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CHAPTER 6
I could see Lizibeth on the steps, waiting with the front door open; security must have seen us on their cameras.
That night, after he’d released me from my restraints and asked me if I was alright, we’d lain together and talked about it for a while. I answered as many of his questions as I could (and he had many) and helped him to come to grips with the experience he’d just had in a good light. In the end we cuddled for a long time, and playfully I led him in cleaning his room (letting him order me around as I did it for him) and we went over his bondage toys, talking about the various things he could do with them (we even tried a few) and we cuddled some more, and fucked a few times (I rode him again for my pleasure roughly) and fell asleep cuddled in each other’s arms.
I woke up to find the bed empty, I heard the shower running. Steven was very, very surprised when I opened the shower door and joined him, blast of cold air making him shiver as the steam eddied and swirled.
Sleepy smile, “hi.”
“Uh, hi,” he offered.
Smiling I took the soap from him, lathering it in my hands; I soaped his chest as he looked a little befuddled. Quickly without sexual connotations I soaped his genitals (of course he hardened) I ignored his cock except to wash it, he grinned when I soaped his balls, and giggled: (yeah I know eighteen year old boys giggle, shocker) as I turned him soaped his back, cleaned his ass, I crouched and cleaned his legs, his feet.
“Shampoo exalted?”
He silently turned and handed me the shampoo, I lathered up and gently shampooed his hair, first his head, then lower; washing it gently in the hot rain falling from the showerhead. I wondered if he would want to do it to me; slightly surprised but compliant I let him take the shampoo, he did my head, then as I’d done to his balls he started on my genitals, but stopped chagrinned, my pussy was bare. I smiled and handed him the soap, turning I presented my back.
“Your tattoo?”
“It won’t come off.” I assured him.
I assumed that was true, my Owner supposedly had some solution to remove it, and soap and water hadn’t even faded it yet. He soaped my back my ass following my lead he cleaned my feet, I luxuriated as he soaped between my toes, working patiently unselfconsciously he cleaned me exactly as I had him. Taking to heart the bit I’d told him about how a person during sex would often stroke and fondle what they wanted stroked and fondled themselves, do to their partner what they themselves wanted done. He started on my front, he soaped my vulva gently, following my lead he made no attempt to molest me, he soaped my thighs my belly, breasts.
Standing before me he peered at my face, “how does it feel?”
I had a shiner, “it’s better, I’ll be fine in a few days.”
Quiet, “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay Steven, I’m fine.”
I’d had another pair of Tylenol before going to bed, planned to have two more in a minute. I took the soap from him, putting it back, there we were clean. I moved in kissing him, running my tongue over his lips until he opened and let me in, his arms came around me as I probed his mouth gently, feeling his tongue gently caress me. I pulled back, kissed his neck; he dipped his head and kissed mine.
I grinned, “Don’t take it too far Steven unless you’re sure it’s what wanted, not normally monkey see monkey do.”
He laughed ruefully, he was gaining confidence. I reached down, found his penis with my hand, he was firm not rock but hard, I closed my hand around it, and he sucked in a breath.
I stroked him gently, “make love to me Steven.”
His cock immediately became rock hard at the request. I grinned as I shifted, letting myself fall against the shower stall, taking him with me. He wrapped an arm around my lower back the other bracing himself against the stall, I shifted guided him in, he grunted as he slid in to the hilt all 10 inches of him. I raised my leg to open as wide as I could, wrapping it behind his knee standing on one leg as he began to fuck me in long smooth strokes. I moaned, throwing my head back as waves of pleasure rolled through me, I brought my hand around behind him, gently probed at his ass. He didn’t realize what I was doing until I firmly slid a finger up his asshole; he stopped thrusting with a grunt of surprise.
I whispered, “it’s okay, don’t stop, you’ll like this.”
After a moment, he started again I moaned dropping my lips to his collar bone and began feeding on him, the hot water drummed down on us deliciously. I pressed my finger more firmly up his ass joining it with a second, he grunted, thrust, I pressed with my fingers and he began spasming, shooting into me with a groan. It triggered my own orgasm (I could have fought to hold back, but why?) we came sleepily together.
We stood, leaning against the wall panting slowly. I pulled my fingers out of his asshole, held them up to the water to clean them. We rested for a minute; just as he was about to say something the water became icy cold. I shrieked he cursed spinning, his hand slammed down on the knob and the ice shower stopped.
“Sorry, it does that sometimes, the hot water’s not empty, but it has some kind of timer shut off valve. Hot water runs to one place too long, it goes off, I normally turn the valve off but I forgot.”
“Uh-huh.” I muttered darkly, freezing.
We got out and like a good little slave (which I like to be) I took a big fluffy towel and dried him thoroughly, kneeling to dry his genitals legs and feet, before I dried myself. I told him I wanted to pee and he left the bathroom hastily, apparently not wanting to give the impression he was interested in watching (I wouldn’t have let him, he was too young, I wouldn’t let him experience that though me). I peed and took more Tylenol, the dull ache in my face was only really noticeable if I thought about it, or if I touched it, it would hurt for at least a week.
In the bedroom he was dressed, a loose pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. I came and led him to the bed.
