ÒYou wish to be a slave,Ó she said. ÒI can see it in your eyes.Ó
ÒNo! No I do not!Ó I cried out, sure of every word.
ÒSome girls do, some donÕt,Ó she answered. ÒBut you do.Ó I shook my
head ÔnoÕ as vigorously as I could. ÒYou are in luck,Ó she said. ÒI have a
guest, he watched you from his room, in the garden. But if I spare you, if I
give you to him, you will be his slave forever.Ó
ÒSpare me, then,Ó I replied.
ÒYou didnÕt join the agency for the money, did you?Ó she asked. ÒYou
wanted to submit. You wanted to find a master to love you, and care for
you, and give you your liberty, but always within the confines, the
perimeters, he might select. IsnÕt it true?Ó Again I shook my head Ôno.Õ
ÒRonald, go get Lord Shaftsbury,Ó Elspeth said. There was a wicked
twinkle in her eye. Immediately Ronald left, naked, his cock waggling out
in front of him, hoping for pussy. The sooner my fate was concluded, he
would have some, from some female, I guessed. He probably did not care
who. She would be lovely, whoever she was.
I shifted my wrists, hoping to free them somehow from the
restraints. Otherwise I kept my pose, on my knees, my face down, my
bottom high. I did not dare change my posture, lest Elspeth flog me.
ÒHurry,Ó Elspeth teased. ÒÔPlease mistress, spank my bottom,Õ is all
you need say. If I whack you even once, the strokes will be delivered, all
of them, even if I have to tie you more fully to do it. But you will be free
of Lord Shaftsbury. He will not be permitted to enter. If he does, my dear,
you are lost. I can see in your eyes what you want. A love slave, a
chattel, that is what you want to be. Opulent, elegant, but not a liberated
female. Not in the truest sense. You wish to be endowed with the supreme
female beauty, that which comes only from submission to a male. A
strong, powerful male. One who will love you, and force you to submit
completely. I wished it once too, and I was such a slave. At 16, just as
you will be soon. ThatÕs what you really want for your birthday, isnÕt it?
A collar, a leash, and the strong whip-hand of a perfect male master.Ó
I wrenched at my bonds. I must get free! I could not face this.
Somehow, deep down, I suspected that my sexual odyssey in life had been
more than just fun and games. It had been for a purpose. To find the
perfect man. The complete master. One who would make me obey because
I wanted to. It was like finding a man to impregnate you, to have children
by. Perhaps it was a sort of Ôplay pregnancy,Õ this desire of mine for a
master. A test run, so to speak, for the chores and burdens of motherhood,
which were far deeper, far more long-lasting, than a few well-placed
whacks on the bottom. And I knew I did want to be a mom.
There was a knock at the door. Elspeth looked dismayed. For a
moment she seemed about to strike me, out of vengeance perhaps. Yet IÕd
obeyed her, hadnÕt I? IÕd chosen what sheÕd chosen herself. ÒCome in,Ó she
said at last.
The door opened. And as soon as I saw him, I loved him. He moved
with a grace, an assurance, IÕd never seen. Tall, uncertain in age, but older
than me, yes, that was essential. Old enough to make the world move for
him. And the girls in it. Especially me.
ÒPlease mistress, spank my bottom!Ó I cried suddenly. Elspeth only
laughed.
ÒIt is too late!Ó she said. ÒYou see him and you love him! I will not
save you now.Ó
****
I was untied and made to stand up straight. They blindfolded me. I
thought to resist, thought best not to. His hands lightly caressed my
waist, steadied me, but there was enormous power in them. Mistress
whispered in my ear that he was a drug baron, perhaps the only man who
could truly enslave me, for he lived utterly outside the law. I felt
strength in his fingers. They were long, vampire-like, as those of a heroin
addict might be whoÕd shot up so much that heÕd turned into something
utterly different. I sensed, though, as I stood shaking, biting my lip, that
heÕd freed himself of any addiction he might once have had to drugs. He
just sold them now, I guessed, for his hands felt very powerful, though
they barely grazed me as they touched my waist, my belly. Though I was
nude, utterly at his disposal, he did not cup my cunt or fondle my breasts.
