh, Jeffrey lifted Daryl and sat her down on the sofa.
"Ow," said Daryl, rubbing her tender lips. She perched on her knees beside Jeffrey instead. Jeffrey grinned and put an arm across her shoulders.
"Now you have to get clean all over again," he teased. Daryl shrugged.
"I like showers. Of all kinds. " Jeffrey frowned and made no comment. With a gentle pat on the girl's shoulders, he got up and poured himself another drink, this time offering Daryl one. Daryl accepted with alacrity.
"What's so special about this party tonight, anyway?" she asked Jeffrey.
"I want you to go, that's all," Jeffrey replied. "I have a few friends I'd like you to meet."
"Well, if it's such a big deal, I guess I could manage it."
"Oh, you'll manage all right. I'll take you there myself. You won't leave until I say so."
"What if it's boring?" Daryl asked.
Jeffrey smiled.
"Trust me. You won't be bored."
* * *
Sandra's hands roamed down the length of Mary's back, rubbing and massaging.
"Mmm," murmured Mary, burying her head down further in the pillows. Her naked ass quivered as Sandra's hands stroked it, rubbing oil on it and into Mary's ass crack.
Mary squirmed as Sandra's fingers probed into her asshole, forcing it to open a little further each time. Her pussy throbbed and her clit was hardening, a circumstance which Sandra took note of when she slid one hand under Mary's body. She took hold of the hair surrounding the girl's opening and pulled.
A gasp of pleasure escaped Mary's lips as Sandra knelt between the girl's thighs and stroked her clit while probing into her ass. Mary lifted her body slightly to allow Sandra freer access to her clit and pussy.
Sandra now had four fingers inside Mary and was rubbing them sensuously back and forth against the walls of Mary's anal tract. Her left hand moved up and down Mary's pussy, alternately stroking and squeezing.
Mary groaned as the fingers were withdrawn. She kept her eyes closed as Sandra's weight shifted on the bed. Sandra let go of Mary's pubic hair. Mary felt the tip of Sandra's toy penis nudging against her bumhole. She drew in her breath.
Sandra grabbed a fistful of Mary's hair. Her other hand on the dildo, she forced the head into Mary's tight hole. Mary cried out, her fingers digging into the mattress.
"Oh, yeah," sighed Sandra, easing the hard rubber cock in, sliding deeper into Mary. Her other hand she used to cover Mary's mouth. She drew back momentarily, looking down at the body of the girl underneath her.
With a wild whoop, Sandra plunged the dildo all the way in.
Behind the hand, Mary cried out, the cry only partially muffled by Sandra. She twisted under Sandra, trying to get into a better position. But Sandra held her still, one hand buried in Mary's hair, the other pressed tight against the girl's lips.
Mary's eyes teared up. Sandra was riding her harder than she ever had; her sex weapon was plunging in deeper. Mary felt a burning, tearing sensation and knew she was bleeding. Her sensitive clit, because of its size and the way it swelled when she got excited, was being rubbed raw against the rough fabric of the blanket.
Sandra panted and grunted in Mary's ear. She had let go of her pet's hair, though she still held Mary's lips tightly closed. She now placed a hand on Mary's shoulder and began delivering deep, powerful thrusts against Mary's anal walls.
Shuddering and crying out, Mary came, her cum swallowed up by the blanket beneath her. Sandra paused, dildo deep inside Mary, long enough to feel the girl shuddering underneath her. Then she thrust in again, her force driving the dildo up to the hilt against Mary's ass.
The blood was pounding in Sandra's head. She felt her pussy throbbing almost painfully as the hard shaft of the dildo was squeezed by the tight walls surrounding it. She could literally imagine that it was her cock buried deep inside Mary. Her body was sweating freely, droplets of sweat dropping onto Mary below. Her pussy contracted spasmodically as she pictured herself on top of her, making her beg Sandra to fuck her harder with her big cock.
Sandra started shouting as the cum burst out of her pussy and was poured liberally over Mary. Again and again the cum flowed from her hot twat. She groaned and continued rubbing against Mary until the last drop was forced out. Then she dropped forward onto the girl's prone body.
Mary lay without moving for a few minutes, until it got too difficult to breathe. She nudged her elbow against Sandra's side a couple of times with no result. Finally, she raised herself up on her arms, throwing Sandra off onto her side.
They lay side by side, panting. Sandra threw her arm across Mary's shoulders and pulled her down beside her. Her fingers wound themselves in Mary's hair and she played with it, gently tugging on it and stroking it.
Mary curled up next to Sandra and fell asleep. She felt warm and secure. Sandra listened to her deep breathing and eventually was herself lulled to sleep.
The ringing telephone woke her. Blearily, she sat up. The answering machine had picked up on the second ring, but Mary had forgotten to turn the volume down. Sandra could hear Jeffrey's cultured voice on the other end, loud with impatience.
With an oath, Sandra swung her tall, lithe body out of bed and stumbled to the phone.
"Yes, what?" she asked Jeffrey.
"There you are. Where have you been?"
"Sleeping. I had a busy afternoon. " The blonde woman grinned at the bedroom door.
"Well, that's fine for some," Jeffrey told her. He shifted the receiver to the other hand and grasped Daryl's hair, forcing her mouth to accept more of his thick cock.
Daryl uttered a muffled protest, which Jeffrey ignored.
"I was calling," he said to Sandra, "to confirm this evening's arrangements."
"All set," Sandra said, smiling wickedly. "I've invited everyone for eight o'clock, if that suits you. "
"Perfectly," said Jeffrey. He lowered his voice slightly. "Has the sling arrived?"
"This morning," said Sandra. "It's being installed even as we speak."
"Excellent," said Jeffrey. "I knew I could count on you. All right, then, I've got to be running. Is Mary coming, by the way?"
"Yes," replied Sandra, cautiously.
"Good," said Jeffrey. "I look forward to seeing her again."
Sandra did not reply to that, merely saying goodbye and hanging up. But she did not like it; she did not like it at all.
The bedroom door opened, and Mary stood there, warm and sleepy. She blinked at Sandra.
"I thought I heard voices," she said blurrily.
"Jeffrey called," Sandra said briefly.
"Oh," said Mary. She shrugged.
"He wanted to make sure you would be at his party," Sandra continued. Mary stared at her.
"Sandra, please," she began, but Sandra turned away.
"I'm sorry," she told the young girl. "My hands are tied. There's nothing I can do."
Mary stood beside her, her eyes pleading.
"Sandra, don't make me. I-I'm afraid of him. He's so-I don't know-so cruel, I guess is what I mean."
Sandra smiled and pulled Mary roughly into her arms.
"So am I, baby," she said.
"It's different with you," Mary murmured against the blonde's giant chest. "You at least love me. He just wants to use me."
Sandra began laughing.
"Eight months ago you complained to me because you weren't popular enough, you said. Now, Jeffrey's panting for you, and you're complaining about that. There is no satisfying you."
"Yes there is," Mary told her. "You satisfy me. I love you. I worship you. I'd do anything for you. But not for him. " Sandra looked at Mary sadly.
"I am truly sorry, Mary. I told you. I have no choice. My hands are tied." She symbolically held up her hands, crossed at the wrists. Mary turned away.
"I'd love to know what he's got on you," she muttered.
"And I'd love to be able to tell you, but I cannot. So, we will go on as we go on. Understood?"
Mary nodded, trembling. She still remembered her last evening with Jeffrey. Not an evening of unmixed pleasure. She'd meant what she said. Jeffrey scared her.
In the days before she'd met Sandra, Mary had lived with a Russian dancer. Before that, she'd been an innocent farm-girl from Minnesota. She liked the one-on-one relationships she'd had with both women and men.
Jeffrey was no believer in one-on-one. He demanded total submission. It made Mary squirm to think about it. She was naturally a submissive girl, but she did draw the line. She gave herself to Sandra with the understanding that it was at least potentially fifty-fifty.
"What are you thinking?" Sandra asked softly. "You appear a million miles away."
"Nothing much," lied Mary. "Just wondering what I should wear tonight."
"I have the answer to that. Follow me." Sandra led the girl back into the bedroom.
Reaching up into the closet, Sandra got down a long box, rather like the kind coats come in. She opened it and pulled back the tissue paper.
"I had it ordered specially for you, from Germany. Do you like it?"
Inside was a black leather harness. It was a series of criss-cross straps with a dildo attachment. Under it were a leather collar, a lead and a pair of nipple clamps.
Mary looked at this ensemble and her mouth drew down. The trembling started again, and she looked up at Sandra.
"Yes, you will," Sandra replied to the unspoken rebellion in Mary's eyes. "And you will look beautiful, just for me."
"Yeah, you and your perverted friends," Mary muttered. Sandra caught her and held her close.
"I love you," she said, her heart pounding against Mary's chest. "Can't you relax a little bit? Nothing's going to happen to you that you haven't already had a taste of."
"That doesn't mean I'll automatically enjoy it, does it?" retorted Mary. But she allowed herself to be led back to bed.
* * *
"What's this?" asked Daryl, her voice light and amused. She held up the pair of leather briefs Jeffrey had left lying on the bed.
"Those are for you," Jeffrey told her. "Put them on and let's see how they look."
Grinning, Daryl pulled the briefs up over her legs. They fitted snugly, lifting and cupping her asscheeks, pressing tightly against her pussy lips. It would be impossible not to get excited wearing these, she realized as her pussy began to throb.
Jeffrey laughed and pulled the briefs back off.
"On the bed, on your back," he told Daryl. Daryl hastily complied, lying down and spreading her legs.
"You're a slut," commented Jeffrey matter-of- factly. "What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?"
Daryl grinned.
"The fact that your cock is about as hard as a two-by-four, and I'm a sexy piece of ass."
"Modest, too," Jeffrey murmured absently. He was rummaging in the top drawer of his bedside table. He gave a triumphant cry and pulled out a butt plug.
"What-" was as far as Daryl got. Jeffrey smoothly slid the plug into the opening of Daryl's anus and pushed it deep down. The girl gasped, but did not dare protest. After the initial pain, Daryl got used to it.
"Now you can get dressed," Jeffrey told Daryl.
"What am I wearing?" the girl asked saucily.
"These," said Jeffrey, holding up the leather briefs.
"And?" asked Daryl.
"And nothing. That's what you're wearing. So, get up and get dressed."
"What kind of party is this?" asked Daryl, rising from the bed and hesitantly sliding into the briefs. "I don't even get to wear clothes? Kinky, Jeffrey. "
"That's me, Kinky Jeffrey. Now, get dressed."
When Daryl had pulled the briefs on, Jeffrey bade her stand still while he fastened leather shackles to the slender wrists. Daryl protested this time, and Jeffrey slapped her lightly across the face.
"You're my pet," he told Daryl. "Now hold still." So saying, he attached a thin chain to one shackle. He handed Daryl a black leather trench coat to cover herself with. The girl put it on, having a little trouble with the chain getting tangled in the sleeve. Jeffrey laughingly assisted her.
When Daryl was ready, Jeffrey told her to wait in the living room while he donned his attire for the evening, a plain, raw-silk suit, of the color grey. A pure white linen shirt and burgundy tie underneath lent the suit a certain air of sophistication.
In the living room, Jeffrey picked up the end of the chain and escorted his pet out of the apartment. The car was waiting to take them to Sandra's house.
"I'm nervous," said Daryl, as the car pulled up in front of an imposing townhouse on East 65th Street. The windows were dark, but a faint glow came through the drawn curtains.
"So you should be," Jeffrey confided to her, and urged her out of the car. Grumbling under her breath, Daryl did as she was told.
The door was opened by a tall, dark-skinned man, whose height and breadth took Daryl's breath away. She turned to Jeffrey.
"I might enjoy this after all," she said.
"It doesn't in the least matter whether or not you do," Jeffrey replied. "You're here to be enjoyed. Hello, Darius."
The tall black man bowed and ushered them in. Daryl took in her surroundings as Darius was helping her out of her coat.
They stood in a high-ceilinged foyer covered in ice-green silken wallpaper. A huge painting covered one wall. Stairs curved up to the right. Everything was sumptuous and luxuriant. This was obviously the house of a wealthy man.
"If you'll follow me, sir," Darius said to Jeffrey, inclining his head. Daryl made as if to follow, but Jeffrey held up his hand.
"You wait here. Darius will come back and escort you to the 'party room'." Jeffrey turned away, leaving the nervous young woman contemplating herself in a mirror that stood directly across from the front door.
* * *
Sandra sat in an easy chair in front of a fire in the drawing room. She stood up and greeted Jeffrey when the latter walked into the room. Mary, who'd been crouched at her feet, also rose.
"Sandra, how good to see you," Jeffrey said, his deep, melodious voice sending a shiver down Mary's spine. "And Mary." He took the young woman's hand and shook it warmly, his eyes roving lustfully over Mary's nakedness.
Of all the persons in the room, Mary alone wore nothing but a harness. The reason she was not in the party room with the others was that she was Sandra's private piece; also, Sandra knew that Jeffrey would want to see Mary immediately he came in.
"Now, run along," she said to Mary. Mary gave her an imploring look, but that was all part of the game. Sandra gave her a swat on the ass, and she left.
"You're looking well," Jeffrey observed, accepting a whisky and soda.
"As are you," replied Sandra. They made conversation while waiting for the rest of the guests and their pets to arrive.
Twenty guests had been invited. Of that twenty, only two did not have pets of their own. One, a certain Lord Peacham, had recently lost his in an ill- fated poker game. The other man, a relatively young man named Percy Jones, had no steady lover when he joined the club. Jeffrey had invited him to join because he thought the young man had potential.
The club met twice a month. There were fifty-five permanent members, as well as hundreds of honorary members. Sandra was president, as the club had been her idea.
"Why not?" she had asked Jeffrey. "Why shouldn't there be a club for people like us, who like to get together and do a little swapping now and then? A little torture, and ecstasy. Pain and pleasure, mm?"
Jeffrey saw no reason why not, and they set to work finding members who were like minded. There were more than either had anticipated, and the list continued to grow. Finally, Jeffrey said they had to call a halt, or expand the facilities.
Sandra's house was a logical place for club meetings, parties, etc. It was large and spacious, five stories, with many rooms. One entire room had been converted into what she called 'the party room', which contained, among other things, a leather sling, a mounting table, and various manacles and shackles driven into the floor, or into the wall, and suspended from the ceiling.
The club had a staff of ten, of which Darius was the manager. All of the staff, save for Darius, performed their duties naked, or at the most in leather harnesses similar to the one Mary wore.
Tonight's party was special, in that it was private, that Sandra was providing all the slaves and pets (on this one occasion, all the guests, except those whose slaves needed discipline, had left their pets at home) and that it was to be Daryl's initiation into the club. Jeffrey had insisted that it be done quietly, and so only his particular acquaintances were invited to attend and indulge.
Darius now entered the drawing room to inform Sandra that all of the house slaves and guests' pets were assembled and ready.
"Except for Lord Jefferson's," he added. "I didn't know exactly what you intended, so I've left her for last."
Sandra turned to Jeffrey.
"I trust your judgment," Jeffrey told her. "I'm leaving this entirely in your hands. "
"Good," Sandra said. "Okay. Bind her hands behind her back and shackle her to the raised dais. We'll be in shortly."
Darius bowed and left.
CHAPTER TWO
Daryl blinked in surprise and tried to back out the door. Nothing doing. Darius stood behind her, arms crossed at his ample chest. He smiled gently down at Daryl.
"Now, be a good girl," he said, and gestured with his head toward the raised platform in the middle of the room. Daryl was still in shock at the various devices she saw ranged round the room, and the various boys and girls occupying them. An incredulous giggle escaped her lips. She couldn't believe anyone actually did things like this. Perhaps r she was dreaming. If so, it was the most detailed, life-like dream she'd ever had.
At least ten young women of all colors and sizes were chained at different intervals along the wall, all of them with their backs to the room. They were chained spread-eagle, and each one was gagged.
To the left and right of the door Darius had brought Daryl through were two rows of chairs. Seated on the floor, next to the middle chair, was a well- built young woman with brown hair and blue eyes. On closer inspection, Daryl saw that she was handcuffed to the chair.
A pretty blonde girl lay face-down on a table to the left of the dais. Her hands were stretched out above her, and her legs were fastened, wide apart, to the sides of the table. She was whimpering behind her gag, doing nothing to ease Daryl's nervousness. Two girls a little lighter in colour than Daryl were seated at either end of a see-saw affair that Daryl saw had holes in the ends, directly under the young women's bottoms. Long rubber dildoes were mounted on the floor in exactly the right place to pass through the holes and into the opening of whomever happened to be seated on this device. Daryl saw that the young women were tightly bound to their seats, so that the dildoes penetrated them every time they hit bottom.
A tall brunette was taking especial care to keep the see-saw moving, and both girls cried out each time the dildo made contact with their tender young vaginas.
"Come on, now," Darius said, not ungently, and pulled Daryl to the raised platform. He quickly fastened the shackles together behind Daryl's back, and attached the floor-mounted shackles to the girl's ankles. Then, with a swat on her ass, he left her.
"Hey baby," Darius said, passing Mary and caressing the girl's bare chest. Mary turned her head away and would not look at him.
"Aww," Darius went on. "Baby doesn't get to be by her Mistress's side tonight. I hear gossip, baby. The big Master wants your ass tonight, sugar." He gave a rich roll of laughter and left the room.
Mary's cheeks burned. She was indeed handcuffed to Jeffrey's chair, a circumstance she found ominous, to say the least. She'd hoped Sandra would have intervened on her behalf, but guessed that her lover was too much in thrall with Jeffrey to go against his wishes.
Mary sighed and looked at Daryl. Nice body. Beautiful face; high cheekbones, uptilted nose, large black eyes. Great ass. Tiny, suckable tits just waiting for someone to be nice to them. She felt her clitoris pulse, and tried to control it. She looked away, trying to think of something other than sex.
The door again opened, and Jeffrey and Sandra, accompanied by the rest of the guests, surged in. Each person took his respective seat, and Sandra indicated to Darius that the entertainment should begin.
Jeffrey was busy running his hands over Mary's cringing body. He had Darius unfasten the handcuffs, and pulled the girl into his lap. He continued to fondle her while watching the action up front.
Darius picked up a large, black-leather covered dildo, and proceeded to fuck each of the ten chained women with it. He fucked each girl for five minutes at a time, while teasing their pussy lips and tiny clits, before moving on to the next, leaving the previous one groaning and begging for more behind her gag.
Having completed the circuit, he replaced the dildo and called one of the other servants over. He picked up a paddle and handed it to the other man, ordering him to spank each of the just-fucked young women for being so wanton.
This set up a furor amongst the chained girls. The man with the paddle (Terence, by name) did not spare anyone's feelings. Each blow was delivered with the maximum amount of force judged appropriate for the breach of conduct.
The only girl to escape spanking was the last one fucked, for she had made no sound whatsoever during the fucking. Darius made note of that, giving her at the time an approving nod.
"What of the two slaves on the see-saw?" asked Sandra. Darius bowed to her.
"Mistress, they were found in each other's arms, kissing and fondling each other. Lord Saunders has asked that they be punished for breaking the rule of his house."
Sandra turned and looked at Lord Saunders, who nodded. She turned back to Darius.
"Proceed with the punishment, then," she urged. Darius again bowed, and called Terence and Shawn over to his side. They quickly untied the pretty little brown girls and helped them off the see-saw, bringing them to kneel at Darius' feet.
Their hands were tied together in front of them. Each girl's legs were spread far apart, so that they were forced to clutch each other's hands for support to keep from falling forward as Darius bent them from the waist.
"Kiss," he commanded. Hesitantly, the two girls kissed, their mouths locking, tongue intertwining.
"Enough," said Darius, and grabbed the hair of the girl on the right, pulling her away from the other. He ordered Terence and Shawn to kneel behind the two. He untied the girls' hands at this point.