Sitting him down I straddled his lap, “so, what shall we do, if you like I could bring you breakfast in bed?”
“Um, there is nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the main galley either, we’re going to stock in France tomorrow.”
I checked the clock, only 9 am. We hadn’t actually slept late though I felt as if I should have, “we could go to the mansion for breakfast, Mr. Thorn brought in 7 different chefs each one a five star specialist in a different style of cooking, you could have anything you wanted.”
His face brightened, then fell, hesitantly, “what about this?” his hand reached up, hovering near but not touching my bruised cheek.
I smiled, “what, are you planning to hold me prisoner until it heals?”
He smiled back, noting my gentle tone, he teased, “I have lots of rope.”
I laughed, then turned serious, “funny, but don’t joke Steven, I’m yours today if you want me, but I’m going home tomorrow, and Mr. Thorn will see me before I go. Don’t worry though, I’ll handle this, it’ll be fine.”
“I know, but, it’s - well I never meant to hurt you Kala, but others might not see it that way, I just don’t, well I’m afraid.”
He dropped his gaze, he was shivering.
“Don’t worry Steven, it’ll be okay, I’ll lie for you, I’ll handle everything alright?”
He nodded.
Bright, “hey, there’s a whole bunch of other slaves at the house, perhaps you’d like to pick one to have a threesome with.”
His jaw literally dropped, “are you serious?”
I nodded, “or, if I’m not pleasing enough, you can pick one to replace me with.”
Quickly, “I can never replace you Kala.”
I chuckled, “I’m kidding Steven,” silence for a moment, brightly, “so, shall we go to breakfast?”
He looked up at me with a mischievous smile, “if I ask, do you think the cook can make me a three ostrich egg omelet with a side order of baked bison sausage and deep fried hash browns?”
A twinkle in my eye I replied solemnly, “I guarantee it, if I’m wrong you can spank me with the birch rod.”
“I can do that anyway,” he warningly teased.
Girlish, “yes exalted.”
He laughed, slapped my ass and I got off him.
He looked to the little black pile of my evening gown, “are, are you going to wear that?”
I arched my brow, “I’ll wear anything you wish master, and I’m perfectly prepared to go naked.”
“Naked!” he was surprised.
“Everyone there has already seen me naked Steven, remember, I’m here for the weekend as a slave toy to be used.”
“Oh, well I’m not going to make you go naked, you can dress.”
“Yes exalted, what shall I wear?”
“Um, oh well, what would you like to wear? The dress you had last night?”
“Not really appropriate for the breakfast table.” I demurred although I would have put it on if he’d ordered me to.
“Yes, well what then?”
“You may dress me in anything you wish exalted.”
He grinned suddenly only now realizing he was really supposed to decide for me, “Oh, really, well, I guess I’ll dress you then.”
I felt a shiver of foreboding run down my back; I wondered just how foolish it would please him to make me look.
“Yes exalted,” I murmured my surrender to his will.
He went to a dresser, rooted around in a bottom drawer, pulled out a pair of white briefs, neatly folded; he tossed them to me, “here.”
I caught them unfolding them, they were old but clean. I put them on while he watched admiringly.
“Very nice, I don’t usually wear briefs, that’s an old pair, you can keep those, think of me when you wear them,” he was trying to put a leer in his voice, and it sounded vaguely like a line from a movie.
“Thank you exalted.”
Grinning I posed for him he grinned back and circled his finger indicating I should strut for him. I walked up and down the room in the briefs, striking coquettish poses for his amusement; he smiled and chuckled as I posed for him.
Finally I asked, “Are you going to dress me in anything else master, or am I going just in this?”
He smiled turned back to the dresser, opening another drawer, he pulled out a small pair of faded blue denim jeans, tossed them to me.
“I hate laundry, these shrunk in the wash, I was going to get rid of them but let’s see if they fit you.”
They fitted, I’d rather have the strap corset, the waistband dug painfully into me, I could only breathe so deeply, Steven would never wear these again. They hugged my ass hiding nothing from view, I wasn’t sure I could sit without ripping them.
He admired them, “very nice Kala, you have such a lovely ass.”
He slapped the aforementioned, I ducked my head submissively shot him a grin. He went back to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt, green it went well with my dark hair, I slipped into it and he bade me tuck it into the jeans, braless my perky breasts gently strained against the tight fabric, which clung to my belly. I was dressed, and all in all not too bad…
Steven hung behind me as we mounted the steps toward Lizibeth, I held the gown and jewelry from last night in my hands, the little flash card from the camera was in Steven’s pocket, he’d nicely pointed out when I took it that I had to delete the camera’s internal memory, I was letting him carry the card so it wouldn’t break when I moved in the tight jeans.
Lizibeth looked at me, no preamble, “are you alright Kala?” she looked like she’d produce a gun if I said no.
“I’m fine Lizibeth, really don’t even think about it. We came for breakfast.”
“I’ll take those,” she took the clothes from me, turned to Steven. “Most of the remaining guests (more than half the yachts were gone) are dining in their rooms (the look she shot me suggested with a slave or three apiece); however a small party is dining in the solarium, if you’d care to join them sir?”
“Uh, yeah is my father there?”