He was utterly discreet, as if feeling fine china in an auction house, afraid
to grip it too hard lest he break it.
My hands were tied in front of me with a slim piece of Indian
rawhide. The rope cut into my wrists a little, as if to remind me of his
absolute power over me. Taking me then round my middle he guided me
from the bedroom, where he might have fucked me instantly, and down the
long flight of stairs at the front of the house. I had no idea where we
were going. I did not care. I was with him. My breasts jiggled freely, my
nipples almost sore in their stiffness. In my cunt I felt all desperate,
burny, as if I must have him, but he was too polite to indulge me. My
thighs moved closely, I wished to squeeze them tight, to rub myself
furiously with my fingers until my passion eased. My girlish, puppy-love
passion. How foolish I was to get a crush on this man! He would destroy
me, I knew it, or utterly transform me into a complete woman, so that I
would never be a girl, not anymore. I would be full-grown and mature. I
bit my lip harder.
ÒCareful,Ó he said, watching me. He touched a finger to my lips and
made me ease the pressure of my nervous teeth. ÒI do not wish you
injured,Ó he breathed, his throat deep, menace slinking through it, Òunless
I myself do it, or order it done.Ó
ÒWill you hurt me?Ó I asked. My voice was quavery. My steps were
hesitant on the stairs. I felt for the next step, thought I might lose my
balance. He steadied me.
ÒI will use you,Ó he answered. ÒSexually. For my pleasure, and
perhaps yours, although your duty will be to satisfy me, not yourself. Do
you understand?Ó I stood stock still, wavering in my commitment. He ran
a hand through my hair. ÒIt is too late to refuse,Ó he replied. ÒNod if you
understand.Ó Very slowly, biting my lip again, I nodded. He put a finger to
my mouth and softened the pensiveness of it. Suddenly I opened my teeth
and caught his finger inside my mouth. I sucked upon the length of it
hotly, vigorously, as a newborn with a favorite pacifier.
ÒCome,Ó he said. ÒWe must get started.Ó He stepped ahead of me,
turned, and literally led me with his finger in my mouth. I did not let go.
As he pulled me I bit into his flesh, gradually at first, then harder. He did
not complain, did not pull out of me. He led me all the way outside, the
others throwing a blanket round me as we stepped through the door, to
cover my nakedness against any eyes lurking on the street. Led like a dog,
I traipsed in my wriggling nudity down the sidewalk. The blanket only
served to heighten my awareness of myself. Within its wool confines my
boobies bounced and jostled, my bottom rolled, the fabric of the blanket
pricking me, uncomfortable yet necessary. When we slipped inside his
limo he relived me of it. He sat me on his lap and I felt his manhood in his
pants. Naughtily I moved my bottom so the staff of his uprisen cock got
caught twixt the cheeks.
ÒI hope its a bumpy ride,Ó I giggled, happy in my blindfold. His finger
rested still upon my tongue, bit-like, slurring my speech.
ÒOh, why so?Ó he asked. He brushed my hair with his fingers,
endured the weight of my bottom on his cock.
ÒBecause I might make you wet your pants,Ó I answered.
ÒYou would have me cream inside this fine Armani suit?Ó he asked.
He put a fingertip in my navel. I felt silly, baby-like.
ÒYeth,Ó I answered over his finger. ÒIf you canÕt control yourself,
then perhaps you donÕt deserve me.Ó
ÒAnd if I can?Ó he asked. For answer I bounced my fanny on his
tented prong. I closed my mouth over his finger and bit down hard. I
tasted blood.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I said suddenly. He took his finger from my mouth. I
lifted my hands, held him, kissed his bleeding finger. ÒDid I hurt you?Ó
ÒNot much,Ó he answered. ÒYouÕre not the first frisky girl to bite
me.Ó
ÒI want to be the last, though,Ó I said. Possessively I took his hand
and yanked it down to my cunt. I stuck his injured finger within the
confines of my twat. I gasped as I did it, but desisted not, wanting him so
badly, wanting to make him my own.
