Emma's Enslavery

Chapter 4.

Mr B allowed Emma to swan around the house for the rest of the morning and hinted at a possible shopping trip later in the day. Emma had expressed concern about her belongings left at the backpacker's hostel where she'd been staying, but Mr B assured her that Lizzy had arranged for all her things to be collected. In any case, Mr B joked, he was quite happy with the way she was dressed.

Emma spent most of the morning out by the pool, the high fence ensuring absolute privacy. She read fashion magazines, listened to music and when not cooling off in the pool, worked on her all over tan. She was starting to think yesterday was just a dream…well not a dream but perhaps just Mr B's kinkier side that he needed to get out of his system. Meanwhile Mr B made some phone calls.

He had fresh seafood delivered for lunch. They ate out by the pool, prawns, fresh mud crab, oysters and Moreton Bay Bugs. They washed it down with chilled chardonnay. With all the sun in the morning and the amount of alcohol Mr B was plying into Emma, she was starting to think that this wasn't a bad way to earn the fare home after all. He even helped Emma clean up after lunch.

"Did you enjoy lunch Emma?" asked Mr B.

"It was divine! Thank you Sir." Emma made sure to address him properly.

"Would you care to guess what I like after a good lunch like that Emma?"

"A nice nap Sir?" Emma giggled.

"No Emma…something else." Mr B said as he grabbed Emma's hand and placed it on his bulging crotch.

He took her by the hand and led her to the spare bedroom.

"You w...w...won't hurt me again will you, Mr B?" Emma asked nervously.

Mr B didn't answer. By now they were in the room. He forced Emma onto the padded bench and straddled her, putting first one then the other wrist into the leather cuffs. Emma struggled but the wine and sun had dulled her and made her efforts feeble. From there Mr B cuffed her ankles. Emma's g-string tied at the sides and the top was strapless, and soon he had her naked.

With her legs spread Mr B began to slowly stroke her sex which was slightly damp. Emma closed her eyes and bit her lower lip enjoying Mr B's ministrations and her own helplessness.

"You asked me earlier Emma how long I intended to keep you with me…how long I'd contracted you out for from Lizzy. Put simply the answer is indefinitely."

Emma looked puzzled.

"You won't be leaving, Emma," Mr B stated bluntly.

Emma was suddenly angry but it was mixed with fear. She began struggling futilely against her bonds.

"If you kill me people will come looking you bastard!" Emma yelled.

Mr B ignored her and simply placed duct tape over her mouth.

"My dear Emma, I wouldn't dream of killing such a gorgeous creature, particularly considering the expense necessary to procure you. As for anyone looking for you here that is highly unlikely. While you were lazing by the pool I put a number of plans in place. From the personal effects that Lizzy picked up from the hostel it is apparent that you find it cheaper to text message home to your parents rather than phone. Hence a text has been sent to them telling them you are on your way to Bangkok, Thailand. One of Lizzy's girls looks much like you: same height, hair and eye colour. Certainly the average Thai immigration official won't spot the difference when she enters the country on your passport. She'll book into a cheap hotel in Bangkok with all your personal effects, have your passport locked in the hotel safe and re-enter Australia using her own passport. When you are reported missing the last place you will have been seen is south-east Asia and since you pre-paid at the hotel with cash there won't be a signature to check. Emma, only I, Lizzy and Mike know where you are, and as both Lizzy and Mike are heavily indebted to me in more ways than one, I can't see anyone finding you."

By this stage the tears were flowing freely from Emma's eyes. Mr B gently wiped them away then as delicately as he could pulled off the duct tape.

"Don't bother screaming Emma, this room has better sound proofing than the master bedroom. The tape was just so you didn't interrupt me. Right now you feel shocked, but I think soon you will become defiant. I strongly advise you against it Emma. My methods for dealing with any such defiance will be swift, imaginative, and comprehensive. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir" said Emma in a barely audible whisper.

Mr B went back to gently stroking Emma's clit. Yet again Emma's mind was in turmoil. The joke was she'd travelled the world backpacking to get away from her family. Emma was an only child: her father a chronic drunk and her mother a brazen slut who'd bring men home knowing her useless unemployed husband would be passed out on the couch. Emma couldn't give a fuck if she never saw her parents again. She figured if she behaved herself, she could end up somewhere between a maid and mistress for the somewhat attractive and obviously independently wealthy Australian businessman. And right now his experienced ministrations on her nether regions were certainly affecting her, despite the shock of her sudden change in circumstances.

"Are you ready for my cock Emma?" Mr B was sawing two fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit with his thumb.

"Please Sir, please take me." Emma asked ashamed.

Mr B mounted her gently and slowly began to fuck the girl strapped below him. He tried to keep his weight of her still sensitive tits, and kissed her neck. Surprisingly, as he went to kiss her mouth, she kissed back hungrily.