“Yes sir, if you’ll follow Terry.” Lizibeth snapped her fingers.
Terry was a naked slave girl I’d seen around, stunning beauty, 5’8 115 pounds tight firm c-cup breasts, smooth belly firm abs tight ass, red haired (including the thick bush around her pussy) and green eyed, she was a knockout, a 12 on anyone’s 10 list.
Submissively she appeared in the doorway, “this way my lord.”
She led the way and I could see Steven reading her name off her as he followed. He paused when Lizibeth held me back but I shooed him on.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine Lizibeth, I was tied up and he got overexcited and we both ended up tumbling off the edge of the bed, a stupid accident but nothing to get excited about.”
“When Mr. Thorn sees it he’ll go ballistic, he considers you under his protection, and he takes it seriously.”
“Well then, someone should explain it to him, shouldn’t she?”
“Yes, someone had better,” Lizibeth said grimly.
We walked slowly toward the breakfasters, Lizibeth sent a slave scurrying ahead, and Elsie met us in the hall outside; I told my lie to her. She heard me out nodded and said she’d take care of it. We went in, Steven was being waited on by Terry, he’d already placed his order and she was setting down a huge plate of waffles, drizzled in syrup. Thorn sat at the head of the table, Thorpe on his left, the empty chair I knew would be Elsie’s (who of course as the lady of the house, was dressed, she was slave only to Thorn) the only other guest at breakfast was the woman whom I’d assisted in torturing a bound slave with hot wax before I ate the slave out for her viewing pleasure.
I moved to sit next to Steven, who was speaking with his father, Thorn was staring at me, he looked angry and he turned a glare on Steven. Elsie was hurrying around the table toward him; she bent down whispering in his ear furiously. I sat next to Steven, Thorn sitting stiffly, stared hard at the bruise on my cheek as Elsie whispered (presumably my lie) into his ear.
Mr. Thorpe spoke, “um Steven, what happened to Kala?”
“It’s alright Mr. Thorpe, we got tangled up and slipped off the edge of the bed, a stupid accident, nothing to worry about.” I answered for him.
Thorn spoke gently, “are you alright Kala?”
“It hurts, but only when I touch it, I’m sure I’ll be fine in a week or so.”
“I’ll have the doctor brought, she’s sleeping in but - ”
“No,” I said quickly, “let her sleep, it’s not important, she can look at it later.”
Thorn nodded, and we ate breakfast. Everyone chatted amiably, a dozen nude slaves waited on us all, Terry seemed to have decided she was assigned to Steven as she hovered over him solicitously but with expert training unobtrusively. Terry was extremely submissive, I’d noted it earlier; one of those who truly are only happy when they are actively doing things for another person. Steven couldn’t help but stare at her; she was stunning, easily overshadowing most of the other slaves (I think I can say I’m in her league in most respects and since these are my memoirs well fuck you if you don’t like it)
A few times I saw the female guest watching me appraisingly, I wasn’t quite sure if she was hot for my body, or didn’t buy the story I’d reeled off; it hardly mattered. At one point I leaned close to Steven after sending Terry away to fetch me another cup of coffee. She went gracefully, smart she knew I was sending her away even if Steven didn’t catch it, but she wanted only to serve.
“Do you like Terry?” I asked quietly in his ear.
He nodded, “beautiful isn’t she, and she seems to really like me.”
I agreed, saying nothing, he had a certain innocent charm to match his good looks, I could easily see how it would attract Terry, hell it attracted me. It pleased me that he clearly didn’t put our conversation on the boat together with the question now; it would make it a great surprise. I excused myself to the bathroom, (I did indeed relieve myself) I sent a slave for Lizibeth and talked to her, things were arranged easily. Lizibeth told Thorn, Thorn made up a story saying he’d decided to send me off to see the doctor, she should be awake by now, and of course Steven accepted that.
I waited naked in the playroom; I’d been waiting a few minutes, long enough to nervously fold my clothes neatly. The door opened and Terry came in, moving with a lithe grace she came to me smiling gently.
“Hi,” I said warmly, “how much were you told?”
She smiled, her dulcet voice was husky, I knew it alone would send shivers through anyone who was into women, it sent tingles through me.
“A threesome for Steven, you’ve been assigned to him for the day and you offered him one earlier, I take it he chose me?”
“I chose you for him, he says he likes you, I um, I’m not really into women, but I don’t mind them, so,”
She interrupted confidently, “okay, you’re in charge, just explain what you want done, I have absolutely no limits of any kind.”
“I’m going to prepare you, Lizibeth is going to fetch Steven at the appropriate time.”
“I understand,” she replied submissively.
“Lie down on the bed.”
Gracefully she stretched out on the bed, stretching luxuriously, I couldn’t help but admire the interplay of her well honed muscles, she was a Mercedes compared to Chevys: no she was the 007 car compared to horse drawn wagons (I think that makes me the Mercedes or maybe a Lamborghini, I’m not really much on cars).
I needed her helpless before I felt inadequate, she cooperated with nothing but willing obedience as I shackled her wrists and ankles to the bed posts, tying her spread eagle. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes, followed it with a soft rubber ball gag, bright blue. I attached nipple clamps to her beautiful tits, I considered giving her a butt plug, but decided that was something for Steven to think about.