"Grab each other," he said. Both girls reached out and grabbed the other by the pubic hair. Terence and Shawn parted the brown asscheeks in front of them. They looked at each other and, in unison, entered the girls' tight assholes.
Both girls cried out. Their fingers closed tight round the pussy lips and hair they held in their hands and squeezed as the hard penises invaded.
"Kiss," Darius ordered again. "And remember, next time you feel like taking liberties, that your desires were met in front of a roomful of your masters."
The girls blushed. They would not look at each other, although they kissed when told to. Each one felt the embarrassment acutely.
Terence was slapping the brown ass in front of him each time he pulled back. Shawn followed suit, only harder, turning the brown cheeks pink under his hands.
Darius abruptly ordered the two men to stop, and they withdrew, frustrated, and rose to their feet. Darius pulled one of the girls up to stand beside him. He turned to the other girl, still kneeling on the floor.
"Open your mouth," he ordered. The girl's eyes widened, but she obeyed. Darius guided the other girl over, pressing her clit into the first girl's mouth. As one, they closed their eyes.
"Get her hard and make her come," Darius ordered. Impossible to tell who was more humiliated, the sucker or the suckee. However, before long, the second girl's clit was plainly hard as a rock, and she was fucking her friend's mouth for all she was worth.
"That's right," Darius said. He slapped the girl across the face each time she thrust forward. The girl gasped but continued fucking.
Darius ordered the kneeling girl to put her hands behind her back. He told Shawn to step around behind the girl who was getting the tongue-job again. Grinning, Shawn complied, and, at a nod from Darius, once more slid his throbbing penis into the tight, brown butt.
The girl clenched her teeth and suddenly her twat erupted with a gusher of cum into the other girl's mouth. Her hands grasped a handful of the kneeling girl's hair, and she rubbed furiously against her lips as the hard cock plunged deeper and deeper into her.
Darius pulled the first girl away, and to her feet. He stopped Shawn again, and made him pull out. Forcing the second girl to her knees, he repeated the procedure, making her get the other one hard and lick her, while Shawn went around behind the girl standing up, and thrust his hard cock into her tight ass.
The girl groaned and thrust her cunt into the mouth of the girl kneeling in front of her. Her hands were captured by Shawn and pulled behind her back, while Shawn continued plowing into her.
The girl's hips were moving wildly now, thrusting her pussy again and again against his fuck-mate's mouth. The girl kneeling on the floor closed her eyes and prepared to accept a huge mouthful of cum.
"No," said Lord Saunders suddenly. "It's more fitting if she doesn't get to come."
"Darius," said Sandra. Darius nodded and pulled the girl back, forcing Shawn to disengage. The other girl gave a faint cry and fell forward onto her hands.
They were drawn away by the other servants, and Darius turned to Sandra. Sandra rose and, with a glance at Jeffrey, once more addressed the assembled company.
"Lord Jefferson has recently come into possession of his slave, and wishes her to be initiated here, in front of all of us. I don't need to tell you what an honour that is for me." She gave Jeffrey a little, ironic bow. Jeffrey smiled sardonically, and clamped a hand around Mary's left tit. Sandra gave him a hard look and continued.
"Darius and his cohorts will carry out the initiation. However, once that is done, Lord Jefferson has offered to let anyone who wishes so to use his newly initiated slave."
Appreciative murmurs rose from the well-dressed group. One or two clapped Jeffrey on the back and thanked him for his generous offer. Jeffrey waved their thanks aside with a deprecating smile and urged Darius to "get on with it."
Daryl watched the men approaching with a flutter of fear. She'd been double-teamed a few times before, but never experienced anything like this. She looked appealingly at Jeffrey, but Jeffrey returned her gaze blandly, his fingers moving languorously over Mary's smooth skin.
Darius put a gag in Daryl's mouth, fastening it tightly behind the girl's head. His fingers moved quickly over Daryl's body, probing into the girl's anus, lifting and caressing the silky lips of her vagina. He caressed Daryl's nipples, feeling them grow erect under his fingers.
Terence approached, holding a tray of dildoes, whips, nipple clamps, etc., out to Darius for selection. Darius chose a large, leather covered dildo and held it up. Sandra nodded. Daryl stared at it wide-eyed. It was bigger than Jeffrey's cock, which had been the biggest thing Daryl'd ever experienced. Until now.
Darius picked up a tube of lubricating jelly and smeared a little on Daryl's asshole. He rubbed it sensuously into the girl's bum.
His fingers spread the hole wider. He introduced the head of the dildo into the tight hole, and Daryl hollered behind the gag. Darius shoved the dildo all the way in, and Daryl gave a choked scream.
Hands were roaming her body, caressing her pussy and clit. Fingers rubbed and pinched her nipples. She felt hands on her ass, rubbing and massaging. And still that big dildo kept moving in and out, causing a friction to build in the girl's anal tract.
Despite the pain, the feeling was arousing Daryl. Her pussy rubbed against the hand that held it. She moaned and began thrusting her hips forward, her eyes closed.
Pain flared in her nipples, making her eyes flash open. Nipple clamps had been attached, and were now being tugged on by Darius. Daryl whimpered and her clitoris began to stiffen and throb.
The fake penis invading her bowels moved faster now, and probed deeper. Each thrust forced her upward, almost making her feet leave the floor.
The hand caressing and stroking her pussy abruptly left off, and Daryl cried out behind the gag. She thrust frantically forward, but nothing happened. Frustrated, she dropped back, but the ramming dildo made her move with each thrust.
Darius let go of the dildo and, putting a hand on Daryl's shoulder, forced the girl to her knees. Painfully, her feet twisted at an awkward angle, Daryl dropped down. Darius jerked his head at Shawn, who moved up behind Daryl. Kneeling beside the boy, Shawn grasped the dildo and began thrusting it into Daryl with as much force as Darius had.
Standing in front of Daryl, Darius loosened the snaps on his leather jock-strap. He drew out his hard cock, and slapped it across Daryl's face. He reached around and removed the gag from Daryl's mouth. With a wicked grin, he pried the girl's lips apart, and forced all ten inches into Daryl's mouth and down her throat.
Daryl choked on the huge prick, her throat closing down momentarily, then opening up again as her well- developed instincts took over. She began licking and sucking on Darius' thick meat.
The dildo thrust in deeper, to the hilt. Daryl jumped, keeping from biting Darius with some difficulty. Her short, curly hair was roughly grasped by Darius as he fucked the girl's mouth, and the dildo rammed repeatedly against Daryl's bowels. She felt weak-kneed. She wished she could see Jeffrey's face at this point.
The thought of Jeffrey observing all this made her body flush all over hotly. Her pussy, which had slowed its steady throbbing slightly, signaled again, her clit stiffening of its own accord.
There were murmurs of approval from the seated, watching members. Darius put both hands on Daryl's head and pulled the girl forward. His thrusts grew rougher and harder, slamming the back of Daryl's throat.
Daryl felt her pussy lips growing wetter and puffier as her pussy began to juice. Her hips moved with each thrust of the dildo. Precum from Darius' prick was trickling down her throat now.
Daryl's cunt was throbbing. She felt the dildo pressing hard against her anal walls, felt the hard cock between her lips swelling up, and she was over the edge.
Her juice burst out of her, some of it hitting Darius' bare legs. Darius grimaced and slapped the girl across the face, but that didn't stop Daryl, who poured forth another gush of nectar.
Darius now began grunting, thrusting deeply into the girl's throat. His balls filled with cum, and shot it through his cock into the girl's mouth. He pulled out immediately.
Daryl licked up every drop greedily. Some of the cum spilled over her lips and ran down her face. She licked frantically, trying to reach Darius' cock again.
Darius shoved her away. Daryl cried out as the push forced her back on her ass, sending the dildo deep inside her again, and twisting her ankles quite painfully.
Shawn, at a glance from Darius, reached up for the keys and unlocked the shackles holding Daryl's feet in place. The girl heaved a tremendous sigh of relief.
The dildo was abruptly removed. Daryl was turned around and her asscheeks parted so that the group of men could see her ravaged, puckered asshole. Jeffrey nodded approvingly.
Darius ordered Shawn out of the way, and picked up a whip. Bending Daryl forward so that her arms were flat against the floor of the platform and her ass upended, Darius slowly rubbed the handle of the whip over the girl's asscheeks.
With a whistling sound, the whiplash descended on that upturned ass. Daryl cried out, and Darius ordered the gag put back in her mouth.
"No," intervened Jeffrey. "We want to hear her cry out. Loudly."
Darius nodded, and brought the whip down again. Daryl gritted her teeth, but could not stop the cry that rose to her lips. Tears filled her eyes as the whipping went on. Again and again the lash fell, and she cried out each time.
Bright red welts rose on her tender ass flesh. Darius whipped her a dozen times, then stepped back.
Sandra nodded, and Darius handed the whip to Shawn. He grasped hold of Daryl's hair, and pulled her upright, turning her around to face the 'audience'.
Sandra now approached and stood to Daryl's left side.
"Do you love your master?" she asked. Daryl nodded, her eyes streaming.
"Then say so."
"I love you," Daryl said, her eyes on Jeffrey. Jeffrey leaned forward, his hands still on Mary.
"Again," he ordered. "I can barely hear you. And you didn't say 'Master'."
"I love you, Master," shouted Daryl. Sandra grinned and slapped the girl on the ass. Daryl gave a yelp of pain.
"How's that?" Sandra asked.
"Yes, I think I heard her that time," Jeffrey replied. Sandra nodded to Darius, who again turned the girl around.
Terence came up to Darius holding a glowing brazier in one hand and a long, steel rod in the other. Sandra returned to her seat, and Darius forced Daryl to her knees once more.
"Bend forward. Terence, put her gag back in." Darius reached out for the brazier and set it on the floor beside him. Terence fastened the gag over Daryl's mouth, and he and Shawn knelt beside the girl, each one taking hold of an arm and an asscheek.
Darius put the end of the rod in the fire, heating it. Terence and Shawn pulled the girl's asscheeks further apart.
Grasping the rod in one hand and leaning forward, Darius placed the glowing red end against the delicate flesh of the girl's ass, just outside the crack of her ass.
Daryl shrieked, her ass a glowing flame of pain as the rod pressed against it. It only lasted for a few seconds, but seemed to go on forever.
Darius pulled the rod away and handed it to a third servant who now stood beside him. The man handed Darius a cloth filled with ice, which Darius applied to the burning brand on Daryl's ass.
Sandra and Jeffrey both now approached the dais. Jeffrey's eyes were shining as he looked at his brand on his pet's ass. He turned to Sandra and gave her a salute. Sandra returned it promptly, and gave Jeffrey a sweeping bow in addition.
"Well done," Sandra complimented Darius and his cohorts. "Untie her and help her to the facilities. We'll want her again, soon."
"Very good, sir," said Darius, and ordered Terence and Shawn to take care of that.
"Just a minute." Jeffrey raised his hand. The two men paused.
Jeffrey took Daryl's face between his hands and very tenderly kissed her on the mouth. His tongue traced the tracks of her tears then drove between the girl's teeth, plunging into the warm, dark recesses.
"I am delighted with you," he told Daryl, pulling back. "You have made me very proud." He patted the girl on the ass and gave her a broad smile. Daryl smiled back, tremulously, her heart overflowing with joy and love for her new master.
"Alright," said Jeffrey, and Daryl was escorted from the room.
Jeffrey sat down again, Mary now at his feet. He bent down and kissed the girl, his teeth gently biting Mary's lips. Sandra looked, and looked away. She strolled over to Lord Saunders and engaged him in conversation.
Mary forced herself to hold still as Jeffrey's hands traveled over her body, and his mouth captured Mary's. She could not control her trembling, though, and Jeffrey knew it and smiled.
He pulled Mary into his lap again and caressed the girl's nipples. His mouth covered Mary's again, and his tongue probed deeply into her mouth.
Darius stood silent and grim, watching Jeffrey plunder Sandra's possession. As usual. He turned away, and went to ask Sandra what was next.
"The blonde," said Sandra, briefly. "Sorry, I didn't tell you about her. That's Tony Sawyer's pet. Or should I say pest. Her name's Marla, and she's a wild, untamed little thing. Tony wants her to learn to take more than one thing at a time, if you catch my meaning."
"I do, Mistress," said Darius, with a grin, and went to prepare it.
Two big, blonde Germans, named Heidrich and Jareth respectively, assisted him with liberating Marla and setting her on her feet. They led her over to the sling.
Marla began to fight immediately when she saw what they had in mind. Ignoring her struggles, they calmly picked her up by the arms and legs and hoisted her into the air. Darius held the straps of the sling and the men placed Marla in it, fastening the leather straps around her ankles and wrists. She hung there, spread and vulnerable.
"You're going to pay for this," she screamed at Sandra, catching sight of the aloof woman standing in the shadows.
"Oh my, what a pretty picture," said Sandra, crossing the room. She pinched a nipple. Marla strained against the bonds holding her. Sandra laughed again.
"Forget it, my pretty," she said, with a mocking smile. "You're our prisoner, by your master's orders, and here you'll stay until you've learned to behave. " Her smile faded as she looked with undisguised lust up and down Marla's body.
The long blonde hair hung almost to the floor. The brilliant blue eyes blazed. Marla's body was flushed with anger and the exertion of trying to release herself.
Marla felt a mouth on her clit. One of the blondes was kneeling between her legs. A large black man came around and stood beside Marla's head. He forced Marla's mouth open. With one hand, he pulled his jock strap aside. With the other, he pulled Marla's head closer by grasping a handful of hair and tugging.
Marla's world suddenly went dark as a blindfold came down over her eyes. She tried to protest, and the prick slid into her mouth. She began gagging immediately. It was huge! One of the biggest pieces of meat she had ever seen, or ever been forced to take into her mouth, for that matter.
The man now slid more of his shaft into Marla's mouth. He shook the girl's head and Marla began sucking on the hard shaft, feeling the head trying to slide down her throat. She tried to shake her head, but the man slapped her across the face and went on feeding her his dick.
Fingers were gliding all over her body by this time, poking and probing. The mouth that had captured her pussy moved faster and faster on it, the lips encircling the clit tightly and applying fierce suction.
Hands moved up and down her thighs, caressing and pinching. Fingers moved over her ass, parting the cheeks. She felt warm wetness and then a tongue slid into her anus. She wriggled in her straps with the feeling.
Lips were on her nipples. Sometimes the lips sucked on her nipples and sometimes teeth bit gently into them. She moaned around her mouthful as the tongue probed deeper inside, first her pussy and then her anus, and the teeth came down less delicately on her nips.
The mouth returned to its attack on Marla's pussy and clit. She squirmed around but there was nowhere to go. Her body responded to all the different feelings. Her clit was now rock hard and her nipples were erect. She felt a longing in both her cunt and her anal tract that could not be banished.
She didn't have long to wait. The tongue slid out and was replaced by a long, plump prick. It slid home, its owner grunting. Marla clamped her lips tight around the shaft filling her mouth to keep from yelling aloud.
Her tiny clitoris was abruptly freed of the strangle hold the mouth had had on it. Her sense of desolation was great, but the penis invading her steamy tunnel allowed very little thought for anything else.
The cock in her mouth now slid all the way in, the head sliding past her tonsils and into her throat. Marla retched against it, but to no avail. She did her best to open up her throat.
Marla's love button stood out from her pubic hair, just begging for attention. She felt fingers begin to stroke it, at first with long gentle strokes, and then with more ferocity, short, sharp strokes that soon brought her to the brink of orgasm, and then left her there.
Her clit strained up, searching for that hand. Nothing was forthcoming. She felt the tears of frustration welling up behind her blindfold. She'd never been restrained from coming before. The feeling was going to drive her mad.
The cock filling her cunt was driven further and further in. Marla didn't know how much further it could go without tearing something. Already, she was in tremendous pain. If the cock in her mouth was one of the biggest she'd ever sucked, the cock in her pussy was one of the largest she'd ever been forced to have in there.
Hands were on her thighs, holding her steady for the punishing cock pounding away deep inside her. She heard the grunting and groaning of the men invading her. Her head was spinning.
The thrusts grew fiercer and harder, and suddenly her ravaged twat was filling up with hot jism. She felt the jolts of cum hitting against her hot walls, and the jerking of the body slamming against her.
The cock was suddenly withdrawn, only to be immediately replaced with another. Marla had no time even to draw breath. This invader was even larger.
Her scream was muffled, and she heard the man above her laugh softly.
Without warning, a hot mouth again covered her clitoris. Marla thrust her hips up as hard as she could, feeling the cock deep inside her matching her thrusts. Hands were on her ass, lifting her up slightly to allow the man raping her better purchase.
Her plump pussy was squeezed and caressed, her clit was enveloped in a hot, sweet wetness that threatened to send her over the edge. With all her soul, she longed for it to bring her off. Every time she came to the brink, however, the mouth would withdraw, leaving her thrusting her hips wildly in the air, seeking relief.
And all the time, the cock in her mouth was plunging away, filling her mouth and throat completely, almost cutting off her air. Hands were in her hair, controlling her head, forcing it back and forth on that monster meat.
With an inarticulate cry, the second man to fuck Marla came, pulling out in time to send his cum spurting across Marla's sweating body. Some of it hit her on the chest and chin. Dimly, she heard laughter.
Hands were once again parting her asscheeks.
"No," she breathed, but no one could have heard her anyway, around her huge mouthful.
She felt fingers sliding into her anus, felt them spreading her hole. The fingers curled into a fist.
The whole fist suddenly slammed up into Marla's anal tract. Again, she screamed behind the huge cock in her mouth.
Once again, the mouth returned to caress her throbbing button. Sobbing, tears running down her face, Marla felt the juice welling up out of her pussy and running down her leg. A hand replaced the mouth, rubbing furiously to squeeze out every last drop of nectar that could possibly be hiding in Marla's sweet, hot cunt.
The penis in Marla's mouth at once exploded, sending a river of cum down Marla's throat. Groaning, the man pulled out and splashed the rest of his cum over Marla's body.
Marla felt the fist being withdrawn from her anal tract and cried aloud with relief and pain. She was scarcely aware anymore of her surroundings. A hand descended onto her limp body and she jerked. The blindfold was removed.
Darius stood smiling down at her, running his hand over the girl's body. His own body was dripping with sweat and Marla knew, looking at Darius' pink- tinged hand that his had been the fist in her ass. She looked away, her face red.
"Beautiful," said Sandra softly, from her vantage point. Jeffrey agreed. He rose to his feet, pushing Mary down on her knees.
Striding over to Marla, Jeffrey bent and kissed the young woman's full, pouting mouth. Marla returned his kiss after a moment, her mouth opening under Jeffrey's, her tongue seeking the older man's.
Jeffrey laughed and straightened up.
"Nice pet," he said. "I almost envy old Tony."
"I know what you mean," agreed Sandra.
Jeffrey looked over at Mary and snapped his fingers. Reluctantly, Mary rose to her feet and walked over to Jeffrey's side.
"I think I'd like to take Mary home with me tonight," Jeffrey said conversationally to Sandra. Sandra turned away so that Jeffrey wouldn't see the misery in her face.
"Yes, if you wish," she said, in a low voice. She turned to Darius. "Bring Marla upstairs, to my room."
She returned to her guests, now inviting them to take advantage of Jeffrey's offer of Daryl.
Daryl had been brought back into the room during the induction of Marla into the ranks. She now stood, awkwardly, in a comer of the room. Darius brought her to the table Marla had been sprawled out on and bent her forward over it. He strapped the girl's arms to the side of the table, and presented her ass to the room.
"How often you had it up the ass, sweet meat?" he asked her, as he fastened the last strap. She shook her head, and he saw the tears starting in her eyes. He grinned and left her there.