Emma was enjoying this fuck and in a perverse way wanted it harder. She was beginning to revel in her helplessness, at the mercy of this man who seemed so experienced in the carnal arts. Mr B felt her begin to strain against her bonds, thrusting her hips up to meet his. It was then that he began to increase his tempo, kissing her hard on the mouth, biting her neck, instinctively knowing what she wanted.

"I'm going to cum Sir!" Emma yelled.

Mr B just pumped harder and as he felt her body stiffen, and blew his load into the recesses of her pussy. He kissed her gently then dismounted, grabbed his clothes and left the still panting girl strapped to the bench.

About ten minutes later Mr B re-entered the room, drinking a beer.

"Tomorrow you start on the pill Emma. Don't want you getting knocked up. For now though we have another matter to attend to. You didn't ask permission to cum Emma, and for that you need to be punished."

"But I didn't know I needed to ask!" Emma pleaded.

"Not ask Emma, beg…and you just forgot to answer me with Sir."

"I'm sorry Sir." Emma whimpered.

"I don't think you are Emma but you soon will be." Mr B replied.

Mr B released the leather cuffs on Emma's hands but swiftly replaced them with conventional cuffs. He then released the ropes holding her ankle cuffs and stood her in the middle of the room. An overhead chain was attached to the cuffs and raised so that Emma was forced to stand with her arms over her head. Her leg cuffs were attached to ring bolts in the floor, spreading her legs. When he was satisfied, he slowly walked round Emma sipping his beer and admiring her body. The angry red marks of the previous day were fast disappearing. The whipping had not been that severe. Due to her position, Emma's breasts stood out taut and firm. Mr B examined the nipple piercings closely. They seemed to be healing nicely, so much so that he removed the miniature barbells and replaced them with the rings that he preferred. Mr B then blindfolded Emma, knowing full well that not knowing what was coming would torture the girl as much as the punishment itself.

He was wearing running shoes and was able to move around the room quietly. He could tell Emma was keeping still, straining to hear for a clue of what was to come. Mr B moved in behind her and gently blew on the back of her neck. Emma jerked in surprise. She then heard an aerosol can of some sort being used and then smelt and felt the shaving foam being smeared over her crotch. He then began to shaving her pussy. There wasn't much to shave as Emma had enjoyed wearing skimpy g-strings on the beach in north Queensland and had trimmed her thatch accordingly. He quickly finished and wiped away the excess cream.

"That's the last time I ever shave you Emma. I'll be expecting you to have a bald pussy for me at all times."

"Yes Sir." Emma replied.

Mr B then put Emma's shoulder length blonde hair in a pony tail, and slowly almost sensuously began to cover her entire body from the neck down in baby oil. Emma could not help herself and shivered at the delicious sensations, even as he massaged the oil into her still sensitive breasts. As he worked towards her pussy she felt her juices flowing, and was sure that Mr B could smell her desire just as she could. In fact Emma could not see Mr B grinning at the sight of her juices running down her inner thighs.

He suddenly inserted two fingers from each hand simultaneously into Emma's vagina and anus, causing her to buck with the discomfort caused by the double intrusion. Soon Mr B was finished oiling her and stood back to admire the tanned glistening body.

It took an instant for the stinging pain to register on Emma's back…then she screamed. He had quietly removed the leather belt from his cargo shorts, doubled it over and used his full force across Emma's shoulder blades. Emma was breathing heavily to counter the pain. Mr B struck again, this time across the lower back, and again Emma screamed.

"Are you starting to understand the consequences of doing things without asking and not being respectful Emma?" Mr B enquired harshly.

"Oh yes. Oh God yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir!" Emma sobbed.

Mr B struck again, this time across the still tender buttocks. Again Emma screamed. Mr B moved round in front of Emma and struck twice more across Emma's flat stomach, each blow eliciting another howl of pain. He struck one final blow, an underhanded strike that arced up and slapped painfully into Emma's exposed pussy. Emma by this stage simply moaned, barely able to stand. Mr B removed the blindfold.

"If you're having trouble controlling yourself Emma we'd best start orgasm deprivation now."

He went to the cupboard and retrieved a 6" vibrator and some sports strapping tape. He turned the vibe on and inserted it into Emma's pussy.

Emma moaned from the pain despite its easy passage into her cunt. Mr B then deftly taped the vibe in place, its low humming and Emma's hoarse breathing the only sounds in the room.

"You may not see them but there are closed circuit cameras in the room, Emma. I could be watching at any time. Make sure you don't cum." Mr B quickly turned and left the room.