I started with an egg shaped vibrator, but although she writhed and moaned a bit (she’s extremely responsive not as much as I am but…), I found it wasn’t really very powerful. I put it aside and began eating her out, spreading her wide with my fingers I found her little stamen and vibrated it with my tongue, she groaned into her gag, arching her hips, writhing against me; I felt moistness flowing around my mouth, I felt moistness flowing around my own vaginal lips.
She was reacting perfectly, I brought her to the brink of orgasm, I held her there, giving little hard jolts of pleasure to keep her on the brink even as she writhed and made noises I recognized as words, begging to be brought to orgasm. That’s not what I wanted however I wanted her purring and ready, overstimulated and reacting wildly to the slightest touch for Steven when he arrived…
***
I had a great day with Steven. He and his father left in the early evening, Jeremy approached me then and since he asked I happily fucked him. I ate Lizibeth out as well, and let her eat me (she still seemed under the impression I was bi and not just a submissive little toy, I didn’t have the heart to disabuse her), and again the Thorns took me to bed, I went home the next day. My captain (still nameless) picked me up and brought me to the harbor (he didn’t fuck me) the limo driver who owned the company met me again at the harbor (he did want another blow job) and I boarded my flight with only one little incident. Interpol had a reliable tip about drug mules (I checked later they caught thirty-seven from nine different airports), as Lizibeth had once warned me the fast talking was up to me as they searched every single women above twelve and below fifty flying to Calgary from any airport in France that day. However security had nothing to say about my tattoo except “can you spread your cheeks wider ma’am” (I of course did) and then the female Sûreté officer took me aside, looked at the bruise on my cheek, and carefully asked me if I needed help… (my Owner was vastly amused by the story) {what’s that, what happened with me and Terry and Steven? That’s another chapter of course…I know I need to be beaten severely} {bye bye for now, dimpled smile}
Yes I know, I’m very, very naughty saving the tale of my threesome with Steven and Terry for later, I believe they call it literary suspense (dazzling smile). If you don’t like it, I’ll gladly submit to a spanking. I thought I’d save the story for later though, Terry became another friend, she’s from Auckland so I only see her rarely, but she’s become a lifelong friend… and even though I’m not into women, she’s an amazing fuck (dimpled smile, curtsy eyes lowered). However I promise I’ll get around to writing it out for your reading pleasure, eventually (grin as she proffers her ass for a blow).
On more serious notes; no I never did get the names of the yacht captain OR the limo driver, it just sort of slipped past, I never got around to asking anyone whom they were. I could have found out of course, but as time passed it became less and less important, until so much time had gone by it would have been senseless asking for their names. As for the strip search at the airport, they of course didn’t find anything (despite the large man who probed my pudenda and anus with gloved fingers), and I boarded the plane without incident.
Steven, well I can remember standing in the dark on that windswept beach for well over an hour, things running through my mind. It excited and terrified me, the act I was about to embark on; but it went extremely well didn't it. I enjoyed taking Steven's cherry I think, even more than he liked giving it to me. Oh he got his pictures, but only after my Master sat him down, had a talk and he signed a legal document promising the pictures would remain for his private use and not be disseminated.
My main lament of that weekend is Elsie’s earring, it turned out we lost it, I was almost certain it had been with the clothes when we left Steven’s room, but it wasn’t there when Elsie looked over the clothes. We looked everywhere, it was gone…she was gracious about it, but I found out later it was a ten grand piece of jewelry she’d gotten for her thirtieth wedding anniversary (sigh). I couldn’t make up for it, and even though she laughed and told me not to be silly and forget it when I begged her forgiveness, still; I hate losing such a precious keepsake, one earring without the other is of course, not much use. She only agreed to beat me (she switches, not often but on rare occasion) after I broke into real tears kneeling at her feet, but I’ll never make up for it, I’m a bad slave…(okay that’s enough whining, time to get over spilled milk, see writing is cathartic).
So, I think some of you may like to hear more about my afternoon with Steven and Terry, and I’ll tell you (honest); I will tell you about how I hurt her so, in the name of a dominant’s service. How I stabbed her repeatedly with a radiant blade. Shoving it deep, so deep again and again into her body, shackled spread eagle down on the bed. How she moaned and tossed her head as she begged piteously through the ball gag for mercy. I’ll reveal just how cruel exalted was with her. How he made her suffer so very long, expertly torturing her mentally and physically. Forcing her to surrender utterly before he granted her relief.
I will tell you all about the punishment I begged for, and received, upon losing Elsie’s earring; and the time I spent with Lizibeth. Tying off loose strings, I will introduce you to Stan, and recount my second encounter with my nemesis. A nemesis I deserve, an enmity my own behaviour formed. I know, most people, if they have one, encounter their nemesis well before thirty (twenty-eight) but what can I say; I’m a slow starter (not really but I have to say something J). These may be my memoirs but that still makes me the protagonist, and every protagonist is deserving of her own antagonist. Even a humble slave like me, whom can do no more than kneel meekly at their nemesis’s (es, es J) feet and placidly accept whatever torments the woman chooses to dole out.