Saunders was the first to take her, roughly parting Daryl's asscheeks and plunging his hard cock deep into her.
He pulled on Daryl's short curls while he fucked her, making the girl whimper at the pain of the hair- pulling, along with the pain of the rough penetration.
Daryl's small tits and pelvic bone were being rammed against the hard edge of the table with every thrust of Saunders' cock in her ass. It made her pussy tingle to be rubbed against the hard surface like that. She closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feelings the fucking was generating. They were making her clit harden and throb, which made it hurt more when it banged against the table.
Saunders let go of Daryl's hair and placed both hands on the girl's hips, holding her firmly while thrusting deeply into her. The head of his cock battered constantly at the outer walls of her pussy, making Daryl groan with suppressed lust.
In a very short time, Saunders was gasping and grunting as the cum erupted from his hard cock, shooting deep into Daryl. It flowed back out, and Saunders pulled away quickly, wiping his cock on the girl's round, plump ass.
Another man promptly took his place, parting the girl's cheeks and ramming his own member home. Daryl gasped and clenched her teeth, hard. The cock drove deeper into her, making her cry out.
Jeffrey watched with a satisfied smile as one after another of the men took Daryl. Each one fucked the young woman hard, making her squirm and cry out repeatedly.
At last, Sandra approached Daryl. She delivered several stinging slaps to Daryl's ass as she stood behind him. Daryl struggled against the bonds holding her arms, trying desperately to free herself and stop the painful spanking.
Sandra lifted her hand once more, then slipped a hand between the girl's asscheeks. The little hole opened again, and Sandra slid four fingers in at once.
Daryl moaned against the table. Her ass was being split in two. The fingers probed far up, widening her hole more than the cocks had. She gave a sigh of relief when the fingers withdrew, followed by a yelp as Sandra's entire fist entered her tight asshole.
Sandra's other hand slipped around and probed for Daryl's clit, but Daryl scarcely noticed. Her asshole was on fire, and she could barely breathe. She shifted her weight, trying to find a more comfortable position, but there was none.
The fist slammed up inside her over and over again. It felt as if the fist was filling both orifices at once, as the force of the pounding made her rectum seem to press right into her pussy.
Daryl's clit stiffened as fingers slithered over it and the sensations in her anus increased. She began moving her hips involuntarily, keeping in time with Sandra's hard thrusts into her rectum.
Sandra stroked Daryl's clitoris, occasionally dipping her fingers into the girl's wet pussy, while ramming her fist inside Daryl's tight ass. Her anger burned as she thought of Jeffrey taking Mary, and her thrusts became harder, faster.
Daryl began crying out as the pressure inside her anus increased more. Her pussy was now banging out a message of its own, as it throbbed against the table in a frenzy. Her cries echoed in the room.
Sandra's own cunt was on fire. She wanted to fuck the girl. She jerked his head at Darius, who came forward holding the tray with dildos and other devices. Sandra roughly withdrew her fist from Daryl's anus, making the girl yelp once again with pain.
Darius quickly wiped Sandra's fist with a towel, and then spread the girl's asscheeks wide apart.
Sandra chose the largest, leather-covered dildo on the tray. She grunted and shoved all of it into Daryl with one movement. Daryl, beyond crying out by this time, only whimpered. Her cunt, ignored by all, erupted in a shower of clear, sweet fluid that trickled off the edge of the table and onto her own feet.
Darius pulled Daryl's head over to the side of the table, straining the young woman's other arm. He forced the girl's mouth open and rammed his cock all the way to the back of Daryl's throat.
Sandra grunted, watching Darius rape Daryl's mouth. She thrust in hard. Her other hand went down to her clit and she began stroking herself, concentrating only on the fucking Daryl was getting. Her hand moved faster and faster, and then she suddenly shot off a stream of cum.
Darius, watching his mistress come, pumped his hard cock into Daryl's mouth and delivered his own hot cum, spurting it down the girl's throat, almost gagging her.
Jeffrey watched the whole proceeding with his eyes narrowed. He knew very well why Sandra was being so rough on his pet. Well, two could play that game. He looked at Mary, and grinned evilly.
Mary refused to watch any of it. She stared mesmerized at her own feet, not responding to anyone or anything.
Sandra withdrew the dildo, noting with satisfaction that there was a tinge of pink on it. She glanced at Jeffrey, who was regarding the cock in Sandra's hand fixedly. Sandra smiled to herself.
Jeffrey looked at her somberly.
"I think she's really had all she can take, now," was all he said. Sandra agreed, and told Darius to release the girl. Darius complied, and Daryl collapsed into Jeffrey's arms.
"Let's go home," whispered Jeffrey, and, collecting Mary, headed for the door.
"Good night," he called mockingly to Sandra. The latter watched him go with anger in her heart, but a mocking smile on her lips.
CHAPTER THREE
Jeffrey toyed with Mary all the way back to his apartment, leaving Daryl slumped and pouting in a comer of the car.
He ran his hands over Mary's unwilling body, chuckling with glee when he felt the girl's trembling. His fingers carefully probed the girl's slit, and slid under Mary to examine her ass.
Mary, on her knees beside Jeffrey, with her hands firmly bound behind her back, offered no protest, but made no bones about the fact that this scene was far from what she desired.
Jeffrey slid one finger into Mary's tight asshole, listening to the girl's gasp of outrage and pain with an amused smile. He pushed it in further, and began rubbing, moving the finger around, caressing the walls of Mary's anal tract.
Mary moved with the finger, involuntarily riding it as it probed her. Her pussy, already throbbing, pulsed more at this invasion of her bowels. Her clit pushed out of its covering, and began straining forward for attention.
Jeffrey withdrew his finger and wrapped a long cloak around Mary as the car pulled up before the apartment building. Muttering, Daryl got out before the chauffeur could come around to open the door. She ran into the building, past the startled doorman, and headed for the elevators without waiting for Jeffrey and Mary.
The doorman touched his cap. From his attitude, Mary thought, one would suppose that Jeffrey brought home young women dressed as Mary was every night; perhaps he did.
Jeffrey and Mary caught up with Daryl by the elevator doors. The girl had already pressed the button and stood there, hands deep in the pockets of her trench coat.
"Daryl, darling, pour out some drinks," Jeffrey said as they walked into the apartment. Daryl said nothing, but went to do it. Jeffrey took Mary by the arm and led her to the bedroom.
"I want you to lie face-down on the bed, and think about me." Jeffrey pushed Mary onto the bed and stood there while the girl awkwardly lay on her face. Jeffrey removed several pillows so that Mary would not suffocate, and left the room.
Mary lay thinking about Jeffrey indeed, and what might be in store for her. Her eyes grew hot as she thought about Sandra, and she blinked away her tears. She'd give anything to know what it was Jeffrey was holding over Sandra's head, so as to be able to eradicate it.
She heard Jeffrey's deep voice in the other room, raised in laughter. Daryl whined something, and the deep voice became angry. Mary thought Daryl was crazy, deliberately picking a fight with Jeffrey. Then again, Mary probably knew Jeffrey a little better. She'd certainly known him longer.
Their voices sounded louder. They were coming into the bedroom. Despite herself, Mary's legs quivered as a jolt of excitement shot through her body. Her asscheeks tightened, and her clit began to throb.
Jeffrey knelt on the bed, his fingers deftly undoing the knots of the tie that held Mary's hands. He helped the girl turn around, and re-tied her hands so that they were now held in front of Mary. Jeffrey then ordered Mary to lie on her back and stretch her arms up over her head.
Mary's hands were tied to the headboard above her. She shivered. Now, she was basically helpless. She could still kick Jeffrey, but, without the use of her hands, she felt vulnerable.
Jeffrey now ordered Daryl to get him two silk scarves out of his bureau. Daryl brought them, and watched with envy and delight as Jeffrey grasped Mary's right ankle and twisted the scarf around it, then brought it up to the outermost post of the headboard and tied it there. He did the same with Mary's left ankle and stood back,, regarding the girl with satisfaction.
Mary now lay tied with her hands and feet on the same level approximately with her head. Her ass and genitals were displayed and vulnerable.
Jeffrey sat on the bed and stroked Mary's body, his fingers lingering between the spread legs. Mary, though she knew it was no use, struggled anyway. Her whole body was on fire now. Her face was a bright red as she thought of how she must look, and the feelings of lust swept over her. Never before had she been in such a submissive position.
Daryl brought, at Jeffrey's command, a small bottle of oil, which Jeffrey proceeded to rub over Mary's body. It tingled and made Mary even more aware of the position she was in. Some of it trickled down into her vaginal slit and between her ass- cheeks.
Jeffrey rubbed it liberally into the girl's ass. Mary felt a burning sensation beginning, and soon her bumhole was throbbing. She began to move again, her tiny anal entrance opening and closing in rhythm as she longed for someone to fill her.
The oil was rubbed onto Mary's nipples, and into her pussy. She gasped as the feelings in her ass intensified. Now they were joined by the burning in her loins as the oil soaked in.
Jeffrey poured oil over his fingers, and inserted three of them into Mary's asshole. The girl's sphincter muscles instantly closed over the fingers, drawing them even deeper in. Jeffrey laughed, and rose onto his knees above Mary.
Daryl was ordered to kneel beside Mary and start stroking her off. She knelt and put her delicate little hand on Mary's hard clitoris. She began sliding her hand up and down Mary's slit, while Jeffrey poured oil over it from the bottle he still held in his other hand.
Jeffrey now put the bottle down. As Daryl stroked Mary's cunt, Jeffrey slowly withdrew his fingers. He put a thumb on either side of Mary's pussyhole, and pulled it open. His huge cockhead probed the tender opening, and Mary tensed, holding her breath.
The man above her smiled. He looked down at her spread legs and inviting opening, and pushed past it, to her asshole. His cockhead probed her anus.
Mary let her breath out in a loud cry as Jeffrey's cock slid into her ass. Without pause, Jeffrey drew it out again, then slammed it in again. Mary grunted as the cock slid home once more, and was abruptly withdrawn.
Jeffrey rammed in his cock again, and started fucking Mary with abandon. His hands held the girl's thighs tightly, pinching and mauling, raising bruises under his fingers. His cock plunged in deep, battering against Mary's near-virginal anal tract, and making the girl's cunt bum and grow even wetter under Daryl's fingers.
"You slut," Jeffrey breathed into Mary's ear, bending low over the girl's helplessly bound body. "You whore. Look at you. Lying in my bed, responding to my every gesture. You're a slut."
Mary closed her eyes and turned her head away. Daryl's clever fingers moved rapidly over Mary's clit, evoking the lust in Mary's loins.
Jeffrey delivered a stinging slap to Mary's face, making her turn and look at him in surprise.
"Look at me when I talk to you, slut," Jeffrey said. "Oh, yes, what a slut. Come on, slut, grind your body against mine. I want to feel you."
Mary responded, her hips straining upward as she tried to press her body against Jeffrey's. Her sphincter muscles clenched tightly around the invading penis, squeezing for all their worth.
Daryl felt the clit between her fingers swell, and stroked harder.
Mary's breath hissed in and out of her nostrils as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. With a cry, she came, spilling her cum up over Daryl's hand, covering not only her, but Jeffrey's belly and her own. Her body dropped back, but Jeffrey would not leave it alone. He urged the girl in a whisper to "grind."
"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," Mary began screaming as the sensations in her ass made her cum flow once again. Her body jerked with the force of her ejaculation as her anal muscles held Jeffrey in their tight grip.
Jeffrey began groaning as the sphincter ring squeezed him. His cock and balls were throbbing. He increased his strokes, driving deeper and harder into the tight ass beneath him.
Daryl, still kneeling beside Mary, though no longer touching her, moved down a little, to kneel beside Jeffrey. Jeffrey had his eyes closed, his cock driving forcefully into Mary's body. Daryl put a hand on Jeffrey's ass and, receiving no admonishment, slid it down to the crack of Jeffrey's ass. She stroked it then, with a mischievous look, slid one finger into Jeffrey's asshole.
Jeffrey's eyes flew wide open as, with a shout, he began filling Mary's ass with hot, creamy jism. Daryl jammed her finger further up, and another shot of cum sent a jolt of pleasure through Jeffrey's body.
Jeffrey continued pumping into Mary even as his cock began to deflate. Daryl quickly withdrew her finger and slid off the bed. Jeffrey slowed down gradually and gently disengaged himself. He sat back on his heels and regarded Mary with a smile.
Mary did not smile back. She turned away again and would not look at Jeffrey. Jeffrey sighed and turned to Daryl.
"You had better come here," he said, in an ominous voice. Trembling, Daryl stood beside him.
"Bend over that chair," Jeffrey told her, pointing to the armchair drawn up before the fireplace. Daryl bent over its back, her hands grasping the arms.
Jeffrey rose and took his thick, black leather belt from the closet. He took up a position to the left of Daryl's body and raised the belt.
"Ow, ow, ow," howled Daryl as the belt came down, three times. Her ass tingled and burned where the belt had descended. Jeffrey looked down at the red welts raised by the belt and smiled. He lifted the belt and brought it down an additional three times, making Daryl cry out even louder.
"I'm sorry," cried Daryl. "I thought it would give you pleasure."
"Hmph," grunted Jeffrey, whacking the girl across the ass again, "it's not your place to bring me pleasure unless I tell you to." He dropped the belt and pulled the girl upright. Holding her close, he kissed her passionately, his fingers tight on the girl's arms, his tongue probing the sweet darkness of the girl's mouth.
He broke off abruptly, and pushed Daryl away. Returning to the bed, he untied Mary and helped the young woman massage some feeling back into her legs and arms.
Mary was grateful. Her whole body'd been going numb, trussed up in that position. She also hoped against hope that Jeffrey was satisfied and would send her home now.
Jeffrey had no intention of sending Mary home that night. He would want her again. He was hoping that they could have one-on-one; he wanted Mary to want him. He didn't want to have to tie her up every time.
Daryl was still standing by the chair Jeffrey had whipped him at. Jeffrey held out his hand and Daryl joined them on the bed. Mary moved over so that Jeffrey could lie beside her, drawing Daryl down on his other side.
Jeffrey lay turned away from Mary, caressing Daryl gently until the girl's breathing turned to gentle snores. Then he covered her with the quilt that had slid to the floor, and turned to Mary.
Mary was still awake, staring at the ceiling. She did not move away when Jeffrey rolled over to her, nor did she respond.
Jeffrey's fingers caressed Mary's body again, gently this time. He tenderly touched Mary's face, and turned it toward him so he could kiss the pouting mouth.
Mary closed her eyes as Jeffrey kissed her. She wanted to hate this man, but could not. Her body was again responding to Jeffrey's touch, but Mary worked very hard at hiding it.
Jeffrey, no fool, knew that Mary was turned on by all that was done to her. He paid no attention to the girl's seeming indifference; he continued caressing and kissing Mary.
Mary suddenly raised her arms and put them around Jeffrey. She pressed her body against Jeffrey's, returning his kisses with a passion that surprised both of them.
Jeffrey took advantage of Mary's sudden turnabout. He rolled on top of the young woman, his tongue driving deep into Mary's mouth, his fingers running rapidly up and down that amazing body.
Mary spread her legs of her own volition. Her hand slid along Jeffrey's body until it came to the older man's hard penis. Mary clutched it, drawing it between her legs.
She drew Jeffrey down between her thighs, lifting her legs up and spreading them so as to give the man easier access.
Jeffrey grasped his hard shaft and aimed his cockhead at Mary's tiny asshole. With a moan, Mary felt the entire length of it again bury itself in her anal tract.
Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around Jeffrey. She began to grind her pelvis up in time with Jeffrey's deep, penetrating strokes into her ass.
Jeffrey put both hands on Mary's ass, spreading her cheeks even further apart. His large cock probed deep into Mary's rectum, driving Mary wild with the burning sensations the friction of the hard, huge shaft rubbing against her anal walls was causing.
"Daryl," said Jeffrey softly. The girl came awake instantly and gazed at the entwined pair beside her.
At a look from Jeffrey, she put out her hand and grasped Mary's pubic hair. She stroked along the length of Mary's slit, her fingers alternating between soft, gentle strokes and rough, rapid jerking motions.
Mary groaned. Her hips lifted with each of Jeffrey's thrusts and her clitoris grew hard and swollen with desire as the cum built up inside. Her fingers wound themselves in Jeffrey's hair and she pulled him forward for a kiss.
Jeffrey kissed Mary tenderly, then pulled back and drove his penis deep into the girl. Mary yelled aloud, and began pumping upwards furiously. Daryl rubbed harder on the clit under her hand, and was rewarded with a gusher of white, creamy cum.
Mary gasped and came again as Jeffrey again drove into her, burying his shaft to the hilt in the girl's rectum. Daryl's fingers, meanwhile, were still busy, trying to provoke yet another burst of creamy cum to spill over her hand.
Jeffrey groaned as Mary's sphincter muscles spasmed around his cock, squeezing it tight. He was held an effective prisoner as the girl's bumhole increased its grip, making it almost impossible to move. He glared down at Mary, but Mary's eyes were closed in ecstasy as she clung to Jeffrey.
Finally, Mary eased up, and Jeffrey continued plunging in and out of the girl's ass. He grunted as his cock and balls hardened, the sperm heating up to the boiling point.
Jeffrey gave a loud cry and thrust forward as the jism spurted out of his cock and into Mary's ass. He fell onto the girl's body as his balls sent another jolt of cum shooting deep inside Mary.
Sweating, shaking, Jeffrey lay on top of Mary, releasing every drop of cum as his body continued to move with the force of his ejaculation.
At last he lifted his body from Mary, rolling over to lie on his side. Daryl lay on Mary's other side, her fingers still lightly grazing the shaft and tiny head of Mary's clit.
Mary gently removed the fingers, smiling apologetically at Daryl. Daryl shrugged and rolled over, presenting her back to Mary and Jeffrey.
"Never mind," said Jeffrey, throwing an arm across Mary and stroking his hand down Daryl's back. Mary closed her eyes, breathing in the musky scent of sex, and gradually fell asleep.
Jeffrey's eyes too, closed, and he drifted off, his hand still gently moving along Daryl's spine. Daryl was already asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marla lay, hands tied to the bedpost above her. She was face-down, her ass in the air. A dildo filled her ass completely; another one was rammed up inside her pussy; her mouth was gagged with a rubber ball.
Sandra stood beside the bed, a thick black leather belt in her hand. She stroked between the girl's thighs with it, rubbing it over the tender young pussy lips. Occasionally, she brought it down across Marla's ass, making the girl jump and cry out behind the gag.
The ball was removed. Sandra knelt beside Marla's head and grasped the girl firmly by the hair. Marla opened her mouth on command, and it was filled by Sandra's large lips and clit. The girl began licking and sucking, trying to get her mouth around all of that expanse of flesh she was offered.
Sandra grinned and thrust her pussy harder against the girl's mouth. She would love to be able to shoot her nectar down the back of the throat. Marla moaned and opened up her mouth its widest. Sandra thrust in again.
Marla's hips moved involuntarily. This angle for giving head was awkward, and pain quickly developed in her neck. This, coupled with the submissiveness of her position and the dildos rammed in her two orifices, made her feel dizzy and flushed. Her pussy began to throb.
Sandra pulled her cunt away from the girl's mouth, making Marla give an agonized cry of frustration. She untied the girl and forced her to a kneeling position. This pushed the dildo further up Marla's ass, making her gasp.
Marla was ordered to move further down the bed. Sandra lay back against the pillows and commanded that Marla again apply her mouth to the task at hand. Marla bent forward, feeling the leather cock in her ass press against the one in her pussy. She took. Sandra's hard clit in her mouth and began running her tongue up and down, and back and forth across it.
Sandra groaned and broke out in a sweat. She put her hands on Marla's head, urging more of her cunt into the girl's wet mouth. Marla took hold of a fistful of Sandra's pubic hair and used it to pull more of that sweet flesh into her mouth.