Female hands, long-nailed, came to my breasts. They cupped me,
squeezed hard, as if to make my nipples squirt milk. ÒOh!Ó I said
remorsefully. IÕd hoped we were alone, in his car. But there was one
other, at least, a woman.
ÒIÕm afraid IÕm quite popular,Ó he said. As I held his wrist he took
over now, rodding me with his finger. Soon I was no more than a little girl
on a supermarket horsey, wishing for the ride to stop, wanting to get off.
I gripped his wrist, trying to stop him from fucking me, but his strength
was overpowering. He rammed first one finger, then two, then three
within me, all the while rubbing my spot with his thumb. The woman put
her mouth to my breasts and sucked them hard. It seemed she wished to
distort their shape and leave me with ruined breasts. I bounced my
bottom, crying out. ÒStop, please stop!Ó I tried to make him come in his
pants to relieve his passion. He bent his head and kissed, then bit into the
slimness of my neck with a vicious growl.
ÒNo! Oh, please!Ó I cried, but their assault continued on my little
body, the womanÕs hands and mouth vigorous, the manÕs fingers rapidly
bringing me to the height of passion. He rammed his hand again and again
into the apex of my thighs, burying his fingers, shafting me with them
until I went over the edge. Shuddering down from my bliss I felt a new
sensation. His pants were unbuckled, unzipped, drawn down. Tightly they
gripped his muscular thighs as I felt the hair of them pricking up against
my own legs. Under me his cock suddenly stuck up. Women, apparently
sitting on either side of him, lifted me and spread the cheeks of my seat.
Their long nails dug into the tenderest portions of my bottom as I felt a
finger swab vaseline over my rosette. ÒNo! Oh, God!Ó I cried. In my
enforced posture, my bottom held aloft, I felt the menace of his cockhead
worming into position. He, or a woman, pressed its evil tip right against
my hole. ÒNot there! Not there!Ó I cried. He felt huge beneath me, a stiff
iron pole, all raw and wet-tipped, oozing.
ÒBe quiet, girl, you chose his fingers for your cunt,Ó the woman in
front of me scolded. She twisted my nipples and I shouted from the abuse.
ÒWelcome to Lord Shaftsbury,Ó a woman beside my straining host
taunted. I felt her fingers slip off my bottom, even as her companion did
the same. I was left sitting atop my LordÕs cock, with nothing to support
me.
ÒAughgh!Ó I yelled, as the grisly thing made its entry into my
butthole. The woman in front of me placed her hands on my thighs so I
could not get up. Down I inexorably sat, our hostÕs cock surging within my
bottom cheeks. I clenched them, tried to keep him out, but he was stiff as
a piston, and I had no support for my ass. The limo hit a bump and I felt
myself bounce. ÒOh!Ó I wept as I felt the cock catch me on my earthward
return. He grunted, loving it. The car hit another bump and I wound up
even more deeply pierced.
ÒSir, your suspension is shot,Ó the woman in front of me purred. She
let go of my breasts and I felt them bounce, sore and well-sucked, my
nipples coated with her saliva.
ÒCobblestones, such an adventure,Ó my new master answered,
feeling himself more deeply embedded in me each time I was thrown by
the car. Wham! Wham! Wham! We were on pure stones now, the first few
bumps having been, apparently, holes in the road, but now the bouncing
was continuous. I shuddered, shivered down his pole, feeling all my breath
forced from me. Despite my tightness there was no escaping the sodomy.
It felt as if a huge cork was being driven up the bottle-slim neck of my
anal hole, like one might stopper up champagne to save it for another day.
I, however, was not being saved, but debauched, opened. We could no
longer claim to be strangers, though I knew him by his title only, and he
knew me only by my first name. Deep, deeper he rammed up within me,
making tears run from my eyes.
ÒOh, woh, woh, woh!Ó I protested. There was no keeping him out,
though, he was too hard, the bumps too relentless. I went boing-boing-
boing upon his penis for seeming ages, his balls all rubbery and hairy and
tight against the soft-underside of my ass, promising fulfillment when he
could take no more of my girlishly-cleft ass. It was the lewdest of
amusement park rides, a log-ride of sorts, with the awful log stuck up my
heinie.