I’ll reveal in more detail the fear and shame I felt when I was taken at the airport. Taken and undressed and probed most intimately. Not in play, which would have excited me, but because it was thought I, poor slave Kala, might have been a nefarious terrorist (or at least an unwitting mule J) I will tell you these things, and more.
But first let me tell you about Xo. I want to talk about her rape. Continuing until she bled vaginally, it went on all day. Still, whether it was actually rape is a matter for discussion. I’ll present the facts and let you make up your own mind. I know, I know, these are my memoirs and I wasn’t present for her punishment gangbang; however she talked to me about it, one lazy afternoon weeks later. And I wrote it down that night. So, since I’m going over that weekend at the beach and tidying up loose ends as it were, for your enjoyment, let me recount how Xo spent an afternoon.
Remember this was punishment I’d helped her gain, instead of being sent home that day, you’ll recall she got sent home the next day anyway. It’s really not her fault, she’s a kitten, coddled and cosseted. She’s a dutiful even enthusiastic sex toy and a very pretty plaything, a joyful ornament; she does try to be good. She is not mentally or emotionally built for domestic servitude; which is why she ended up going home that weekend, bound as a pretty package. I can still recall those piteous, half choked back sobs coming from beneath the cloth draped cage… Now let me recount Xo’s tale.
THE CONTINUED EROTIC ADVENTURES OF SLAVE KALA: BEACH MANSION PART 4- LOOSE ENDS
CHAPTER 7
Naked, panting and lightly sweating, Xo jog\trotted up the forest path. She felt the cool earth pressing on the soles of her feet. The shade of the quiet forest cooling her bare skin as soft rustling breeze tousled her dark hair. She didn’t know why she was hurrying, it’s not like the northeast guard shack was expecting her at all, never mind at a specific time; she just wanted to get her punishment over with. Xo was glad to have been afforded this chance, thankful it had been afforded her. As her new friend Kala (ohh, that’s me, your humble narrator J) had interceded on her behalf, pleading her case far more eloquently than she could have done it herself. Xo resolved to thank Kala properly as soon as an opportunity presented itself, (yes I remember the thanks, and again you’re welcome Xo. Although you still ended up going home, didn’t you).
Xo approached the shack openly; anything else might actually get her shot. The ‘shack’ was actually a solidly constructed cabin, weather tight and well built. She trotted up to the door and lifted her hand to knock; hand upraised the door suddenly swung open causing Xo to freeze. A large well built man in the paramilitary uniform of Thorn’s security, belt full of weapons; stood in the door smiling at her expression.
He pointed a single finger straight up, pointing out an apparently ornamental discreet fleur-de-lys above the cabin door. “Pinhole camera, coupled with a motion alarm, after all a guard house is a target for any professional intruders. We saw you jogging up the path the moment you rounded the bend slave. Now, you were sent here for a reason?”
He looked her over, first professionally noting her nudity made plain she bore nothing but herself. Before his overbearing maleness asserted itself and his inspection became appreciative. Xo swallowed her surprise and lowered her hand.
Her naturally seductive husky voice choked out, “I was ordered to present myself here for a gangbang sir.”
His eyebrows lifted and he looked her over again. With an inscrutable expression he stepped back, one hand on the door, his other swept out to invite her in. Meekly Xo stepped past him into the cabin’s main room.
The front room was purely for business, empty in the middle just an expanse of wood floor. Windowless it was lit with fluorescent ceiling tubes. One wall was lined with a rack of shotguns rifles and automatic weapons; these were safely locked behind a wire cage with a padlocked door. The opposite wall was dominated floor to ceiling and wall to wall with a score of large sized video monitors. Each of these cycled through their own individual sets of a half dozen images, the cameras for the quadrant. The screens alternately showed sections of beach, fields and meadows or overlooked forest paths. The screens showed a lack of any activity and a pair of bored men, one a huge black, sat in comfortable chairs watching the screens with professional detachment. The back wall, which clearly divided the small single story cabin in half, was centered by a door flanked to either side by tables laden with esoteric equipment.
As the guard closed the door one of those men glanced over his shoulder at her, and then went back to watching the screens.
“Xo,” the guard who granted her entrance said after glancing at the tattoo on her butt, “through the door there.”
“Yes sir,” Xo answered; an anticipatory tremble in her belly.
He followed her to the door and opened it for her. As she went through he patted her on the ass, “Go stand in the middle of the room slave, hands atop your head.”
Loudly, “Yes sir.”
Submissive, Xo lithe body swaying gracefully, crossed the bare floor. The middle of the room had been softened with the placement of a thick brown area rug. She went to stand on it, legs braced apart ankles flexing gently for balance. She kept her head up, eyes straight as she folded her hands on top of her black silken hair.
If the front of the cabin was for work, the back was for the guards to relax in. A fridge hummed in one corner, a table beside it held a steaming coffee machine and various mugs utensils and condiments. Comfortable chairs dotted the room and a black vinyl day couch with a raised headrest graced one side of the room, pillows scattered on it. An open door showed a small half-bathroom, just a shower stall.