The older woman grasped the girl's hair tightly and began fucking her mouth. Her clit rammed into Marla's tongue as she ground her pussy against the girl's lips.
The girl continued using her tongue, swabbing the extended nub of flesh with each thrust. Her fingers glided over the lips of Sandra's cunt and her bottom. They caressed gently yet firmly. One slid down the crack of Sandra's ass and began stroking tenderly up and down. Then, she slid one into Sandra's steaming twat.
Sandra gasped and fucked the girl's mouth harder. Her lips opened up of their own accord. Her hands increased their pressure as her cunt bumped against Marla's mouth.
With a low, moaning cry, Sandra began filling Marla's mouth with hot juice. It flowed out of her cunt and into Marla's mouth. Marla licked and slurped, making sure not a drop was wasted.
Sandra lay back and looked at the girl crouched on her knees between her legs. She grinned.
"Turn around," she ordered. Marla straightened up and turned her back to Sandra.
"Bend forward," said Sandra. Marla did so. Sandra sat up and grasped the bottom of the dildo protruding from the girl's ass. She began thrusting it in and out of Marla's ass, making the girl moan.
"Jerk off," Sandra growled in Marla's ear. Marla put her hand on her pussy and began tugging on the full lips, sending a finger down to manipulate the dildo inside her pussy. Her fingers moved frantically over her tiny clitoris. Her clit had hardened unbearably while she ate Sandra, and she needed some relief, fast.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped while the dildos penetrated her.
"Did I say you could come?" Sandra suddenly asked.
"No," gasped the girl.
"Then don't you dare, or I'll whip your ass with this belt."
"Oh, God," moaned Marla. Her strokes seemed to increase of their own volition. The thought of that leather belt hitting her ass, the hot searing pain of it, made her clit and pussy throb. Her hand moved faster.
"Did you hear me?" growled Sandra.
"Yes," said the girl, in a low voice. "But I can't-oh, God," she suddenly cried, and the hot, sweet cum shot out of her cunt and dribbled onto the bed.
Sandra frowned. She slapped a hand down on the girl's left asscheek, and plunged the dildo deeper inside. Marla cried out, her hips moving wildly as the leather-covered dildo pressed hard against her bowels.
Sandra thrust the dildo in two more times, shoving it as far up as it would go. Marla yelled out and buried her face in the blankets at the foot of the bed.
Picking up the belt which had slid to the floor, Sandra grasped the girl by the hair and pulled her across her lap. Her left hand slid under and grasped Marla's pussy in a firm grip.
She raised the belt in the air. Marla held her breath, her body tense across Sandra's lap. Sandra brought the belt whistling down. It hit Marla's ass with a flat crack, making the girl cry out and bite her lip.
Again the belt descended on her tender ass- cheeks. Marla put her hand into her mouth, trying to stop the cries that were escaping from her lips, but she could not. The belt came down again and again, making her ass tingle and her cunt throb.
"I thought so," said Sandra. "You are a pain slut, aren't you little girl?"
"Never," gasped Marla. "I hate this. I hate you for this." She bit down on her hand again as the belt whacked her sore ass.
Sandra chuckled and brought the belt down once more. She dropped it on the floor and regarded her handiwork.
Marla's ass was bright red. Welts crisscrossed it. She put her hand on it and began gently rubbing, massaging the throbbing asscheeks.
The pain in her ass was a steady throb. Between the whipping and the dildo still penetrating her uterus and bowels, Marla felt weak-kneed. She lay unprotesting as Sandra once again began thrusting the leather cocks in and out of her cunt and anus.
Sandra grinned. She pulled Marla up to a kneeling position and abruptly withdrew the dildo from the girl's ass. Marla gasped. Sandra pushed her up to the head of the bed and forced her head down into the pillows. She grasped the dildo remaining in Marla's pussy.
She pulled it out. Placing the head of the hard leather cock at the entrance to Marla's pussy, Sandra rammed it inside in one swift, sure motion.
Marla, face in the pillows, gave a muffled cry as the hard penis once again invaded her. Her hands came around to beat at Sandra, and were captured and held above her head.
Sandra grasped the girl's wrists in one strong hand and used the other to jerk the girl off. Marla groaned and moved her hips with the thrusts of the big penis in her cunt.
"Slut, girl," whispered Sandra. She drove forcefully into the pussy in front of her. Her fingers moved rapidly up and down the length of Marla's clitoral shaft, caressing then hurting, bringing Marla to the brink of ejaculation and then backing off, making the girl moan in frustration.
Sandra began pounding the dildo harder into Marla, feeling the muscles closing firmly around its shaft with each thrust. Her own pussy began to throb and tingle. She was not far from another orgasm.
Marla clenched her muscles tightly as her clitoris was rubbed with determination. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter as it was abused by the overly large dildo, and knew that she was going to cum. If only Sandra would allow it.
Sandra moved her hand rapidly over Marla's clit. She felt the girl tensing up beneath her fingers, and stroked harder, faster.
With a cry, Marla slumped forward, pumping her hot juice over Sandra's hand and onto the sheets. Sandra grunted and slammed the hard, leather- covered cock into the girl. She moved faster as her love canal filled with juice and began to throb.
She pulled the girl tight against her and began to rub her pussy against Marla's ass. She thrust again with the dildo and felt her orgasm building. The honey flowed out of her as she rubbed frenziedly, and she continued rubbing until every drop was spent. Then, with a last thrust, she slumped forward.
They fell together onto the bed, face-down, Sandra lying atop Marla's body. Sandra rolled partway off the girl, and wrapped his arms around him. Marla snuggled up against her, turning so as to see her face.
She leaned towards Sandra and surprised her with a kiss on her mouth. Sandra responded in kind. Marla, snug in those slender yet strong arms, kissed Sandra's face lovingly. Her fingers trailed languorously over the older woman's body.
"I guess I didn't know what I was missing," she whispered huskily.
Sandra chuckled. She reached up and switched off the lamp.
"What do you mean?" she asked the girl.
Marla was silent for so long that Sandra thought she'd dropped off to sleep. When she finally answered, her voice was throaty with emotion.
"I just didn't know it could be like this," she told Sandra. "It never was with Tony."
"Maybe Tony doesn't know what you need."
"No, I don't think he does. I mean, he does a lot of the same things you do, but not the way you do. Do you understand?"
"I think so," answered Sandra, responding to the urgency in the younger woman's voice. "Don't worry about it so. Maybe I can give lessons to Tony."
Marla sighed.
"I wish I could just stay right here," she told Sandra. Sandra began to laugh.
"You never know, do you?" she asked, her voice richly amused. "Go to sleep, slut." She breathed gently against the girl's hair, and Marla felt oddly comforted. She clasped her arms around Sandra and slept.
After the guests had departed and Sandra retired to her bedroom, Darius roamed around the slave chamber. He had his pick of slaves whenever there was a party of this sorts, and he liked to take his time; make the pets sweat a little.
Terence and Shawn lounged back on chairs, watching their boss check out each of the slaves. They grinned at each other. They'd already discovered the joys of illicit sex; after Darius had made his choice, they each picked a slave to enjoy, although it was strictly against the rules. They never spoke of it to anyone, of course, and while neither wanted to change that, Terence sometimes thought they ought to invite someone else to join in, just for a change of pace.
Darius paused behind the last girl in the row of chained slaves. She'd been very good throughout her rape by the dildo, never crying out or begging for more. Darius chuckled. This was the one.
He removed the girl's gag.
"What's your name again?" he asked, although he knew perfectly well.
"Doe," answered the girl, her eyes downcast. She never looked directly at anyone unless ordered to. Darius found this an endearing trait.
"Alright, let's go," said Darius, turning around and snapping his fingers. At once, Terence and Shawn rose and began liberating the slaves one by one.
They were chained together at the wrist, to be marched back to their quarters. Darius, having adjured Terence and Shawn to 'behave themselves' while they took the pets away, now turned to the slavegirl he'd held back for his own pleasure.
Doe trembled as Darius' gaze travelled over her young body. She was tall and slender. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes shone, partly with fear and partly with curiosity. They were large and luminous, and clearly explained her name.
Her body was lightly muscled; her breasts were no more than a handful each, with tiny pink nipples; she had well-formed, round buttocks. Her cunt, Darius noted, was also well-formed, larger than the average slavegirl's, with a thick bush of curly, dark hair. Sandra usually chose her slaves for their childlike qualities, rounded limbs and small genitalia.
Doe closed her eyes as Darius put an arm around her and caressed her body. She'd not gotten used to this life yet. At nineteen, sex was still new to her, and she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to satisfying someone else's desires while ignoring her own.
Darius now fastened a leather collar around Doe's neck. He attached a long, leather lead to the ring in the collar.
Stepping back, he admired the look. Doe looked away. Darius chuckled and picked up the end of the lead.
"Come on, pet," he said, and tugging on the lead, led Doe out of the room and to his quarters.
Although not on the same level as Sandra's room, perhaps, the bedroom was still impressive. A large brass bed dominated it. Doe noticed that there were shackles attached to these walls also, some at eye level and some near the floor. Her apprehension grew.
Darius looped the end of the lead over the brass headboard, tying it securely. He went to a bureau in the comer of the room and got out a pair of shackles. These he attached to Doe's wrists, joining her hands in front of her. He then instructed Doe to kneel on the bed, facing the wall, her hands on the brass pole of the headboard.
Doe nervously did as she was told, her heart beating faster. A blindfold suddenly descended, cutting off her vision. Her body began to quiver.
Darius crossed to the dresser again and got out a tube of lubricant and a couple of different sized dildoes. Returning to the bed, he ordered Doe to open her mouth. The girl complied, and the smaller of the dildoes was inserted into her mouth, sliding back to her tonsils and making her gag.
"And don't let me catch you spitting that back out," warned Darius. He hummed softly and knelt behind her. Doe's body tensed even more.
She grunted as fingers slid into her anus, smearing lubricating jelly deep inside her. The fingers were withdrawn, and replaced immediately by the other, larger dildo.
Doe groaned loudly as her bowels were invaded by the large rubber prick. She began grinding her pelvis forward as the thrusts of the dildo forced her body to move.
Darius, kneeling behind the girl, put his hand on Doe's shoulder and thrust the dildo repeatedly inside Doe. He delighted in the moans issuing from behind the dildo in Doe's mouth. His penis, already hard and straining, began to throb intensely. He had to fuck this girl, and soon!
He quickly withdrew the dildo, making Doe gasp. The dildo slipped from her mouth, but neither of them noticed, as Darius grasped his own shaft and probed his cockhead into Doe's tight ass.
Doe grasped the headboard tight as the huge prick slid into her anus. Her cunt throbbed as blood surged through her entire body, but it was not possible for her to gain satisfaction. She needed to be touched in that special place, and so far Darius was ignoring it.
She bowed her head in submission as the giant penis began to move inside her anal tract.
Darius rubbed his fingers around Doe's pussy and found the head of her clit. He began jerking on it, rubbing it hard, making the girl cringe and sweat. The huge black cock pounded into her ass, causing her body to shudder with desire. She began slamming his hips back against Darius as the cock inside her moved deeper into her with each and every thrust.
Their gasps and groans soon came in unison. Darius felt the girl's sphincter grab hold and grip him tightly as he moved up and down. This girl was unbelievably tight! He thought his might possibly be the first cock inside her ass.
At that thought, Darius felt his ballsac filling, felt his testicles throbbing. He pumped harder into Doe.
Doe braced herself, feeling Darius' rhythm change. Her hands, wrapped tightly around the brass bar in front of her, ached with the pressure, but she didn't care. Her ass was on fire as the huge cock kept banging away inside her.
It was thrusting with great force against Doe now, giving her an unbearably pleasurable feeling of pressure and fullness. Her anal ring was being stretched as the massive cock plowed into her, and that too felt wonderful. Her muscles clenched tighter around the invading penis.
Darius now began slamming home. His breath whistled in and out of his mouth in a series of grunts, and his hips moved his cock with an amazing rapidity.
Doe moaned and thrust back with all her might. Darius let go of the girl's pussy hair and grabbed a handful of hair from her head. He plowed up into Doe, feeling his groin tighten with the pressure of the cum in his balls.
With a low growl deep in his throat, Darius felt the cum boiling up and out of him. He shouted, and his hands clasped the girl's slender hips as he delivered mighty thrusts deep inside Doe.
His cum spurted up inside the girl's ass, flowing back out again around Darius' still thrusting cock. Doe threw her head back as Darius continued plowing into her and squeezed her muscles hard, drawing another jolt of cum from Darius' prick.
Darius eventually stopped moving, although he still held his cock inside Doe. It was somewhat deflated, though hard enough to remain upright. He chuckled and withdrew it with a sigh of regret.
Doe continued kneeling where she was. Darius gently stroked the girl's ass, lying on his side and regarding the body kneeling up beside him.
He picked up the dildo he'd pulled from Doe's ass. Grinning, he re-inserted it, hearing Doe's gasp of pain and surprise.
"Beat off," he growled, his hand thrusting the dildo further in. He inserted three fingers of his other hand into her pussy all at once, and the girl cried out.
Doe put both hands down to her crotch and began stroking her clitoris and vaginal lips.
The dildo rammed him repeatedly. The fingers probed deeper into the recesses of her cunt. The pleasure began building in her loins again. Her fingers skimmed rapidly over her clit, and her other hand cupped her pussy, covering Darius' fingers and hand. She looked down at Darius, a plea in her eyes.
"Alright," said Darius, and began thrusting his fingers into her hard. He continued thrusting the dildo up inside the girl's anus, watching with pleasure as Doe jerked herself off.
Doe again threw back her head and let loose a long, breathless howl as cum poured out of her cunt and drenched Darius' hand. Her eyes closed, her fingers squeezed her nipples as her hand moved roughly over her breasts, drawing up another burst of juice.
Darius shoved the dildo in up to the hilt and held it there. Doe stopped stroking her clit, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"Nice," said Darius. He gestured with his hand, and Doe slowly lay down on her belly, trying not to dislodge the dildo buried in her ass.
"Here," Darius said, picking up the other one. "Put this back in your mouth. I like the way you look with your mouth full."
Blushing, Doe opened her mouth and the dildo slid between her lips. She wondered why Darius was not also insisting on filling her pussy, but decided not to ask.
Darius caressed her body, running his fingers up and down the girl's flanks, along her thighs, up the crack of her ass and along her pussy slit.
Doe squirmed. Her body moved as the fingers increased their pressure, now tickling along the girl's ribs.
"Is baby ticklish?" asked Darius, his face close to Doe's. Doe shook her head in a feeble attempt at denial, but Darius could tell better. He laughed, a rich rolling sound, and began probing along Doe's ribs, tickling and stroking.
Doe moaned. Her hands were stretched out above her, and Darius took advantage of that fact. He tickled the girl's sides, ignoring Doe's muffled protests.
Darius suddenly rose from the bed and went to his bureau once more. Doe turned her head and watched apprehensively.
The black man returned to the bed, carrying a long ostrich feather. Doe's eyes widened. With a curse, she began to struggle to her knees, the dildo dropping out of her mouth.
Darius reached out and grabbed the girl by the hair. He slammed her back down on the bed, on her back. He quickly attached the shackles to the headboard and replaced the dildo in Doe's mouth.
Helplessly, the girl watched Darius stand up again, feather in hand. She moaned. Darius looked down at her naked vulnerability and grinned, a grin of sheer delight.
He began at the tiny nipples. The feather tickled delicately over the sensitive buds, sending thrills of sensation through Doe's body. She squirmed as the feather began moving lower, tickling her ribs and sides.
Doe gasped. The feather lowered itself, now grazing her belly. The feather descended lower, tickling her pubic hair now. Doe's body began to thrash from side to side as the feather slid along the delicate flesh of Doe's thighs, and began to tickle her pussy.
Darius left off tickling the girl long enough to get a pair of ankle shackles from the drawer. He firmly attached them to the posts of the footboard, spreading Doe's legs wide apart.
Doe gritted her teeth as the feather traveled down her legs. Darius grinned and stood at the foot of the bed.
"No," pleaded Doe with her eyes, seeing where it was headed. Darius grinned more broadly.
"Beg me not to, girl," he said. She made a despairing face, and he came to the head of the bed to remove the small dildo.
"I said, beg me."
"Please, Darius, please, I'll do anything you ask, just don't tickle my feet. Please, please, please!"
Darius chuckled and returned to the foot of the bed. He lowered the feather.
An agonized cry reverberated around the room as the feather tickled its way over Doe's too-sensitive foot. It probed between the toes, it skimmed over the ball and sensitive arch.
Doe was writhing. Her body shook all over as the feather attacked first the left foot then the right. She heard her own voice begging shamefully for Darius to stop. She was whining, almost screaming, but she couldn't stop herself.
Darius loved it. He watched the girl's face as he tickled her. He'd had a feeling that this one was more than usually sensitive to this sort of thing, and he'd been right. His hand moved more quickly, sending the feather between Doe's toes again.
"I can't," gasped Doe. She was very red in the face, and tears streamed out of her eyes. Darius took pity on her.
He dropped the feather on the floor and got onto the bed. Kneeling between the girl's spread legs, he removed the dildo from his ass and pulled the girl's body up off the bed slightly.
Grasping his swollen penis in his hand, he gradually inserted it into Doe's tight cunthole, gasping at the way the uterine ring grabbed hold.
Doe cried out as the penis entered her. At this angle, it was even more painful than last time when he'd fucked her ass. The pressure increased, and then Darius was all the way in, and Doe could relax somewhat.
Her clit, however, began to stiffen at the feeling of her love canal filled completely with Darius' tremendous prick. Her hips couldn't move much, but her muscles closed spasmodically around the penile shaft, drawing a gasp of pain from Darius.
Darius' hands slid under Doe's ass and lifted her up with each stroke. His balls slapped heavily against the girl's asscheeks. He felt the muscles closing around him with every thrust, and his testicles began to tighten and draw up with the new batch of cum that filled them.
He buried his face in Doe's hair, crying out against the girl's neck as his cum jolted into Doe's tight twat. He kept thrusting even after he'd come, because the girl felt so good wrapped around his cock.
Doe lay still as Darius finished pumping into her. She enjoyed the feeling of the big man on top of her, dominating her. Her only regret was that it was impossible at this very moment to throw her arms around Darius. She sighed with relief, however, when Darius finally lifted himself off her body and lay beside her.
"You know what?" Darius asked sleepily, his hands moving slowly over Doe's body.
"No, what?" asked Doe.
"I like this. I think I'm gonna leave you like this all night. I like the way you look, bound to please, as they say." Darius laughed richly at his own joke, and pulled an eiderdown over both their bodies. His hand reached up to a switch Doe couldn't see and the room was filled with darkness. He threw an arm and a leg across Doe's body and began to breathe deeply, leaving Doe lying awake and thoughtful.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I say let's take this one," Terence said, indicating a tall, insolent red-haired slave. Shawn nodded.
"You want to invite anyone else to join us?" he asked.
"Why?" asked Terence.
"The more the merrier," answered Shawn. "I bet Heidrich and Jareth could use a good time."
"You're awfully philanthropic suddenly," said Terence, but agreed to ask the two Germans to join them.
"You there," he called to the redhead. The girl looked haughtily at them and said nothing.
"Come here when you're called," Terence said angrily. The girl strolled over, taking her time.
"I think she definitely needs to be taught a lesson," Shawn said to Terence.
"I agree," said Terence heartily. His eyes roamed hungrily over the body in front of them.
She was beautiful. Long red hair hung down to her shoulders. Her eyes were green as glass, and blazed like a cat's when she was angry or upset. They were blazing now.
Her body was thin but lithe, with almost no tits, and her ass was perfectly formed. Her pussy lips could be seen gleaming with a little moisture through the curling red hair there. Terence licked his lips.