ÒAh,Ó he breathed finally, and I felt, somewhere deep within me, a
spurting. Hot jets of his seed filled my guts as my rent bottom suffered
upon his indriving prong. I jiggled, I wiggled, trying to get off him, hoping
he was finished, but he seemed to pee his sperm into me forever. And,
then, still hard, I felt him let loose his urine.
ÒNoooo!Ó I hooted, scared as could be, as he enemized me with liquid
from within his own bladder. I felt full, fuller still, but the woman in
front of me kept her hands hard upon my thighs, preventing my rising, even
as the limo wickedly ran over the cobblestones, making all of us jiggle
like balls in a funhouse.
When he was done I was lifted up. Gradually, as if loathe to leave
such sweet tightness, his cock eased down my poor well-reamed
bottomhole. I heard a little ÔpopÕ and felt myself suddenly empty. I drew
in my ass cheeks, hoping to stop any re-entry. Strangely, I felt widened
back there, as if I could not close myself as I had before. They sat my
raped bottom on his thigh. I felt his pee come running down out of me.
The woman in front of me lifted up my blindfold. She was the first thing I
saw, ravishingly beautiful, with raven-dark hair, wearing a sparkling
evening gown. It was rumpled. SheÕd hiked it up her thighs and sat
watching me, a hand between her legs, fingering her slit. I glanced down,
looked between my own thighs. I brushed my hair from my eyes with my
still-bound hands. I gasped. I looked around, over my shoulder.
ÒItÕs awful,Ó I sighed, appalled at the mess beneath me, all of it
coming rapidly from within my bottom. Pee, sperm, shit, it was on his
thigh and the seat beneath, on his trousers, half-lowered. He smiled at
me.
ÒDonÕt worry, itÕs rented,Ó he said of the limo. We were on smooth
asphalt again. Beside him two women sat, their own dresses raised, as
beautiful as the first, and intent now on seeing to their own pleasure. As
we rode, myself recovering, my host relaxing, they filled the limoÕs cabins
with their cries as they masturbated themselves to fulfillment. I
watched, captivated. Their feminine odors rose up to join with the scent I
and my host had already saturated the cabin with. My ass felt terribly
sore, and like it wouldnÕt ever be whole again, as if some huge thing
belonged inside it, forever, filling it, though I dreaded the thought of it.
My master rubbed my belly and admired my breasts.
ÒSexual entertainment,Ó he said. He kissed my young cheek. ÒYou
will see much of it in the days to come.Ó The women frigged themselves
until they were done. Then one of them poured drinks and passed them
around. I sipped mine slowly, savoring it, as they all sat and admired me.
I was their new playmate, and I knew I could not escape whatever other
awful pleasures they had in store for me, as an inspiration to themselves.
ÒYou will do well, dear,Ó the raven-haired beauty said to me. She
touched my chin. I flinched. I did not like her touching me. My bosoms
still hurt from her raping them. I glanced at my titties. They looked well
enough, but I wondered if older womenÕs breasts sagged because of too
much love-play.
ÒSo young and sweet,Ó another woman said of me. She took hold of
the cord which bound my wrists and used it to press the glass I held to my
lips. She pushed the underside of the glass up until I was forced to rapidly
swallow its contents. I felt the liquor run down my throat and fill my
belly. A headiness quickly overcame me. I giggled. I felt silly. The tips
of my nipples wiggled sweetly.
ÒWe are almost there,Ó my master said to me, his voice soft, liquor-
spiked. His breath mingled with my own and I pressed my mouth to his so
we could share our exhalations with each other, privately, blocking out the
other females. I was on his lap, not they. Though I hurt in my private
places and blamed him for it, I kissed him lovingly. Our tongues met and
he drew me closer. ÒI am going to have you whipped, later today,Ó he said
to me. I shivered but I did not care. I was his, he could do with me as he
wished.
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