Half a dozen men were in the room, drinking coffee and amusing themselves with books or cards. Also a single female guard, lounging on the daybed; she was stunning. The uniform accentuated her gently flared hips, fabric straining at her large tits, blond hair cascading around her shoulders which framed her angular face and dark brown eyes. Ten guards in all Xo realized, trembling slightly at the thought of all those cocks pounding into her repeatedly.
Each of the armed security agents were well built and proportioned, large and powerful. All were muscular, not bodybuilder built but the trained toned conditioning of power for use and not simple display. All carried with them an alert aura of intelligence and competence; none were younger than thirty or older than thirty-five. They weren’t your average run of the mill; make the client feel better standard security company pool. They were highly trained and experienced mercenaries. Daniel Thorn was a nice man, with lots of money and international business interests; and that meant enemies. He took his physical security seriously.
The female guard drawled lazily, “Well Rick, what’s she for?” With that she rolled to her back weapons belt shifting; she put her hands behind her head and crossed her strong ankles as she gazed up at the ceiling, his answer clearly beneath her caring.
Rick moved to stand before Xo as he addressed his female contemporary. “You were wrong Sara. We’ve been sent a gift it seems. She’s here for a gangbang.”
A moment passed, and then one guard whistled appreciatively as others exchanged exclamations of delight. Intrigued Sara rolled smoothly off the day couch as she reached for her belt. “Oh really?”
She drew and with a practiced flick extended the three foot length of a metal police issue combat baton. Slowly she stalked towards Xo as she blithely continued,“We were under the impression our request probably wasn’t going to be possible this week; and even if it was, it certainly wouldn’t be until the day after the party.”
Sara gently pressed the balled tip of her baton into Xo’s exposed armpit, Xo flinched and trembled but managed to hold still. As if oblivious to Xo’s nervousness she glanced with a tight smile at the watching crowd as she stepped out of Xo’s sight. The baton lightly now alongside Xo’s raised pit as Sara, behind her brought her other hand up. She brushed aside a lock of the slave girl’s onyx hair, stroked the side of her neck. Before her hand slid down to warmly squeeze Xo’s shoulder. “I see you’ve recently been canned Xo, I thought the preparations were still in full frenzied swing. I thought there wasn’t any time for play?” She whispered gently into her ear.
Xo trembled, the sub in her responding to the woman’s easy dominating manner. “Yes ma’am,” Xo started.
She grunted as the baton slammed hard into her rib with a meaty thwack, “Mistress.”
Several of the watching men chuckled and Xo saw Rick smile broadly.
“Yes Mistress,” Xo went on smoothly. “I was sent here as punishment.”
“Punishment?” Sara queried incredulously, and hit her in the same place, eliciting another grunt and forcing Xo to shift to maintain balance. “Having sex with these fine gentlemen is punishment?” She demanded, “What’s wrong with them!”
“Hey yeah!” One of the men chimed in.
“Let me handle this Dan.” Sara said calmly, demanding, “Well?” Another squeeze before the hand dropped away.
“Um, I don’t know Mistress,” Xo replied small voiced. “I misbehaved, I was trying to be good but after a few times they decided to send me home. I begged to stay, so I was sent here as punishment.”
“Who exactly sent you, and what were you doing wrong?” Sara snapped.
The baton left Xo’s armpit again, but instead of hitting her with it, Xo felt the metal, warmed from being under her arm, slide between her legs to press firmly against the lips of her vagina.
“Please,” Xo whined, too well trained to drop her hands or move to face her angered interrogator. “Lizibeth sent me, I’m a kitty, I was told to clean but each time Lizibeth said I was lazy and not getting things spotless. When she agreed to let me stay, she told me to present myself here for a gangbang. She said she’d come find me later. Please Mistress, I, I only want to be good, I want to stay.” She was on the verge of tears.
Sara chuckled. “Okay Xo, it’s all right,” she soothed, “I’m just teasing, no one’s angry at you. We’ll have to find a way to thank Lizibeth, won’t we boys?”
There were words of agreement. The baton dipped out of Xo’s pubis for a second, only to rush back up, delivering a stinging blow that made her squirm.
“As for you slave,” Sara spoke suddenly. “You’ve just been delivered into the hands of nine men who intend to fuck you repeatedly, with no thought for any discomfort you might feel. And I my dear, I’m a sadist, I warn you I fully intend to beat the shit out of you for the gentlemen’s amusement; and yes I use the term loosely.” She paused for the protests, went on, “Are you scared yet Xo?”
“No Mistress.”
“No?” Xo heard her ask archly. Again a stinging blow on her pubis, “Why not?”
“I know I’m safe,” she replied simply.
“Oh, are you sure of that?” Sara demanded behind her; the baton sliding back and forth in her moistening channel.
“Yes Mistress,” Xo replied, feeling a shiver run through her as her denuded kitty responded to the stimulation. The baton left her, only to deliver a very hard blow to the opposite ribs, making her grunt.
“Still sure?” Sara asked and immediately hit her again.
“Yes Mistress.” Xo whimpered but held still.
“Why?” The baton rested in her armpit again.
“My safety was guaranteed Mistress. I never would have been sent here if it was believed you might harm me. Beat me hard, fuck me roughly yes, but not harmed. I’m sure of that Mistress.”