"Let's take her to my room," he said to Shawn.
"I happen to know that Sandra won't like this," said the girl, opening her mouth for the first time. The two men stared at her.
"You audacious piece of ass," said Shawn, being the first to recover. "You do as you're told, anytime, for any of us. Understand?"
"Hands off," said the girl, backing away. She yelped as strong arms wrapped themselves around her body.
"Hands off?" repeated Heidrich. "Oh no, I don't think so." He grinned at Terence and Shawn, who smiled back hesitantly.
They were, truth be told, both in awe of these blonde gods. They were so massive, and so built, and so blonde! as Terence pointed out later. He had a secret longing to be like them, and he suspected Shawn did also.
"I think we take her to my room," Heidrich was saying. "Jareth!"
"Yes, coming," responded a grumpy voice. Jareth came out of the last slave's room. He looked a little rumpled.
"What-?" began Heidrich.
"She bites," answered Jareth, holding up an injured finger. Heidrich nodded in sympathy and understanding, and dragged the redhead down the hall to his room. Jareth, with a mocking bow to the other two men, followed.
"Bright idea, inviting them to participate," muttered Terence. Shawn gave him a look, and went to Heidrich's room, followed by the muttering Terence.
The redheaded girl's name was Brynn. By the time Terence entered Heidrich's room, the latter already had Brynn handcuffed to the head and foot boards of his bed, her mouth gagged. Heidrich and Jareth stood over her.
"Please, gentlemen, have a seat," said Jareth, himself sitting in a chair to the right of the bed. "First honours go to Heidrich, don't you think?"
Baffled and angry, the other two men disposed themselves in chairs placed to the right and left of Jareth's. This had been their idea, and had been taken entirely out of their hands.
Heidrich sat beside Brynn on the bed. His eyes traveled up and down Brynn's naked body, lingering on her genitals. Brynn angrily looked at the ceiling, unwilling to observe the lustful expression on her tormenter's face.
Heidrich laughed softly and brushed his hand over Brynn's thigh. The hand delicately stroked the limp hair lying between Brynn's thighs. Her body gave a betraying twitch and Heidrich laughed again.
"You want me, little slut," he whispered. "You know you do."
Brynn shook her head and went on looking at the ceiling. Heidrich stood up and stripped off his leather harness. When he was completely naked, he returned to the bed. He stood looking down at Brynn for a long time, occasionally leaning down and caressing the young woman's body.
Kneeling beside Brynn, Heidrich took her face in his hands. He removed the gag and thrust a thumb into Brynn's mouth, forcing it open. His thumb was shortly replaced with his hard penis.
Brynn choked and tried to pull her head away. Heidrich grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Brynn's head closer. His cock plunged its way down Brynn's throat. Brynn moaned and closed her eyes. She closed her teeth around the hard shaft and bit down.
With a yelp, Heidrich pulled his cock free. He slapped Brynn hard across the face. Staring down at his captive, he began cursing in German. Brynn remained immobile, though a red flush began mounting to her cheeks.
Heidrich got off the bed and went to a closet in the comer of the room. From it, he withdrew a thick, leather belt. He returned to Brynn's side and held the belt above her head, dangling it before her eyes.
"The little slavegirl needs some discipline, I see," he said, the good humour restored to his voice. He suddenly brought the belt down across Brynn's thighs.
It was Brynn's turn to yelp. The belt left a burning welt across her upper thighs. It had barely missed her genitals. She opened her eyes and looked up at Heidrich.
Heidrich smiled. He hit Brynn again, a little higher this time, taking care to avoid the now rapidly hardening clitoris. He could see it peeking out from the nest of hair surrounding it. He also observed that Brynn's nipples on her almost nonexistent tits were hard as pebbles.
Brynn writhed on the bed, trying to escape the lash of the belt. It came down twice more, raising angry red welts on her thighs. The pain was fierce and hot, a burning flush spreading up and down her body, for no reason she could accurately explain. She thought of Heidrich climbing on top of her and felt her pussy growing even hotter.
Heidrich dropped the belt between Brynn's thighs. Again, he knelt above the girl's face. He gently took a handful of hair and pulled Brynn's head forward slightly. He placed his hard, throbbing cock in Brynn's mouth and began fucking her.
Brynn closed her eyes. She ignored the involuntary gagging in her throat. She began licking Heidrich's hard shaft.
With a sigh of pleasure, Heidrich fed even more of his penis to his fuck-slave, sliding the head of his cock past Brynn's tonsils and down her throat. He reached his right hand down to Brynn's nipples and began stroking and pinching them.
Brynn's hips began moving up and down as she sought some relief for her now pulsing pussy. Heidrich let go the nipple he was punishing and slapped Brynn's pussy, hard. Her clit deflated slightly, then came back up, seeking the hand that had hurt it. Again, Heidrich slapped the girl's cunt.
Brynn cried out and pushed her hips forward again. Unbelievingly, she heard his inner voice begging this man to touch her, to stroke her. Fortunately, her mouth was too full of cock for any words to be articulate.
Heidrich seemed to sense Brynn's desire, however. He withdrew his penis slightly to give himself a better position, and began playing with Brynn's pussy.
He slapped it lightly, then spit onto his hand and began rubbing the tiny clit with it. He stroked hard then soft, reaching down periodically to tickle Brynn's open and waiting lips.
Brynn pushed her clitoris into Heidrich's hand over and over again. She wanted to die of humiliation, the humiliation of having her body crave the touch of this sadist who was using and abusing it. It was impossible, 'however. There was too much pent-up lust in her body to refuse it.
Heidrich continued stroking and fucking Brynn's mouth. He tugged roughly on Brynn's pubic hair, sending sensations to the very center of Brynn's consciousness, causing the girl to groan and break out in a sweat. She began moving her mouth around Heidrich's prick, trying to pull more of it down her throat.
Heidrich laughed a bit and abruptly pulled his cock out of Brynn's mouth. He crawled down the bed to come up between Brynn's thighs. He moved the belt and knelt above his captive's body.
Brynn shook her head and tried closing her legs. The bonds holding her ankles were strong, however, and held her legs far enough apart for Heidrich to be able to slide his way between them.
His hands very gently slid down to Brynn's ass and parted her cheeks. One finger entered the tight asshole and began probing around. With his thumb, he probed into the girl's throbbing cunt.
Heidrich bent his head and took Brynn's clit into his mouth. He began sucking on it and licking it, now sliding two more fingers into her bumhole, and an additional two into her cunt.
Brynn moaned. Her clit thrust its way against Heidrich's tongue, trying to get further into his mouth, all the way down his throat as he had done to her. She squirmed and wriggled, but the fingers kept probing ever farther into her two hot spots.
Heidrich applied more sucking motion to the licking he was doing to Brynn's clit. The tiny head pulsed under his lips and responded lustily, swelling larger and beginning to throb against his teeth.
Heidrich now took the clit all the way his mouth. His teeth closed gently around it and he bit down. He thrust four fingers deep inside Brynn's ass. Brynn cried out as a gallon of nectar poured forth from her jerking pussy and flowed into Heidrich's mouth and onto her thighs and the bed, for Heidrich refused to swallow any of it.
Brynn was sweating freely. Her toes curled and her calves began to cramp. Heidrich continued thrusting his hand into Brynn's bowels. His other hand stroked Brynn's cunt, forcing its way even deeper inside.
Pulling his hands free of her ass and pussy at one time, Heidrich pushed Brynn's legs as far apart as possible and into a slightly raised position. He crouched between Brynn's thighs, positioning his cock at the entrance to Brynn's ass.
Brynn opened her mouth but nothing came out. She would much prefer to be fucked in the cunt, but she knew better than to protest at this point. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain.
It was not long in coming. Heidrich paused slightly to look at Brynn's face, then abruptly slammed his hard penis up inside Brynn's ass.
Brynn grunted. The breath escaped from her lips as the pain of Heidrich's entry made her gasp. He felt Heidrich's fingers under her ass, pulling her cheeks even further apart for greater leverage.
Heidrich panted in Brynn's ear. He began telling her how she looked, how submissive she was.
"You're a whore, little slave. My whore. Our whore. You know you are. When I am done," a hard slam "the others will take you and do as the wish. " He panted harder and thrust in deeper.
"You want it. You know you do. You're a slut. We're going to double team and fist-fuck you presently, and you know you're going to love that. " Brynn's eyes opened wide. She cried out as the cock went further. Her whole body trembled at the thought of a fist sliding into her cunt, or ass.
Grunt. Pant. Hot breath searing Brynn's cheek. She felt his pussy juicing up again and uttered a sobbing breath.
"Even now, you're responding to me. I feel your little girl penis rubbing against me. If you're very good, I might let you come again."
Heidrich slammed his penis harder and harder into Brynn. His grunts and pantings were louder now. He dug his fingers into Brynn's asscheeks and hammered away at the girl.
Brynn was crying out now. The cock had penetrated deep inside her and ground against her with every stroke. Her own "girl penis," as he called it, was indeed hard again and rubbed between their two bodies, looking for release.
"That's right, baby," Heidrich grunted into her ear. "Come. Grind against me. I want to see you come like this. Come! Now!"
With a loud cry, Brynn came, spurting her juice up between them, smearing Heidrich's thighs and belly with it.
With a nasty chuckle, Heidrich reached between them and thrust three fingers into Brynn's pussy. At the same time, he redoubled his efforts and thrust painfully into Brynn, drawing a harsh cry from the young woman.
Her body tense with the effort, Brynn came again in the palm of Heidrich's hand. Feeling this, Heidrich thrust harder and harder into Brynn's ass, his own cock now thrumming painfully.
With a sudden burst, his hot cum filled Brynn's ass, burning its way deep inside her and flowing back out to trickle down between her asscheeks.
His breathing slowed. Heidrich lay on top of Brynn, closing his eyes and listening to her heartbeat.
Heidrich uttered a slight laugh. He rose above Brynn again and kissed her on the mouth. Brynn turned her head away and Heidrich laughed again.
He got off the bed and stood up. Smiling, he fished keys out of the pocket of his trousers where they lay on the floor and unlocked the handcuffs holding Brynn to the bed.
"Let us bind her in the chains," he suggested to Jareth. Jareth nodded and rose to his feet. Terence and Shawn, not sure what was required, followed suit.
"Prepare her." Heidrich picked up the glass of brandy Jareth had poured out for him and sat down in a chair in front of the chains.
The three men dragged Brynn to the chains. She was so weak she could barely stand. While the other two held her in place, Terence fastened the shackles around Brynn's ankles. He stretched Brynn's arms above her head and clipped her wrists into the straps hanging down.
The men stepped back and regarded their handiwork. Heidrich smiled from the chair behind them.
"Gag her."
The gag in place, Jareth approached with a riding crop. Brynn's eyes widened. Jareth went around behind her. Heidrich nodded.
Jareth brought the crop down across Brynn's ass several times in rapid succession. Brynn grunted behind the gag. Her hips strained forward with the effort to escape from the riding cop, forcing her clit to once again come to attention.
The riding crop struck her again and again. Tears stood in Brynn's eyes, but she refused to utter more than a groan, almost inaudible behind the gag.
Heidrich finally barked to Jareth to stop. He stood back, his eyes smouldering. Brynn stood, her pussy wet, her nipples erect. Heidrich smiled.
"Get her to come again," he ordered Terence. The young man looked at Heidrich in amazement, saw the look in his eyes and dropped to his knees. He took Brynn's swollen clitoris in his mouth.
It didn't take long. Brynn's body moved as her pussy dripped its hot juice onto the floor. Terence licked it up and swallowed most of it. At a signal from Jareth, he rose to his feet again.
Shawn, at a word from Jareth, approached with nipple clamps, which he slipped over Brynn's still taut nipples. He gave her cunt a few gentle strokes as he was fixing the clamps in place.
Jareth walked over to a desk in the comer of the room and removed from a drawer a long, thick dildo. He held it up in front of Brynn for Heidrich's approval. The man nodded slightly.
The sweat stood out on Brynn's brow as she felt the man behind her parting her asscheeks. She tried with all her might to hold them closed, but it was impossible. She gritted her teeth.
Brynn cried out as the dildo slid home. The gag muffled her cry. Heidrich smiled more broadly.
"All of it," he said. Jareth grasped the dildo more firmly and thrust it all the way in, ramming it in to the hilt at a nod from Heidrich.
Brynn's cry was quite audible this time, despite the gag. The dildo continued raping her; Jareth thrust it repeatedly in and out, always making sure to force it in as far as it would go.
Heidrich calmly drank his brandy as he watched the girl being raped in front of him. He nodded to Terence, who again took Brynn's clit into his mouth. He reached up and tugged on the clamps on Brynn's nipples. His tongue swabbed Brynn's clitoris energetically.
Heidrich called Jareth over to him.
"Who among you has the biggest prick?" he asked, with a grin, loudly enough for Brynn to hear and the others to hear.
"I have," answered Jareth with a smirk.
"Then fuck her. Make her feel all of you."
Jareth took his place behind Brynn. The dildo in her ass was left in place. Jareth reached around and rubbed his hand over Brynn's pussy. His fingers grazed lightly over his lips and stroked inside. He could feel her growing wetter as he rubbed. He smiled.
His fingers removed the nipple clamps and he pinched her nipples. His hand moved once more between her thighs, from behind this time. He lubricated it with juice from Brynn's pussy slightly.
With one fluid movement, he was in Brynn, his dick probing as far up as it could.
Brynn uttered another cry. Her hips were grasped by Jareth so that he could force another two inches in. Hanging on firmly, he began fucking Brynn with a steady rhythm. His repeated thrusts made the dildo in her ass move inside her as well.
Shawn, getting into the whole situation with a bang, removed the gag Brynn wore. He stood to one side and, grabbing a handful of hair, drove his tongue deep into Brynn's mouth. With his other hand, he grasped a handful of Brynn's pubic hair and pushed her forward, forcing Brynn's clit into Terence's mouth.
Terence moaned with desire and licked the girl furiously. His hands moved around behind to Brynn's ass and parted the cheeks even more, providing Jareth with slightly easier access to the hot twat he was plowing into.
Shawn's mouth plundered Brynn's, his tongue probing down Brynn's throat and filling it completely. He pulled it free and began kissing Brynn all over her face, her neck, her ears. His tongue probed down into Brynn's ear canal. He breathed fuck words into Brynn's ear.
Brynn groaned and thrust her hips forward, feeling the rush of cum spilling from her pussy into Terence's hot mouth. Even after she had come, her cunt continued thrusting against Terence's mouth, seeking to deliver every last drop.
Terence sucked Brynn dry, then continued licking the head and shaft of her clitoris even after she had quit coming.
Jareth's cock was thrusting deeper and further into Brynn with each stroke. He let go of Brynn's hips and began playing with her nipples, feeling them come erect under his fingers. The erotic feel of it made his cock tense up. His balls drew up and filled with hot cum, which they immediately sent pulsing through his penis.
Jareth's eyes squeezed shut as he shot load after load of hot cum deep inside Brynn's cunt.
Brynn moaned as Jareth delivered his last, punishing thrust and pulled his cock out. She slumped forward and heard Heidrich say, "Fuck her, Shawn."
Shawn immediately pulled his cock out of his pants. Taking Jareth's place, he thrust his penis deep into Brynn.
Brynn groaned and grunted as the penis slid home. Her pussy was mercilessly probed and slapped by Jareth, who pushed Terence out of the way and began abusing Brynn's genitals. Brynn's eyes again filled with tears as the thrusts into her twat became fiercer and harder, more painful. The stinging slaps continued descending on her throbbing pussy lips and clit.
Terence tried to get close enough to take Brynn's tiny bud once more in his mouth. Jareth slapped his face and continued twisting and pulling on Brynn's pubic hair.
Terence crawled around behind Brynn. He put his tongue out and licked Brynn's ass. He leaned further in and licked her anal crack every time the shaft of Shawn's cock slid far enough out of Brynn for him to reach it.
The combination of feelings was making Shawn's penis throb. He felt that coming was just around the comer. He gave himself up to it. He pulled out in time to shoot his wad across the gleaming globes of Brynn's well-rounded ass.
Shawn finally pushed away and backed away from Brynn's body. He stepped away from the chained girl and came to stand beside Heidrich.
Jareth joined him. Only Terence remained by Brynn. He licked the girl in several places, teasing and tormenting her with his tongue.
Heidrich chuckled.
"I think we have discovered several things tonight, Jareth," he said, putting his hand out to the younger German.
"Ja, I agree," said Jareth. He looked meaningfully at Shawn and Terence.
"You two are very adept at picking out young girls to ravage. Who else had you picked for tonight?"
Terence shook his head but Shawn felt it better to stay on the good side of these two.
"Shana and Juliana," he said to Jareth. Jareth turned again to Heidrich.
"Which one do you want?" he asked. Terence abruptly stopped what he was doing and stared at the two Germans.
"I'm trusting you don't mean what I think you mean," he said, his voice quivering slightly.
"That one's," said Heidrich, nodding his head at Terence. "He whines more. It will do him all the good in the world to lose his pleasure tonight. Make him think more about respecting his elders."
Shawn was already backing toward the door.
"I'll go get them," he offered.
The two Germans nodded, and Terence left with him.
"Come on, you two," Terence said, opening the door to the slave quarters in the back. "You're in demand this evening."
Shana and Juliana were two of the girls who had protested loudest at their paddling before, in the party room. They again offered protests when they were confronted with the two big Germans. Shana in fact tried to leave, but Jareth caught her and pulled her back.
"You can't get away with this," Shana whispered as Jareth pulled her into his arms and began kissing her. "There are rules. You can't do this!"
"Just watch me," murmured the German, driving his tongue deep into Shana's mouth.
Juliana stood shakily on her feet, looking at Heidrich. Heidrich crooked a finger, and Juliana, mesmerized, moved over to his side. Heidrich smiled and ran his hands over the young woman's body.
"Sandra-" began Shana, but Jareth shut her up with a kiss.
"Never mind about Sandra," said Heidrich smoothly. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." He stood up abruptly and pulled Juliana over to the bed. And that was just about all she needed to heat up her little lust pot until it shimmered with slick, wet desire.
CHAPTER SIX
Juliana trembled as Heidrich towered above her. They were now alone. Jareth had unchained Brynn and returned her to her cell, collecting Shana on his way back and taking her off to his room. Shana was still protesting, but she could see it would do no good.
Heidrich was beautiful. His arms and legs were strong and thickly muscled. His back was long and straight. His short blonde hair was a perfect complement to his hard blue eyes. But it was his cock that most interested and frightened Juliana.
It was long, at least eleven inches, and very thick. Juliana had never taken more than Shawn's eight inches, and she knew it was not that big around. She lay, shivering, as Heidrich rose on his knees between her legs.
The young slave girl had put up some protest when Heidrich threw her down on the bed, but Heidrich had Iain on her, slapping her face and naked body until Juliana lay, limp and unprotesting, under him.
Heidrich now grabbed hold of Juliana's ankles and threw her legs over his shoulders. He held Juliana's wrists in one hand while his other hand brutally probed Juliana's ass.
"What do you want, little slut?" Heidrich said to Juliana. Juliana turned her face away and would not answer. Heidrich let go of her wrists and slapped the young woman's face again.
"I asked you a question," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"I want to go," Juliana muttered, but without conviction. Heidrich laughed, and without further ado, plunged his cock deep into Juliana's ass.
Juliana screamed as the hard cock roughly pushed its way up her anal tract. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as the prick plundered her ass, thrusting strongly against her bowels, battering her.
Without conscious thought, she wrapped her long legs around Heidrich's waist, pulling the German down on top of her, and pulling more of that incredible cock into her anus. She whimpered as it pounded up inside her.