Emma thought Mr B must be mad if he thought she might cum considering the pain she was in. Yet within half an hour the pain was dying down and she found herself concentrating on the pleasant buzz inside her to distract herself from the torturous marks on her back and belly. She soon found herself trying to grip the vibe spasmodically with her vaginal muscles. Suddenly she realised that what she was doing would be obvious to anyone watching, but could not see the cameras that were supposedly there. Despite herself she was getting to the stage where she had to fight the urge not to cum. She had no idea how long she had been left there, but guessed it was about an hour. Suddenly Mr B was back in the room.

"Looking a bit hot and bothered Emma?" enquired Mr B. "Do you want to cum?"

"Ohhh yes please Sir! Please let me cum." Emma moaned.

Mr B moved closer and stroked Emma's clit feeling the vibe humming away inside her, then ripped off the tape causing Emma to yelp. He grabbed the vibe and slid it in and out a few times, then removed it completely. Emma moaned in frustration. For the rest of the day Mr B came in the room every half hour or so and brought Emma to the brink of climax. With his experience he could tell when she was close. Sometimes he'd use the vibe, at others his fingers on her clit and in her pussy. Mr B came in for the last time late in the afternoon, but Emma had no idea of the time. Her body was still slick with baby oil and her inner thighs covered in her sticky juices.

He released the overhead chain and Emma dropped to her knees. He then removed the cuffs from her hands but left her ankles strapped to the bolts in the floor so her legs remained spread as she knelt in front of him.

"Are you ready to cum now Emma?" Mr B asked.

"Yes Sir, you know I want to Sir." Emma said pleadingly.

He unzipped his shorts releasing his semi-hard cock.

"It occurs to me you haven't sucked me off since you've been here, Emma. Let's see how good you are then I might let you cum."

Mr B took a step closer offering his cock to Emma's upturned face. Emma had sucked off plenty of guys before and secretly thought she was pretty good at it. Although in the past she had fully expected the treat to be reciprocated, she had no such illusions that Mr B would go down on her.

Emma reached up and gently cupped his balls. At the same time her other hand reached out and grasped the base of his now solid cock. She slowly leaned forward and began to lick the tip, all the while looking up into Mr B's eyes. When she had the tip nice and wet, she began to slowly lick up and down the sides, all the while slowly massaging and squeezing his balls. Mr B moaned.

"Ok bitch suck it now…put it in that sweet little pommie slut mouth of yours," Mr B ordered.

Emma put just the knob in and slowly began to wank his throbbing phallus. He groaned and reached down to grab Emma's ponytail. She began wanking his cock faster now, at the same time swirling her tongue around the bulbous head. Mr B gripped the ponytail hard and pulled Emma's hand from his cock. Holding her by the hair he began to force his large tool into her mouth. Emma was not used to the size and struggled not to gag as the throbbing cock went all the way to the back of her throat. Mr B began pumping in and out of her mouth slowly at first, but quickly sped up. He was fucking her face and all Emma could do was endure it and concentrate on breathing through her nose. After about ten minutes Emma's jaw was aching and she was wishing he would cum soon. No sooner had the thought entered her head, Mr B threw his head back, and began spewing his cum into her mouth.

"Aaaaarrggggh. Swallow it bitch!" Mr B yelled. "Spill a single drop and I'll punish you slut!"

Emma was swallowing furiously as spurt after massive spurt of hot cum erupted into her mouth. Emma had always hated the taste of cum but could guess at the consequences of not swallowing now. Mr B held Emma in place for a couple of minutes until his cock started to soften. As he pulled out he twisted Emma's face up to see a small trickle of cum running from the corner of her mouth.

"Hmmmm didn't quite swallow it all did you, Emma? We'll forget that for now. Are you ready to cum?" Mr B enquired.

Despite having just been face fucked, Emma was still as horny as hell after all the teasing she'd been given earlier in the day.

"Yes please Sir." Emma asked eagerly. Mr B sat back in the chair.

"Get yourself off with your hand Emma."

Emma was suddenly selfconcious. She had masturbated many times before, but never in front of someone. She tentatively reached down and with her middle digit slowly began to rub it up and down her swollen moist slit. She looked up and her eyes locked on Mr B's intent gaze. Before long she was frantically frigging herself, all thoughts of embarrassment gone…two fingers ramming her pussy, her thumb on her clit and her other hand gently tugging on the ring through her nipple. Emma was moaning loudly and rapidly approaching orgasm. Then it hit her, wave after wave of pleasure, her cunt spasming around her fingers, her juices spilling out over her hand. For 30 seconds her whole body spasmed, then she slumped forward onto the floor. Emma looked up at Mr B as she regained her breath.

"Thank you Sir" Emma gasped. Mr B stood, locked the cupboard, released Emma's ankle cuffs and left the room all without saying a word. Emma heard the door being bolted after he left.