Xo heard another chuckle from behind, and Rick reached out to fondle one of her small breasts. “Can’t fool you slave.”
Another blow from the baton as Sara agreed, “No I guess we can’t. Let’s move on. Rick you answered the door you can have her first, but then someone needs to recon sectors one through six.”
“Okay,” Rick replied as Sara moved away, back into Xo’s sight.
At this point Xo didn’t know just how harshly they intended to use her. How harshly they had spelled out in the petition Lizibeth had been made privy to.
The petition, typed in twelve point Times New Roman font double spaced with one inch margins and point 0 five paragraph indents. Printed out on thick cream coloured Thorn Industries Worldwide stationery and signed by all the guards present. It had been presented to Thorn personally at an officially requested and scheduled meeting; their erstwhile leader Sara efficiently in the van. They delivered it en massea at his office in Marseilles only hours after the memo about the party had gone out to the European division of Thorn Industries security. Sara her friends nervous behind her, had organized idle banter and bravo into a formal attempt at fulfilling a group fantasy; and she’d spelled it out eloquently (according to my source, Thorn).
Xo knew none of that (I discussed it with Thorn after my talk with Xo) she had no idea what was in store for her (poor Xo).
Her breath whooshed out as Sara poked the ball of her baton into the slave’s belly, “Hands down bitch, bend over.”
Rick moved a little closer as Xo dropped her hands to her sides, bending toward him. THWACK! Xo stiffened as the baton cracked against her rear, stinging throbbing pain from the line of contact. Agony seemed to underline the ink proclaiming her SLAVE XO accentuating it.
“It’s, yes Mistress, when I give you an order bitch. No wonder you get punished.”
Xo sobbed, “Yes Mistress.”
Coldly, “Take his pants down you fucking whore.”
“Yes Mistress.” She reached for the snap of his black slacks; she could see the bulge of his cock as she undid him.
“That’s right slave,” he encouraged, his hand coming up to stroke her dark hair as she pulled down his zipper.
“Yes sir,” Xo answered as she started to fumble with his thick weapon littered belt.
It wasn’t difficult to undo the belt; soon it hung free in the loops of his pants. Xo felt Sara standing ready just beside her; the other guards watching as she took down Rick’s slacks; lowered the white briefs to expose his thick organ, only partially hard. She felt his hand on her head, urging her forward as Sara spoke.
“Suck him bitch.”
Xo opened her mouth as she gently grasped the thick manhood before her in one small warm hand, “Yes Mistress.” She slid the organ inside her hot cavern, suckling. Rick sucked in a breath and she felt his fingers digging firmly into her silky hair as the metal rod stroked her bottom. A moment passed as Xo suckled him, feeling him harden.
“Well Rick,” Sara playing Major Domo, prompted, “Do you want her to suck you off quick before your recon? Or you lucky devil, do you want her virgin snatch or unused ass?”
Rick moaned, “Oh I’m going to take her from behind. I’m sure it’s real tight and somebody has to loosen it up for the group.”
Dryly, “Why how noble and self sacrificing of you Rick, I’m sure everyone appreciates it.” Xo continued working as various guards jokingly chimed in their agreement. Sara spoke to her again harshly, “You heard him slut, you get him covered thoroughly with your slobber, its the only lube you get.” Xo sucked harder as she mumbled yes mistress around the throbbing maleness inside her mouth.
“I’ll make it easier on you cunt, and you better appreciate it,” Sara offered as she tucked her baton back into its little pocket on her belt. Xo heard the playful lilt in her voice, “And no comments from the peanut gallery!”
Several guards immediately made rude suggestions. Xo stroked the cock she held, sucking as Rick’s hands kneaded her head and shoulders. She stiffened but then relaxed her buttocks as she felt Sara’s hands grasp her cheeks; soft hair tickling her anal cleft as it was exposed. The hair whisked across her ass as Sara tossed her head and pulled Xo’s cheeks wider apart, exposing her. Xo knew what was coming as the woman hawked loudly. Guards made rude and appreciative comments as Xo felt the warm spittle land neatly into the crinkled star of her hole. The female guard hawked again and Xo felt the thick wetness as it oozed into her opened star. She sucked harder as Sara kneaded her cheeks, working the spittle into her asshole. Rick groaned suddenly, urging her away from his member. Xo released him as Sara released her, straightening.
“Turn around slave, spread wide hands on your knees.” A hard slap on her rump.
“Yes Mistress,” Xo replied as she hastily obeyed.
Guards urged their friend on as Rick took her by the hips. She shifted her stance spreading wider as she relaxed. She felt his slicked member probing at her prepared hole, Sara stroked her head smoothing her hair away from her face; Xo gave her a smile. Rick pushed firmly, slid in and she murmured at his hot penetration. Then he was fucking her roughly, pounding into her bottom, rocking her with the force of his thrusts as his watching friends offered unneeded encouragement and advice. He grunted and Xo gasped as he sped up, grasping her hips tight as he pummeled her with his rock hard thighs.
The baton was back out with a snap and she felt it tap gently on the point of her chin. “Head up bitch, let the boys see your pretty face as you get fucked.”