Heidrich, hands on Juliana's ass, pulled the young woman's cheeks apart each time he thrust in. Juliana cried out as the delicate skin of her asscrack split under the pressure His breath hot on Juliana's cheek, Heidrich bent over her as they fucked. He felt Juliana responding, her body rising up to meet his with every stroke. He smiled down at the young girl, but Juliana had her eyes closed still.
Juliana's hands came up and clasped Heidrich's shoulders. Her arms went around the big man's body as her hips rose up in rhythm with Heidrich's thrusts.
Heidrich drove deep into Juliana, feeling Juliana's pussy juicing up between them. The woman's anal muscles were clenching tighter and tighter around Heidrich each time he thrust into Juliana. Heidrich grunted, feeling himself coming close to ejaculation.
He tried to wait it out, but Juliana was too much for him. Her sphincter closed around Heidrich's hard shaft and squeezed. Heidrich began shouting in Juliana's ear as his cock shot a load of cum deep into the young woman's bowels.
Gasping, Heidrich pulled out and rolled away from Juliana. Juliana regarded him with a smile.
"God, are you good," she told Heidrich, her voice quavering on the last word. Heidrich returned her smile. He lay catching his breath, his hand idly caressing Juliana's body.
Propping himself up on one elbow, Heidrich reached down to Juliana's pussy and gave it a friendly pat. It seemed to swell under his fingers, and her clitoris hardened and stretched up towards his hand. He laughed, then suddenly threw an arm across Juliana's chest, holding her down.
"Play with yourself, slut," he said. Juliana obediently began rubbing herself there, turning her face away, however. She didn't like anyone to watch her bring herself off. It was embarrassing.
"Look at me, slut," Heidrich whispered. Juliana turned her face back. Heidrich was watching him with an expression of lust. Juliana felt humiliated, which made her cunt throb that much harder.
"I like you like this, slut," Heidrich went on. "I like to watch you doing things for me. You're my personal sex toy, did you know that?"
Blushing, Juliana tugged on her pubic hair, spreading her lips and putting a finger inside herself.
"I want sometime to see you in that sling, your mouth filled with Jareth's cock while I fuck your cunt. Maybe I'll fist-fuck you, slut."
Juliana moaned. Her cunt throbbed. Her loins were on fire with Heidrich's words. Her hand moved faster along her hard clit.
"And Jareth will fuck your mouth, for my pleasure, slut. There you'll be, spread and helpless, with Jareth's cock in your mouth and my fist in your twat."
"Oh God," cried Juliana, as hot cum spurted out of her pussy and flowed onto the sheets. Her hand rubbed furiously on her loins, coaxing another load of cum out.
Heidrich laughed and kissed Juliana on the mouth.
"I know what gets you hot," he said to the girl. "We'll have to see what we can do about making this come about."
"Sandra won't let you," murmured Juliana breathlessly. Her body was excited at the thought, and she wanted to believe it was possible.
"Oh, she just might, if you play your cards right," replied Heidrich. He pulled the young woman into his arms, pillowing her head on his hard shoulder. Juliana settled down, a blissful smile on her face.
* * *
Shana gritted her teeth as Jareth's hard penis slammed into her ass repeatedly. She was unable to do anything about it. When they had reached his room, Jareth had immediately bound Shana's wrists behind her back, taking care to also tie her ankles. He then forced her to her knees and bent her forward at the waist.
Without any preliminaries, Jareth plunged his penis into Shana's ass. Shana gasped, her ass burning at the sudden assault. She would have pitched forward onto her face if Jareth hadn't put his arms around her.
Jareth drove deeper inside Shana, enjoying the young woman's gasps of pain. He had wanted Shana for a long time; he and Heidrich had often considered ways and means of nailing these particular slaves. Jareth had finally said they should just do it, and to hell with the consequences. Heidrich agreed.
Now, although he knew it to be a breach of Sandra's house rules, Jareth couldn't help himself. It didn't matter in the least if Sandra herself walked through that door right now. He was buried to the hilt in the hot, tight ass of his dreams, and he wasn't about to let any consideration stop him.
Shana groaned as the cock probed further in. Jareth held her with one arm while caressing her cunt with his other hand. Shana murmured a protest. She didn't want to get aroused, much less come.
Jareth ignored all protests. His fingers moved roughly over Shana's pussy and clit, pulling the foreskin hooding it back and forth painfully. Shana gasped and felt her little nub of flesh hardening under Jareth's brutal fingers.
Jareth really let himself go now. His cock sank deep into Shana's ass, his fingers hard on Shana's clit. He grunted in Shana's ear as his cock slammed up inside the girl.
Shana groaned. Her eyes were closed. Her body was shaking, with fear and desire, although she would never admit to the latter. Her pussy was responding to the fucking and the fingers stroking it; her clit rose and pressed into Jareth's hand.
Jareth felt the clitoris under his fingers hardening and it spurred him on to harder and deeper thrusts. His penis rammed against the walls of Shana's anus, and Shana began crying out with the feelings it was arousing.
They began to move in sync, Shana's hips thrusting back against Jareth, despite her efforts to remain calm. Jareth grunted and drove against the girl kneeling in front of him with vigor and strength.
Jareth felt the ejaculation building in his loins. He pushed all the way into Shana, his cum barreling out of him in a hot stream.
Shana cried out as her own hot juice spurted out of her wet pussy. Jareth's cum gave her ass a hot bath as she splashed cum over Jareth's hand.
Jareth collapsed, sinking back on his heels, pulling Shana back with him. Still attached to Shana, Jareth rolled onto his back, pulling the girl on top of him.
Shana lay on Jareth, feeling the man's cock slowly deflating and slipping out of her ass. Jareth sighed and rolled the girl onto her side, to lie next to him on the rug.
Idly, Jareth ran his fingers through Shana's hair. He kissed the beautiful slave girl's lips, then her chin, then her eyes. Laughing now, Shana let him kiss her ear, her neck, and her nipples.
They lay back again, and Shana felt herself relaxing. She was drifting lazily off to sleep when Jareth suddenly rose to his feet. Grabbing the young woman by the arm, he pulled her up and over to the bed.
"No, no," said Shana. "I can't possibly. I am so sore, and so tired. Please, Jareth."
The woman's protests just seemed to inflame Jareth. With an oath, he threw Shana down on the bed.
"I don't understand," protested Shana. "You were so nice, and tender, and gentle just a minute ago. Don't blow it, Jareth."
Jareth glared at her.
"When I want you, I want you. You need to learn to obey your masters. I am not interested in your feelings. You will not raise your voice in protest to anything I want you to do."
Shana bit her lip, on the verge of tears. Where had the peaceful, gentle man of a few minutes ago gone? She didn't understand at all.
"On your knees, ass in the air," ordered Jareth. With a whimper, Shana did as she was told. Gritting her teeth, she knelt on the bed.
Jareth stood behind her, a belt in his hand. He grinned and stroked Shana's ass. Shana whimpered. Without warning, Jareth brought the belt whistling down, cracking across Shana's ass with a force that brought tears of pain to the girl's eyes. She cried out and clutched at the sheets.
Jareth knelt behind Shana. Shana felt him fumbling around and knew he was about to rape her again. She braced herself.
The belt rubbed against Shana's pussy lips. Jareth moved it back and forth, creating a pleasing friction. Shana tried to ignore it, but her cunt began to throb and her clitoris to rise.
Jareth's fingers opened Shana's asshole. Shana felt the tip of Jareth's penis probing her tight ass. She gripped the sheets tighter and closed her eyes. Why didn't anyone ever want to fuck her pussy?
Grunting, Jareth thrust his cock in to the hilt. Shana cried out. Jareth also cried out and began pounding furiously up the girl's ass.
Tears streamed down Shana's face as Jareth raped her. She felt the belt rubbing around her pubes. Jareth rubbed harder and harder, until it was making Shana's cunt throb. He began moving the belt up and down along Shana's pussy slit, while thrusting repeatedly into the girl's tight ass.
Shana felt the tension building in her cunt. Her anal tract felt raw from the constant banging Jareth was giving it. Although Sandra sometimes fucked her with a leather dildo that was as large as Jareth's penis now invading her, Sandra was much gentler. Jareth was trying to inflict pain, Shana knew.
Jareth was grunting in Shana's ear. He roughly stroked the belt up and down along Shana's twat.
He could tell from Shana's breathing and other sounds that the slave girl was close to coming.
He grinned and thrust further than he had so far.
With a faint cry, Shana did come then, soaking the sheets under her with his juice. Jareth must have been waiting for this, for, shouting in Shana's ear, he released a white flood of his own, shooting deep inside Shana's ass.
Shana knelt perfectly still until Jareth had removed his limp penis and gotten off the bed. She gingerly removed the belt from between her thighs and sat up slowly.
Jareth stood smiling at her.
"What do you say to me?" he asked in a whisper.
Tearfully, Shana shook her head, unsure of what her reply should be.
"You can thank me," Jareth told her.
"Thank you," whispered Shana, her voice breaking.
"Oh, baby," said Jareth, and dropped onto the bed beside her. He took the young woman into his arms. Shana burst into tears and buried her face in Jareth's abundant chest hair.
* * *
Darius stood outside the door to Jareth's room, a frown marring his features. He'd been sleeping soundly until one of the other servants had timidly knocked on his door to inform him that there was an unconscionable amount of noise coming from the region of Jareth's quarters. Darius set out to investigate.
He was not at all sure he liked what he had discovered. A quick check of all the rooms showed him that Shana and Juliana were not in their respective cells, enjoying a peaceful night's slumber. He'd not anticipated that; he'd expected them to be each in her own room. And they were nowhere to be found. And loud noises were emanating from Jareth's room. Hmm.
He raised a hand to knock on the door, then decided against it. He walked in without knocking, surprising Shana and Jareth in an embrace.
Shana gave a gasp and hid her face. Although she had been taken without her consent from her cell in the slave quarters, she knew she could be punished as well as those who took her.
Jareth looked at Darius inquiringly.
Darius stood staring at him, an angry flush suffusing his face. Jareth was the first to break the silence.
"Yes? You wanted something?" he asked insolently.
Darius glared at him. He jerked his head at Shana.
"You, come with me. You," a jerk of his thumb at Jareth, "I'll deal with tomorrow."
Shana fearfully rose to her feet, giving Jareth a despairing look. Jareth said nothing, but gave the young woman a smile. Shana smiled back with watery intensity, and followed Darius from the room.
"Where's Juliana?" Darius asked her when they were out in the corridor. Shana shook her head.
"I don't know," she said cautiously. "Probably asleep in her room."
"Wrong," said Darius. He grabbed the girl by the upper arm and dragged her along behind him. They strode down to Shana's cell. Darius shoved her inside and ordered her to lie on her cot. Shana, trembling, lay down on her back.
Darius went to Shana's closet, saw that she had two pairs of shackles tucked away, and brought them to the bed.
"These are yours?" he asked. Shana blushed. "You know," Darius went on, "it's an infringement of the rules to have any in your own cell. Where'd you get them from?"
"Their mine," said Shana. "They were a gift."
"I'll bet," muttered Darius. "Well, in that case, I guess you should wear 'em, huh." He clasped one pair around the young woman's wrists and one around her ankles, then attached them to the head and footboard of Shana's cot. Shana offered no protest. She knew better.
"Now then," said Darius, sitting on the bed beside her and gripping the girl's pubic hair in his hand, "why don't you tell me where Juliana the Terror is?" He twisted Shana's pubic hair as he asked the question, and Shana winced.
"I don't know. I can't tell you," she gasped, as the pressure on her loins increased. "Please, Master, that hurts."
Darius twisted the hair a little more, and Shana gave a yelp of pain.
"Alright," she gasped. "She's with Heidrich."
Darius abruptly let go of the hair in his hand and stood up.
"Tomorrow night, you and the others are going to be punished. None of what you did tonight is allowed in this house. It doesn't matter whether you did anything or not, the Mistress will still insist on your punishment." He bent down and gave Shana's left nipple a vicious tweak, then left the room.
* * *
"Go away," shouted Heidrich, hearing someone tapping on his door. His voice was blurred with sleep and brandy. He rolled over as the door opened and lay blinking up at Darius.
"Well, Jesus Christ," said Darius, staring down at the bodies twined together in the big bed. Heidrich slowly rose to his knees in the bed.
"Quite a nice time you all must have had tonight," Darius commented. Juliana, hearing the voices, sleepily raised her head. She gave a squeak at seeing Darius and tried to hide under the covers.
Heidrich grabbed the blankets and pulled them off the girl's body.
"Here she is, Darius. I raped and pillaged her. And then I made her sleep with me. She's innocent as a little lamb."
A smile twitched at the comer of Darius' mouth, but he smoothed it out when he saw the girl nodding vehemently.
"This isn't funny, Heidrich. Rules are rules, man, and you've broken a big one. No slave-taking without specific permission, remember?"
Heidrich sat back against his pillows.
"It occurs to me that there are rules for some and not for others," he said. Darius stood there, imperturbable.
"You're welcome to your opinion, of course," he said politely. "Come on, girl," he said to Juliana. "Come on outta there." He held out his hand.
Juliana looked with big eyes at Heidrich. Heidrich gave her a hard push and Juliana rose from the bed. Darius' eyes narrowed at Heidrich's gratuitously rough treatment of the slave, but he said nothing.
At the door, Juliana firmly in his grasp, Darius turned back to Heidrich.
"We'll discuss your punishment tomorrow," he told the German. Heidrich waved his hand idly.
"I'm not too worried," he said airily.
"Not right now, you're not," Darius said. "We'll see about tomorrow night, though." He grasped the girl and pulled her from the room, leaving Heidrich staring thoughtfully at the door as it closed.
"Darius, it's not like you think," said Juliana as Darius dragged her along to her room. "We were just sleeping and then Terence and Shawn came to get us, and Heidrich and Jareth forced themselves on us."
"Yeah, right baby," said Darius, grinning and shaking his head. "Tell you what, though. It hardly matters. You'll be punished no matter what."
He threw Juliana onto her bed and fastened her into it in a fashion similar to the way he'd bound Shana. Juliana whimpered as the big hands caressed her sore body.
Darius straightened up with a laugh.
"I think I'll let you dwell on your sins for the night. We'll talk in the morning, after I've spoken to the mistress." He glowered down at the young girl then gave a hard slap to Juliana's pussy.
Juliana yelped. Darius smiled and left the room, closing the room gently behind him.
* * *
Sandra grumpily answered her door to Darius' courteous knock.
"You'd better have a very good reason for disturbing me at this hour, Darius," she said, her face expressing her displeasure. The frown increased as Darius explained how he had found four of Sandra's servants disporting themselves.
"Goddammit," she snorted, when Darius fell silent. "Now we have to devise something suitable." She thought about if for a few minutes, then a smile crossed her beautiful face.
"I know. Let's make the punishment suit the crime."
"Oh?" enquired Darius.
"The Germans are so fond of their little slaves, it appears. We'll have them punish the girls person- ally." She and Darius grinned at each other, and then Sandra dismissed the man.
Sandra sat in a chair near a window and looked outside. It was three o'clock in the morning, the witching hour, Mary called it. She missed Mary, more than she'd realized she was going to. That bastard.
She supposed she couldn't really blame Jeffrey. She'd always known how powerful and ruthless the man was, and yet had played directly into his hands.
Sandra thought about Mary again, wondering how she was faring at Jeffrey's hands. Best not to dwell on it. Think instead of how her baby would be back tomorrow. She would shower Mary with love and affection, and see to it that, no matter what, Jeffrey was not capable of perpetrating this sort of thing again.
She rose and poured himself a drink. She stood looking down at the girl in her bed. Marla was very good, almost as good as Mary. Better maybe, but Sandra had discovered herself in love with Mary, and that tended to influence her feelings in many ways.
Sandra finished her drink and got back into bed with Marla. The girl murmured and turned her face toward Sandra. Sandra kissed her and lay beside her, gently stroking her face and thinking about having both Mary and Marla in her bed at once.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary smelled coffee. It woke her as instantly as cold water on her face would have. She sat up, stiff and sore, and looked around.
The room was empty. She was all alone. She felt grateful for that, at least. She stretched and yawned. Her bladder gave her a gentle reminder, and she swung her legs out of bed.
Eyes still blinking sleep out of them, she made her way to the door and found the bathroom. As she was peeing, Jeffrey poked his head around the door. He whistled. Mary blushed.
"Nice view," said Jeffrey. "I like."
"Yeah, well enjoy it while you got it," Mary told him. She finished peeing and stood up. She made to push past Jeffrey, but the older man caught her arm.
"Come on, Mary. Be friendly. If only for a couple more hours."
"You said the night. It is now morning. I want to go home."
"Yes, well," said Jeffrey, pulling Mary back to the bedroom, "I wanted to discuss that with you."
"Forget it," said Mary, before Jeffrey could say anything further. "I'm not interested. I've got a home. And you've got a pet. A very nice one. Leave me alone."
Jeffrey contemplated her in silence for a moment, then shrugged.
"Alright," he said. "You'd better call your mistress and tell her to come get you. Or take a taxi. I'm afraid my chauffeur is much too busy to drive you home this morning."
"Fine," said Mary. "I'll walk if I have to."
"Be my guest," snapped Jeffrey. He turned and walked to the window. Behind him, Mary gave him an odd look, compounded of anger, triumph and misery.
"I need my clothes," she told Jeffrey. Jeffrey whirled around.
"You came wearing only your harness, dear girl. If you want clothing, you must be nicer to me than that."
"Jeffrey, come on," said Mary. She looked into the man's implacable eyes and felt herself begin to sweat.
Jeffrey put a hand on Mary's shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed. Mary closed her eyes, trembling, as the hand moved lower, teasing her nipples and caressing her belly.
The hand moved down to Mary's cunt and she tensed. Jeffrey's fingers began stroking, caressing, teasing. He pressed his lips against Mary's, kissing her tenderly.
Mary's clit began to rise and harden under Jeffrey's fingers. Jeffrey laughed and stroked harder. Mary blushed as her body pressed against Jeffrey's. Jeffrey stroked the girl's body with his other hand.
He rubbed Mary's asscheeks with the palm of his hand while he stroked the girl's pussy. Mary moaned and began thrusting her clit against Jeffrey's palm as a finger slid along her asscrack and into her bumhole.
"Enough," said Jeffrey suddenly. He withdrew his finger and let go of Mary's pussy. Mary gave an inarticulate cry as Jeffrey stood up.
"Oh?" asked Jeffrey. "What does that mean? Do you want something?"
"No," muttered Mary, her head lowered. Jeffrey strode across the room and threw open the closet door.
"You may wear anything you like," he told her.
"I'd offer something of Daryl's, but she is much too short for any of her clothing to accommodate you. " Mary stood up and walked to the closet. She was overwhelmingly aware of Jeffrey's strong masculinity, his forceful and dominating personality, as the older man stood beside her.
Jeffrey watched Mary debating clothes. He longed to reach out and touch her again. He wanted to possess this girl, more than he'd wanted to possess any other, boy or girl, except Nigel. But that chapter was long ago closed, and this child belonged to someone else.
Mary chose blue jeans and a plain cotton shirt. She dressed quickly, shooting uneasy glances at Jeffrey. Jeffrey had again gone to the window and was staring out at the park.
"Shall I call Sandra now?" Mary asked.
Jeffrey turned around with a smile.
"No, I was rude before. I apologize. I will drive you home myself. Come have some coffee first."
Daryl was sitting at the breakfast table, listlessly turning the pages of a newspaper. She gave Mary a stony look, and returned to the paper.
Jeffrey poured Mary a cup of coffee and sat her down at the table. He turned to Daryl and gave her a dazzling smile.
"What would you like to do today, pet?" he asked. Daryl looked at Jeffrey, looked at Mary, looked back at Jeffrey. "Mary will not be joining us," Jeffrey added. Daryl smiled happily.
"I want to go shopping," she said. "I need boots and a new jacket." Jeffrey nodded solemnly. He turned to Mary.
"I'll drop you home now, if that suits you, and come back for Daryl."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," muttered Mary. She wouldn't look at Jeffrey.
They pulled up in front of Sandra's townhouse. Jeffrey put a hand on Mary's arm as the girl started to open the door.
"Mary," he said.
"Yes?" the woman asked sullenly, her eyes straight ahead of her.
"I want you to know that whenever you decide to play in the big league, I'll be waiting. Now, be a good pet and do everything you're told."
Mary gave him a look and opened her mouth. At that moment, Sandra gave a shout from the front door. Mary closed her mouth again and smiled at Jeffrey.
"Saved," she said, and got out of the car. Jeffrey watched her go. Sandra enfolded the young woman in her womanly arms and grinned broadly at Jeffrey. Jeffrey waved and put his car in gear, shooting down the street with a squeal of tires.
* * *
"I've missed you, Mary," Sandra breathed in her pet's ear. Mary raised her face for Sandra's kiss.
"I missed you, too," she said. She grimaced as Sandra smacked her ass with the flat of her hand.
"We've got a treat in store," Sandra told her, leading her into the house. "Where'd you get that outfit?" she broke off to ask. Mary looked down at the clothes she wore.
"Jeffrey was embarrassed to be seen with me in public in the altogether," she said.
"Where's your harness?" asked Sandra.
Mary shrugged.
"Jeffrey must have it, I guess."
"Hmm. Well, no matter. We've got some fun going tonight."
"Oh yeah?" asked Mary, looking around at the familiar foyer. Sandra was already stripping off her blouse as she led the girl upstairs.
"Yes. Apparently, two of our trusted servants could not keep their hands off two of the slaves, and Darius is going to punish them tonight."
"Terence and Shawn up to their old tricks again?" asked Mary with a grin.
"No," said Sandra. "Heidrich and Jareth."
Mary's jaw dropped, but she could not say anything further as Sandra covered her mouth with hers and began kissing her feverishly.
Sandra pulled Mary's jeans down to her knees.
"Grab your ankles," she told Mary. Mary protested.
"I just got here. I'm tired, and sore." The wrong thing to say. Sandra's face darkened and she scowled.
"Oh, are you? Well, that's just too bad." She pulled Mary into her arms and kissed her roughly. Pushing the younger woman away again, she bent her forward, forcing her to grab her ankles.
Mary quivered as Sandra spread her asscheeks. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the dildo probed her anal opening.
Sandra gripped Mary's hips and slammed her mock dick up into the girl's ass. Mary gasped and grabbed her ankles tightly so as to ignore the pain in her still-sore rectum.
With her left hand hard on the girl, Sandra rammed her dildo home repeatedly, sliding it a little further up each time. She delighted in the gasps and moans she drew from Mary.
Mary, her ass on fire, nonetheless felt desire welling up inside her. She began thrusting her hips back, matching Sandra's driving strokes with her own. She let go of one ankle to put a hand on her pussy.
"No," whispered Sandra hoarsely. "Grab your ankles, you cheap whore." She grasped a handful of Mary's hair and pulled, hard. Mary groaned and put her hand back around her ankle.
Sandra drove deep into the girl bent in front of her. She thought of Jeffrey fucking Mary, and felt her anger rising. None of it was Mary's fault, but she was the only one Sandra could take it out on.
Her eyes closed, she reached around and grabbed Mary's left tit. Her hand closed tightly around it and she began squeezing.
"Hey," Mary protested. "Hey, that really hurts."
Sandra ignored her. She began sliding her hand roughly up and down Mary's body. Mary moaned and her hips began moving back and forth again, moving in rhythm with Sandra's slamming thrusts.
Her nipples hardened and her clit rose up, throbbing. Her pussy was becoming very wet indeed. She felt the pressure building as her clit rose. Her pussy throbbed, but Sandra slowed down her strokes. Mary cried out, begging Sandra to bring her off. Sandra laughed a nasty laugh and let go of the girl altogether.
"You'll just have to wait until I get mine," she said, giving the girl's head a rough shake. She thrust into Mary repeatedly, until Mary's head was spinning. She clutched her ankles, hoping she could hold on until the end.
Sandra again placed her hand on Mary's hip and began thrusting in, hard erratic thrusts that took Mary's breath away. Sandra's own pussy was on fire, but she wanted to finish fucking Mary before she gave in to it.
With a sigh, Sandra withdrew the cock and sat down on the bed behind her. She pulled Mary into her lap.
"Good little girl want a treat?" she whispered. Mary, her eyes shining, nodded. "Go call Darius." Mary rose and pressed a buzzer beside the bed.
Darius arrived in record time.
"Darius, Mary needs something from you. Can you supply her?"
He didn't need a second invitation. He was on Mary and in her before she could draw another breath.
"God," she sighed, feeling his hard member sliding into her. Her hands closed hard on his upper arms and began squeezing. Her hips rose, her legs wrapped themselves around his waist. She clasped him to her and began grinding.
Darius groaned. His testes were throbbing and drawing up, close to his body. He held her by the hips and rammed into her, enjoying her gasps of mingled pain and pleasure.
He rose up on his knees, taking her with him. He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders. His cock plunged further in. He could feel the head banging against her uterine opening, and he lost it.
Bellowing, he rubbed his body against hers. The friction made his cock swell and then burst with cum. It shot out and deep into Mary as she and his mistress both howled with delight.
Mary had been waiting for this moment. All her muscles tensed at once, and she held on for dear life. The juice spurted out of her, drenching Darius and the bed under them. Her warmth and wetness surrounded him, and he knew he was going to have to come again.
"No," Sandra whispered, seeing the look on his face. "Not in her, again." She wriggled between them and got under him, ignoring his outraged protests. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled Mary once again into her lap.
"Now you can come," she said, putting the girl's hand on his cock. Mary grimaced and began stroking his penis. Sandra bent her head and took one of Mary's nipples in her mouth. Tenderly, she sucked on it, making Mary moan and arch her back.
Mary stroked furiously and Darius groaned, wanting to come so bad he could practically taste it. Her fingers moved roughly over his member as Sandra bit her nipple gently.
A strong burst of ejaculation rocked Darius' body back on the bed. He shot off across the room, barely missing Sandra's face as the woman bent solicitously over Mary.
Mary began to laugh at Sandra's expression, seeing the cum splattering across the room, falling on the Oriental carpet. Darius apologized, but Sandra was not very pleased. She got to her feet, pulling her clothes back on and ringing for a servant to clean up. Mary lay back on the bed and pulled the covers up over her body, first kicking off her jeans and shoes.
Sandra watched her, a satisfied smile crossing her face despite her vexation with Darius for shooting cum onto the rug. She and her large black servant left to make preparations for that evening's entertainment.
* * *
Heidrich and Jareth, while not chained or bound in any way, had been restricted to quarters for the day. Another servant brought them meager meals. Both men waited apprehensively for the evening to arrive.
Darius went into Juliana's room. Juliana sat in a chair, her ankles and wrists bound respectively to the legs and arms of the chair. She looked appealingly at Darius. Darius gave her a friendly smile.
"Well, how is the slave girl feeling?" he asked. Juliana would have answered, but she had this large rubber gag in her mouth. She shook her head.
"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? Aww. " Darius laughed and began untying the ropes that held the young woman in her chair. He handcuffed Juliana's hands behind her back, and untied her ankles. He helped Juliana stand up.
A leather collar was fastened around Juliana's neck, to which a lead was attached. Chuckling, Darius put a blindfold over the young slave girl's eyes. Juliana shook her head wildly, and Darius cuffed her.
"Don't be bad, baby. You're already in trouble." He finished fastening the blindfold around Juliana's head and stood back to admire his handiwork.
Juliana was naked, her bronzed, well-built body glistening with sweat already in anticipation of the events to come. Tension made her muscles hard, and they stood out. Her nipples stood up erect, her arms behind her back making her breasts strain forward. The collar and lead completed the effect.
Darius rubbed his hands together, delighted with the magic he had wrought. He picked up the lead and gave it a jerk. Juliana stumbled forward, helplessly. Darius grinned and pulled the young woman from the room.
Outside he found Mark, another member of the staff, who was leading Shana, who was bound and gagged in an identical manner to Juliana. Shana was trembling, Darius noted with glee.
He handed Juliana's lead to Mark.
"Take them to the slave room. I'll join you there shortly. " Mark nodded and set off slowly down the hall. Darius called him back.
"Don't go slow on their account, Mark. They've got a lesson to learn. They should have thought of their comfort before they broke rules." Mark nodded again and set off at his usual pace, the bound, blinded slaves trotting at his heels. Darius grinned, and went into Heidrich's room.
Heidrich regarded him insolently. He was not alone. A young, blonde man stood near the door, holding shackles, a blindfold, a collar and lead and a gag. Darius held out his hand, and the blonde handed him first the shackles.
"Stand up," Darius told Heidrich. Heidrich stood slowly. He offered no resistance, however. Darius, who had been braced for a fight, relaxed slightly. He pulled Heidrich's hands behind his back and shackled his wrists.
The blindfold was put on next. Darius fastened Heidrich's collar around his neck. He gagged the German, then nodded to the blonde. The young man picked up the end of the lead and pulled Heidrich from the room. He gave the blonde the same instructions he'd given Mark, and the young man set off, leading Heidrich.
In Jareth's room, a mighty struggle had obviously taken place. A chair was overturned, and a lamp lay in pieces at Darius' feet. Jareth was on his bed, three large men on top of him, trying to put the shackles around his wrists.
"You bitch," shouted Jareth, catching sight of Darius. "I'll get you, you black bastard." Darius smiled and knelt on the bed. The three men held the struggling German while Darius slipped the shackles over his wrists.
The pulled him to his feet. He stood there, chest heaving, glaring at Darius. Darius moved forward to put the blindfold over Jareth's eyes. Jareth spat in his face.
Darius stopped dead where he stood. His nostrils dilated, and the breath hissed angrily in and out. He advanced on Jareth, hand outstretched.
"You whore," he growled, slapping the young German repeatedly across the face. Jareth raised his leg, intending to drive his knee into Darius' groin. Darius sidestepped and grabbed the young man's foot. He flipped him onto the floor.
Jareth fell heavily, the breath whooshing out of him with a rush. He lay where he fell until the three men assisted him back to his feet.
"I suggest," said Darius, having recovered his composure, "that you try to comport yourself in a more befitting manner."
Jareth said nothing. He was blindfolded and gagged, then Darius fastened on the collar. He took the lead and led Jareth from the room himself.
When they arrived Sandra was seated in her usual chair, Mary crouched in her customary spot on the floor at her mistress's feet. Sandra had invited a few friends, including Jeffrey, on the spur of the moment to watch the punishment of her slaves.
Lord Peacham, seated at Sandra's right, began to applaud when Darius appeared with Jareth. Darius, startled, acknowledged the applause with a nod of his head. Sandra stood up.
"Gentlemen," she said, looking around the room, "this is a very solemn occasion. We are gathered to witness the punishment of four valued servants of this club.
"Last night, these two young men took it upon themselves to find their own entertainment, without consulting anyone or obtaining permission. The two slaves whom they selected chose not to cry out or alert anyone of their predicament, although well aware of the rules. Thus, they are as much to blame for what happened as the two servants who took advantage, and face punishment, not at the hands of their mistress or her second in command, but the very men who used them last night."
She gave this time to sink in, not just to the assembled guests, but to the four who stood naked and blindfolded in front of them.
Sandra nodded to Darius, who removed Juliana's blindfold. He and Mark led Juliana to the raised platform and shackled her ankles to it, turning her so that she presented her side to the audience. They then undid her wrists, refastening them above Juliana's head to the shackles that hung down from the ceiling.
Juliana stood trembling. Darius stood in front of Jareth and removed his blindfold. He gazed malevolently at the younger man, who returned his glare indifferently.
Darius snapped his fingers. Mark brought over a long-handled whip. Darius held it up so that Jareth and the audience, as well as Juliana, could see it.
"You will whip her ass," Darius told Jareth, jerking his head in Juliana's direction. "You will not refuse." He unfastened Jareth's shackles.
Jareth gave Juliana a look that held no pity and took the whip that was held out to him. He stood where he was directed and raised the whip.
There was no way to anticipate when each lash would fall. Juliana jumped each time, a yelp escaping from behind the gag.
"Fuck her," ordered Jeffrey, very softly. His eyes never left Juliana. Jareth dropped the whip very willingly and stood behind Juliana. His hands parted the girl's legs, and his hard cock slid inside her soft wetness.
Juliana whimpered, her cunt already sore. Her asscheeks were flaming with the burn of the whiplash, and neither her pussy nor her anus had yet recovered from the previous night's debauchery.
Jeffrey said something to Sandra. Sandra grinned and nodded. She raised her hand. Darius approached.
"Have Juliana punished by Heidrich," Sandra said. Jareth's whole body tensed when he heard those words. He turned his head toward the audience and saw Jeffrey smiling at him faintly. Darius pulled him away from Juliana and made him stand back.
Heidrich was released and handed the whip. He handled it uncomfortably, glancing at Juliana's nakedness, at her buttocks gleaming in the light with the sweat she had worked up being fucked by Jareth.
"Do it," hissed Darius, in his ear. "If you do not, I will, and I will be nowhere near as generous to her as I suspect you will."
Heidrich raised the whip. He looked again at Jareth and brought the whip whistling down onto Juliana's unprotected ass.
Juliana's body jerked with pain as the whip hit her flesh. Darius pulled Jareth to the slave girl again and guided his cock inside her pussy from the front. Jareth sent it pounding further up into Juliana.
The whip came down again. Jareth grunted and drove into Juliana, hard. The blood pounded in his veins. The sound of the whiplash made his cock incredibly hard. He grunted as the whip came down again and Juliana's sweating body pressed against him.
Heidrich whipped the young woman in front of him again. Jareth was moaning, driving his cock furiously into Juliana's sore cunt. Juliana was crying behind her gag.
"Enough," said Sandra, holding up her hand. Jeffrey shot her an angry look, but said nothing. Darius took the whip away from Heidrich, who stood panting slightly, standing behind Juliana.
Darius again pulled Jareth away from Juliana. Jareth, who was on the verge of coming, shook his head angrily and fought him. Darius slapped him across the ass and pulled him back. Brynn, the girl they'd abused the night before, stood nearby.
Jareth stood, breathing heavily, as Darius grasped Brynn by the hair. He forced the slave girl to her knees in front of Jareth. Jareth's eyes widened as Darius indicated that Brynn should take his penis into her mouth. Brynn shook her head in protest.
Darius grabbed Jareth's penis by the base and twisted it. Jareth grunted as pain shot through his prick. The sound he made was audible, and Heidrich glanced at him. Darius shook Brynn by the hair again and she opened her mouth.
Jareth's prick slid into it. Jareth made a half- gasping half moaning sound as the girl's mouth took in his hard shaft and head. Brynn began licking her way up Jareth's shaft.
Darius now released Shana and handed her the whip. He positioned the slave girl behind Brynn and nodded his head. Jareth watched in anticipatory lust as the girl raised the whip above the other slave's ass.
Brynn's body jolted as the whip struck her again. With an effort, Brynn refrained from biting Jareth's cock. The suddenness of the whip's blow drove her forward, and Jareth's head slid into her throat.
Shana hesitantly brought the whip down again.
"Harder," ordered Darius. Shana tried again, but her aim was off. Frowning, Darius took the whip from the girl and shoved her aside.
"Darius," began Sandra, but Jeffrey put a hand on her arm. Darius raised the whip high and brought it down with plenty of force.
Brynn grunted and more of Jareth's cock slid down her throat. She began sucking harder, feeling the cock between her lips swelling up and pumping faster.
Jareth looked down at the girl, his eyes shining. Darius raised the whip again, and brought it down on the upturned ass in front of him. Again, Brynn grunted in pain. Her teeth closed very gently around Jareth's shaft.
Darius whipped Brynn now with a steady, constant rhythm. He enjoyed the sounds both the men and the girls were making; he loved the sight of Brynn's ass turning red as the whip struck it repeatedly. He loved the expression on Jareth's face as he looked down at the woman on her knees in front of him.
Darius at last stopped whipping Brynn. He grasped the girl's hair again and began moving her head back and forth along Jareth's shaft.
Jareth's hips began to pump madly as his cum burst from his cock. It flowed down Brynn's throat. It dribbled out of her lips and ran down her chin.
Darius abruptly pulled Brynn's head back from Jareth's cock, which was still spitting up. A jolt of cum shot into Brynn's face, covering it. The men assembled to watch began to laugh, Jeffrey leading the laughter.
Heidrich's cock stood out stiff and tall like a flagpole. Darius grinned and pulled Heidrich to his side, gesturing Brynn over to his feet. Brynn reluctantly turned her head and took the hard, throbbing member between her sore lips.
Darius and Mark unfastened Juliana and helped her down. She was handed the whip and directed to whip Brynn as she blew Heidrich.
Positions reversed, Heidrich looked down at the red head at his crotch level. He longed to put his hands in that hair and pull the young woman closer to him. He watched apprehensively as Juliana raised the whip.
Juliana was more adept at floggings than Shana. She had no difficulty bringing the whip down across Brynn's sorely abused ass.
Brynn, her asscheeks already raw from the earlier whipping, choked as the lash struck her. She gave a muffled cry behind her mouthful of cock and winced as the whip came down again. Her mouth opened wider and she took Heidrich's cockhead into her throat.
Heidrich groaned. He couldn't help himself. He buried his hands in Brynn's hair and pulled her head forward, sliding his head and shaft down Brynn's throat.
Brynn moaned. The whip came down again. She jumped and choked, the cock in her mouth banging hard against the back of her throat. It began to swell even larger than it had been.
Darius gave a jerk of his head, and Juliana dropped the whip. Brynn gulped back a sob, and sucked furiously on Heidrich's massive cock.
Shana was now forced to her knees before Juliana and ordered to take the younger woman's cunt in her mouth. She did with alacrity, sucking Juliana's clit in all in one swallow. Juliana closed her eyes and began pumping steadily into Shana's mouth.
Darius stood behind Heidrich as he pumped his cock down Brynn's throat. He patted the German's asscheeks, then strode around behind the girl whose face Heidrich was fucking. With one swift move, he inserted his swollen cock into her anal opening.
Heidrich gave a snort of lust, and drove harder into Brynns's mouth.
He felt his penis lengthening, swelling, and knew that his cum was going to spurt. He grasped Brynn's hair tighter and shoved his prick down her throat. Brynn uttered a choking sob and opened her mouth its widest. Heidrich's cum poured down Brynn's throat.
Darius put both hands on the girl's hips and plunged his hard, thick penis deep into the hot, tight ass in front of him. He reached around and began pinching Brynn's nipples, which were standing high and erect.
The slave girl humped back at Darius, feeling the entire length of the black man's shaft sliding deep into her anus. The head of Darius' cock banged against her rectum, and she moaned continuously. Looking down at her lust-ridden face, Heidrich felt his balls tightening up again.
Brynn pulled away from Heidrich and looked up at the two men above her. She leaned forward and licked the tip of Heidrich's still semi-hard cock. It twitched and began to rise again.
Darius pumped harder into Brynn. She, in turn, thrust her hips back at Darius, her head thrown back and leaning against Darius' hard-muscled chest.
Brynn opened her aching jaws wide and once again took Heidrich's throbbing cock into her mouth. She licked up and down the shaft, feeling the penis swelling and preparing to spill forth more of its white hot seed.
Darius, sensing that Heidrich was once again on the verge of coming, pounded furiously into Brynn's ass, feeling his balls drawing up, growing heavy with cum. He uttered a wild whoop of joy as the cum burst out of his penis and shot deep inside the kneeling slave.
Heidrich shot at the same moment down the willing throat of Brynn. His hands again found Brynn's hair, and he held the young woman still while he pumped his hot cum into her mouth.
Darius pulled his cock out of Brynn's ass and stood up. He turned away. He didn't want anyone, particularly Sandra or Jeffrey, to see how much he had enjoyed that.
Juliana and Shana had slowed down their action to watch the macho men in their steamy double- teaming of Brynn. Darius now grasped Shana's hair in his big right hand and forced her mouth further down on Juliana's pussy. Juliana gasped and pumped faster against Shana's lips.
Shana cupped Juliana's pussy lips in her hand and squeezed them. Juliana responded by pushing more of her pussy into Shana's mouth, the head of her clit rubbing against Shana's teeth. She pumped harder as she felt Darius slide a finger into her slit.
Juliana suddenly cried out behind her gag as her cunt delivered its sweet nectar into Shana's mouth. Shana swallowed the juice and licked along the outer lips, which drove Juliana wild.
Shana was pulled unceremoniously to her feet and Darius grasped her throbbing pussy in his whole hand. He began rubbing up and down roughly, his fingers dipping in and driving hard inside the girl's delicate vagina, causing Shana to tremble and sweat.
Darius turned Shana to face the audience and stroked harder, plunging one thumb deep into Shana's ass while driving his fingers deep inside her pussy. Shana jerked and began thrusting against Darius' hand.
Her cunt swelled. It throbbed and grew wetter, and began to pour hot, sweet juice across the palm of Darius' hand. Darius smiled and thrust his thumb deeper into Shana's ass. Shana again overflowed Darius' palm with cum, crying out as she did so.
Darius withdrew his thumb and turned to face Sandra. Sandra grinned and gave him a thumbs-up, then broke into applause. The rest of the room began clapping also, and Darius bowed his head.
Jeffrey came forward and extended his hand to Darius. Darius solemnly shook his hand, and brought forward the five other participants in the evening's fun.
Heidrich and Jareth were soundly congratulated, and Sandra declared them well and truly punished, although, as she pointed out, they did all get to come, so where in did the punishment really lie? Brynn rubbed her sore ass at that point, and everyone laughed.
Jeffrey turned to Sandra when the others had retired to the drawing room for drinks, and requested that he be allowed to have Juliana accompany him home for the night.
Sandra, her hand firmly clasped around Mary's arm, readily agreed. Juliana meant nothing to her in any sense except that of a damn good sex slave. Jeffrey may as well have some fun.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary watched with mingled feelings of relief and regret as Jeffrey left the party with Juliana under his wing. Although she assured herself that she was definitely in love with Sandra, she was more than a little miffed that Jeffrey hadn't even looked in her direction with more than a friendly smile.
Sandra kept a firm hold on Mary as she said goodnight to her guests. Lord Peacham was staying in the house overnight, having struck a deal with Marla's mistress to have the use of the girl for the night.
He now excused himself and went to his room, where Marla was already waiting. Sandra grinned and escorted Mary upstairs.
"Are you excited?" she asked in a low growl.
Mary nodded, and put her hand on Sandra's crotch. She grinned, and raced up the stairs ahead of Sandra. Sandra, scowling, caught her up at the top of the stairs and dragged her into their bedroom.
She threw Mary down on the bed and fell on top of her. Her hands impatiently tore at the younger woman's clothing; buttons flew as she ripped Mary's shirt open, exposing her tanned, well- developed breasts. Mary squirmed as Sandra's fingers roughly pulled down the zipper of her jeans and pulled on her hair.
Sandra pushed Mary's jeans down and off. Without a word, she threw Mary's legs over her shoulders and unzipped her own jeans. Mary looked down and began to grin. Her cunt was wet and ready, and she saw that Sandra was also.
Her mistress had strapped on a dildo at some point in the evening. Mary was surprised she hadn't noticed before, but there had been a lot going on.
Sandra immediately thrust the hard rubber penis into Mary's tight, puckered asshole.
Mary yelped and grabbed hold of the sheets. Her fingers dug into the bedclothes as Sandra plowed her way up her ass. She was still tender and sore, but Sandra apparently did not care. Mary bit her lip and began thrusting her hips against Sandra's battering ram.
Sandra grunted as Mary's sphincter muscles tightened around her fake cock. She grabbed the girl's wrists and held them firmly against Mary's sides. Her pseudo cock thrust with intensity into the girl's anus as she moved her hips faster.
Their bodies slapped together loudly against the girl's ass. Sandra loved the sound. She increased her strokes as her loins began to tingle.
Mary squirmed as the penis invaded her deepest recesses. Sandra's hands were like iron manacles around her wrists. She wanted to reach up and stroke that beautiful face, but her hands were trapped. The feeling of complete submission, her wrists held tightly, her legs up in the air and spread, her ass being pounded into, made her dizzy and weak with desire. Her hips began moving faster, trying to match Sandra's strokes.
Sandra now increased her thrusts intensely. Her rubberized penis rubbed insistently along Mary's already lacerated anal walls, creating a deliciously painful friction for her. Mary whimpered as her bum was scraped raw.
Her clit reacted to the insistent penis in her ass in its usual fashion by raising its head. It became rapidly engorged with blood and began rubbing against Sandra's pubic mound.
Sandra chuckled. Letting go of Mary's left wrist, she placed her right hand on the girl's pussy and began rubbing along the shaft of her clit. It hardened some more, thrusting against her hand. She rubbed harder.
Mary began moaning. Her cunt throbbed with the beat of the blood flowing through her veins. Her head was swimming, and she heard Sandra speaking as through a haze.
"Come for me, slut," Sandra was saying.
Mary's hips pumped wildly as her cunt sought release. Sandra's cock plunged deeper into Mary's ass, making the girl groan as her clit pressed against Sandra's rough hand.
"Come on, little girl. Come for Mistress."
"I'm trying," gasped Mary, her love bud straining for Sandra's hand. Sandra pulled her hand away, and Mary cried.
With a wicked grin, Sandra began pulling the dildo out of Mary's ass. Mary tried to hold onto it by squeezing her muscles tight, but Sandra slipped out, making Mary gasp with pain at the sudden withdrawal.
"You know what?" Sandra whispered, lowering Mary's legs and bending close to her slave's face.
Mary shook her head. Sandra chuckled and rose from the bed. Mary's eyes followed her apprehensively as her mistress strolled towards the bathroom.
"I think," Sandra said from the bathroom door, "that it's been a long time since you had a fist up your ass."
"No," gasped Mary. She began to rise from the bed, but Sandra was back in the doorway, a tube of jelly in her hand. She also had a towel draped over her arm, and something smaller. A washcloth.
"Put this under your ass, and put this in your mouth." Sandra handed over first the towel and then the washcloth. She looked down at Mary.
"On second thought, roll over onto your belly. " Mary did, trembling with fear and anticipation. Sandra placed the towel where she wanted it, then, reaching under Mary, pulled her ass higher into the air.
Her hand on Mary's thigh, Sandra parted the girl's asscheeks. She smeared a gob of the K-Y jelly around Mary's asshole and inserted a finger. Mary gasped. Sandra had very long fingers.
Sandra applied the jelly to her whole hand, then slid another finger into Mary's ass. Her third finger slid in, and Mary bit down on the washcloth. How was it going to be when the whole fist went in? Her mind refused to think about it.
The fourth finger slid in, stretching the hole. Sandra withdrew all four fingers and made a fist. Holding the girl's asshole open with the fingers of her left hand, she slid her right fist into the tight opening.
Mary shouted into the washcloth between her teeth. Her ass was being tom apart, she knew it. The feeling intensified, then suddenly subsided. The fist had slid past the sphincter muscles and now lay buried in Mary's rectum.
Sandra began moving her arm back and forth.
Her fist moved very little inside Mary's ass, but Mary felt each tiny change. Her whole body felt flushed and hot. Her pussy was growing wetter and hotter, and her nipples stood erect.
Grinning, Sandra now began moving her fist inside Mary. Back and forth it slid, drawing gasps and moans from the girl. Sandra pushed in a little further.
"No, no, oh God, no," cried Mary.
"Big baby. I've only got, let's see," Sandra paused, then reached for one of Mary's hands. "Here, feel how much."
Mary gingerly slid her hand hack to her ass and tried to feel for Sandra' wrist. Her hand moved along her own ass, finally bumping into-oh God, Sandra had half her forearm buried inside her!
Mary's face was buried in the pillows. She felt her pussy getting hotter and her clitoris swelling larger at the feeling of the fist probing ever deeper into her rectum. Pinned as she was, it was impossible for her to move, yet her hips were jerked back and forth by the movement of the fist in her ass.
Sandra now began fist-fucking the girl beneath her in earnest. Her face was a mask of concentration as she felt her way along the tight anal tract. Her own clitoris had stiffened during the course of the action and was now rock-hard, and she moved her other hand down to it.
Mary let out a slight screech as Sandra's fist moved deeper inside. Her pussy ached with desire, and she longed to rub it against something, but Sandra said she could only come when Sandra told her to. Something about these rules made Mary tingle all over. She needed someone like Sandra.
The fist now moved faster, and Mary felt herself coming close to the edge. She spat the washcloth out of her mouth.
"Please, may I come?" she gasped.
Sandra abruptly stopped what she was doing. Mary moaned. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily.
"Did I say you could?" growled Sandra.
"No, mistress," answered Mary. Her voice trembled.
"Then you'd better not," Sandra told her, and began fist-fucking her again. Mary groaned and ground her teeth. Her cunt was insistent. If something wasn't done, she was going to come anyway.
Too late! Her cum boiled out of her cunt, spilling onto the towel beneath her. She bit her lip and tried not to cry as the fist punished her, thrusting harder and faster into her bowels.
"Young slut-whore. I'll teach you to come without my permission," Sandra growled through tightly clenched teeth. Her arm drove her fist with new fury, drawing cries from Mary.
Mary felt something give inside her. Her legs trembled and she knew they would collapse soon. Her heart and mind were in a whirl. Mary was in love.
Sandra delivered a few last, wild thrusts, then knelt, panting, behind Mary. Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Mary's ass. A little blood was mixed with the jelly still coating Sandra's fist.
She rose and went to the bathroom to wash her hand and arm. Returning, she knelt directly behind Mary and, without warning, plunged the hard rubber cock into the girl's ass once more.
Mary yelped in surprise. Her fingers dug into the sheets and pillows. Her asshole clenched tightly around the entering dildo.
Sandra reached around and pinched Mary's nipples. Mary lay, helpless to resist, as waves of pleasure washed over her body. Without touching herself, she knew she was going to come again. She gave herself up to it, and didn't even mind Sandra's dire threats of what she would do when she'd finished fucking Mary.
Her breath was hot on Mary's neck. Mary's legs had not been able to support them and she lay flat on her stomach. Sandra slammed into her with force as her thrusts carried her deeper and deeper into the tight ass under her. She reached down and began rubbing her clit as she fucked Mary with the dildo.
Mary groaned. Sandra still had her other fingers on her sensitive nipples and alternated between caressing and pinching them. Mary felt Sandra's hand trying to slide down to her cunt, and pressed her body even tighter against the bed.
Undeterred, Sandra grasped the girl's engorged clitoris in her fingers. It was an awkward position, but she didn't mind. She was determined to have her fun. She knew that Mary liked having her little nub of flesh played with, but would never say so.
Her fingers wrapped around Mary's head, her other hand rubbing herself furiously, Sandra began fucking her with great, hard thrusts. She felt tension building in her loins.
Mary squeezed her muscles hard, drawing a surprised gasp from Sandra. The pace quickened, and the hand on her clit grew rougher. Mary groaned as Sandra stroked her to the edge of coming, and left her there.
Grunting, Sandra thrust one long, hard thrust deep inside Mary's bowels, and, squeezing her own muscles tight, let loose her pent-up juice.
Mary felt it flow onto her as Sandra rose up kneeling above her, and her own cunt relieved itself of its burden.
Sandra felt Mary come again and grinned in the darkness above her. She remained where she was until her orgasm was over and the dildo could be withdrawn without greater aggravation to Mary's twice-ravaged butthole.
Rolling onto her side, Sandra lay caressing Mary gently. She pulled the girl into her arms.
"I'll punish you in the morning," she promised. Her hands moved tenderly over Mary's hair, and Mary sighed happily.
* * *
Jeffrey had actually sent Daryl to her mother's for the night. He brought Juliana into the house and poured them out a couple of drinks. Before leaving the house, Jeffrey had seen to it that Juliana was dressed. Now she stood, awkwardly, in the middle of Jeffrey's living room, sipping at her very first vodka-tonic.
"Can I get you something else?" Jeffrey asked her, noting the young woman's expression. Juliana looked up guiltily and shook her head.
"I'm fine," she said. Jeffrey came close and looked Juliana up and down. Juliana blushed under Jeffrey's blatantly lustful gaze.
"I'm a little upset with you," Jeffrey told her, his hand sliding casually up and down Juliana's arm.
"Why?" asked Juliana, her flesh burning where Jeffrey's fingers stroked it.
"Because of your performance tonight, and the last time I saw you. Alone, that is."
Juliana hung her head and was silent. The last time she'd been with Jeffrey, she'd been unable to perform as she was supposed to. Jeffrey made her extremely nervous, and all her juice had dried up at the source.
"What was wrong with tonight?" she asked.
"I think you're a little too close to Shana," said Jeffrey, as if that answered the question. "You seem to prefer her company to all others," Jeffrey went on. "I think maybe you should prove to me that that is not so. Otherwise, it may be best to separate the two of you."
Juliana's mouth dropped open. She shook her head vehemently.
"No, sir, we are not that close." Calling Jeffrey "sir" made her blood boil, but what choice had she? She was damned if she'd call the man 'Master'. Having to refer to Sandra as Mistress was where she drew the line; after all, she lived there.
"Then prove it," Jeffrey said, his voice a husky whisper. His hand moved on Juliana's arm, now sliding up to the girl's neck and caressing the hair growing so abundantly there.
Juliana moved uncomfortably. She put a hand on Jeffrey's arm and allowed herself to be pulled closer. When Jeffrey put his mouth on hers, Juliana opened her lips and met Jeffrey's tongue with her own.
Jeffrey drove his tongue deep into Juliana's mouth, his mouth crushing down on Juliana's, bruising her lips. Juliana made a muffled sound of protest, and Jeffrey drew back, his lips snarling.
"Am I not good enough for you, you slut?" he hissed. He slapped Juliana across the face. Juliana backed away, and Jeffrey caught hold of her arm, pulling her back to him. His mouth came down on Juliana's again.
Juliana threw her arms around Jeffrey, pressing her body tight against the older man's. Jeffrey ran his hands over Juliana's back. He pulled the girl's jacket off and his fingers began undoing the buttons on Juliana's shirt.
The shirt parted under Jeffrey's fingers, revealing Juliana's slender but developed chest. Her nipples stood up straight and erect. Jeffrey bent and took one in his mouth. His fingers slid over Juliana's ribs, tickling them.
Juliana squirmed. Her pussy automatically began to throb inside the fabric of her jeans. Jeffrey reached one hand down and cupped her genitals. He gave them a gentle squeeze.
"The bedroom's through that door," he whispered. "I want to find you naked and on my bed when I come in." He gave Juliana a swat on the ass and went to the bar to pour another couple of drinks.
Juliana walked into the bedroom. She pulled her shirt off. Her trembling fingers slid the zipper of her jeans down and unfastened the button. She stepped out of them, first kicking off her shoes. She stripped off her socks and underwear, and sat on the bed.
Jeffrey paused at the bedroom door and looked at the young blonde woman.
"Lie back on the pillows," he told Juliana. Juliana did so. "Now, stretch your hands above your head." Juliana's hands reached up above her. "Grasp that bar, and don't let go." Juliana grasped the cross-bar of the brass bed and hung on.
Jeffrey carried the drinks in and set them on the bedside table. He looked down with a wolfish grin. Without warning, he dipped his fingers into one of the drinks and fished out an ice cube. He dropped it on Juliana's prone body.
Juliana's breath hissed through her nostrils as the ice hit her body, but she remained still. Jeffrey nodded and picked up another piece of ice. Juliana watched his fingers breathlessly, waiting for the ice to drop.
Jeffrey paused with his fingers over the young woman's pubis. He grinned down at Juliana, and dropped the ice.
This time, Juliana cried out. The ice melted in her hair and stung his pussy. Her clit, which had been puffed up and swollen, slumped down.
"Aw," said Jeffrey. "We'll have to see what we can do about that." He sat on the bed beside Juliana and took the young woman's pussy lips in his hand. Her clit stood up almost immediately, much to Juliana's shame.
Jeffrey laughed. He bent forward and blew lightly on the head of her clitoris. It shivered and shriveled slightly. He began to stroke it, gentle strokes that sent a thrill of lust coursing through Juliana's body.
Juliana felt her cunt lips growing puffier with the blood that was filling them. Jeffrey's hand on her clit grew more insistent. His fingers moved roughly, sliding Juliana's foreskin back and forth over her head and shaft.
Jeffrey let go abruptly. Juliana had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She'd been on the verge of coming, and Jeffrey knew it. The bastard.
Juliana was rolled onto her belly. Fingers were in her vaginal crack, probing her tight opening. They thrust in deeply, making Juliana bury her face in the pillows.
The fingers were withdrawn as suddenly as Jeffrey had let go of Juliana's pubes. Juliana felt Jeffrey kneeling between her legs and braced herself.
Wet fingers again probed her pussy, spreading its lips further apart. Jeffrey's cockhead was now pressing against the entrance of Juliana's cunt. Juliana resisted as long as she could, but the man would not be denied. He held the girl down and forced his battering ram up inside Juliana's tight, hot space.
Juliana's cry was swallowed by the pillows. Her tits were pressed hard against the mattress. She felt rough fingers sliding under her body, and then suddenly latch onto her clit. She squirmed as they began to move roughly up and down the little pea- shaped nub.
Jeffrey plunged deeper into Juliana. He heard the girl cry out again and felt her body moving underneath his own. He smiled. This almost made up for having to abandon the Mary project. He thrust in again, eliciting yet another cry from the beautiful blonde moving under him.
The movement of Juliana's body was making Jeffrey harder. His cock plunged in again and again, now forcing its way up into the furthest recesses of Juliana's womb. It plundered the tender vaginal canal, scraping its way along, the head battering the girl's very uterus.
Juliana felt her cunt throbbing under the pressure of Jeffrey's fingers and the sheets underneath her. She wriggled around as her body began to shake and sweat. She was going to come this time, and to hell with Jeffrey. She closed her eyes and ground with all her might into the bedclothes.
Her cum spilled over Jeffrey's hand and pooled under her body. Jeffrey pulled his hand away and grasped Juliana's hair. His other hand on the girl's shoulder, he began pounding into her painfully. His breath came in short gasps now, as his cum built up in his balls.
His cock drove in one hard, deep thrust, and he began filling up Juliana's cunt with jism. It burst from his cock in jolt after jolt, drowning them both in the waves of sexual pleasure.
Jeffrey lay on top of Juliana, feeling his breathing returning to normal. Juliana made no protest, lying uncomplaining under the older man. Jeffrey kissed the blonde hair tenderly, then rolled off onto his back. He picked up one drink and handed it to Juliana.
"Is this the one you used to torment me with?" the young slave girl asked suspiciously. Jeffrey began to laugh. He raised his glass and toasted Juliana.
"Would it matter if it were?" he asked. Juliana looked at him and smiled shyly.
"Not if you told me it didn't."
Jeffrey set his drink down and put his arms around Juliana.
"Does this mean that you are actually becoming used to being owned?"
Juliana hung her head. She slowly nodded. Jeffrey laughed with glee and pulled Juliana into his arms. He wrapped his body around the girl and they eased into sleep, both content in the warmth they'd found.