Xo lifted her head, gasped in between thrusts, “Yes…Mis…tress!”
A chuckle, “Good bitch.”
The watching men laughed, Xo saw a dim impression of them. Most of her awareness centered on the physical sensation in her abused bottom, (nothing tore thank god). A moment passed, Rick groaned stiffened, orgasmed heavily into her. Xo groaned as the warm spunk flooded her alimentary canal. He pumped hard and another hot rush came into her, panting his softened manhood pulled from her and he shuffled back. “Nice ass,” he complimented her.
“Thank you sir,” Xo’s husky voice offered meekly.
Obediently she remained bent, hands on her knees head up, as she awaited instruction. Thack! The baton between her shoulders. “Turn around and give him head, make sure you empty him bitch! Then do up his pants for him!” Sara sounded angry, as if she expected Xo to know to do this already.
Xo turned quickly, reaching for his flaccid member, “Yes Mistress.”
“Good girl,” he soothed, hands on his hips as he looked down on her.
Quickly Xo wrapped her lips around his head, sucking as she pumped him with a firm hand. A thin jet arced into her and she swallowed. Another pump brought nothing but she pressed her tongue up and felt thick moistness soak into it only to be lost in the general moistness of her warm maw. Thack! the baton against her sore bottom. She released Rick’s penis, swiftly did up his pants, making sure he rested comfortably in his trousers. “Good girl Xo,” he said, patting her head.
She smiled at him; the baton caressed her back gently, “Stand up.” She straightened. “Rick tell Mac and Steve I’ll be out to relieve them in a few minutes. And remember; take a shotgun, not the XL point fifty. We’re not to break out the autos this weekend unless we have confirmed hostiles.”
Utter professionalism, “Yes ma’am.” Rick left the room quickly after a tossed salute and a grin; but it was clear Sara was in charge, period.
The woman guard stood in front of her smiling as the baton went away again. “Now whore, you’re going to prove I’m right; since your tightest hole has been loosened a bit.”
“Yes Mistress,” Xo replied, grimacing as Sara patted her cheek disdainfully hard.
“Clothes off guys.” The men all stood and started to undress. Sara held Xo’s gaze even as she addressed her male companions, “No arguing! Darnet, cunt.”
One of the men hissed ‘yes’ and pumped his fist.
“Guy, asshole, lubed and loose for you.” Xo saw one of the men nod. Darnet naked, came to stand before Xo. She returned his smile watching as he got down to lie at her feet, six inch cock jutting like a flagpole from his nest of hair. “Straddle him Xo, feed him into you but hold still.”
“Yes Mistress,” Xo answered as she stood over him.
Gracefully she went to her knees over his hips, kneeling on the thick brown carpet. Gently she took his flagpole in her hand and slid it inside her female socket, carefully holding still. Another man Guy came and knelt just behind her, straddling his friend’s legs, muscled chest pressed against her soft back. She kept her hands on the first man’s chest as a strong arm locked around her neck, tightening making her lift and rear back as Sara watched. Xo felt the hard cock probing at her anus, and again she was penetrated up the rear. Hot pulsing, the cock thickly filled her.
“Hold still slave, we’re just starting.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Xo watched Sara turn and walk away, into the bathroom. She was loosely surrounded in a circle of men. In the bathroom water ran for a minute; Sara returned a long handled loofa in one hand, soapy water dripping into a towel. “Arms up bitch.”
Xo lifted her hands, putting them atop her head, holding herself still but feeling the pair of penises pulsing inside her. “Yes Mistress.”
Sara pressed the loofa into one exposed armpit, water squished oozing down Xo’s side as Sara rubbed. “These’ll go to Mac and Steve, serve ‘em right for being on the screens when she got here.” Several men chuckled; Sara was soaping the other pit. She presented Xo with the dripping spongy head, “Soap your hands slut.”
“Yes Mistress.” Xo brought her hands down, pressing them into the soapy spongy head, feeling soap ooze between her fingers.
“Hands at your sides bitch.”
A whimper as she realized what was coming, “Yes Mistress.”
Sara frowned at the slave’s small barely A-cup breasts. “They’re tiny but they’ll have to do.” She started rubbing soap into the channel between the small buds, “Fred, you’re a titty man, they’re yours.”
“Oh great.” Xo glanced at the man as he frankly assessed her tits.
Sharp, “No arguing. Danial, Shepard hands. And Sam that soft mouth is all yours.” Sara lay the loofa down on the towel, “You boys get ready but don’t start without the other two; I’m telling you she can do eight.”
Fred stood in front of Xo, feet on either side of the quietly lying man Xo’s hips rested on. She looked up at him as he put his hands on her shoulders. “Fucking bitch,” he groused sourly.
Xo swallowed, fear filling her belly. She didn’t say anything as he bent his knees leaning forward. his cock pressed into her chest, slipping in the soap sliding down the well of her breasts. She felt the water trailing down her belly, tracking around her navel; seeking out her denuded snatch filled now with a hard waiting cock. Fred’s small dick slipped against the soaped skin of her chest, rubbing itself against the sides of her tiny mammeries.
“Tiny little boobs,” he complained. Several guards chuckled as he squatted hands roughly gripping the slave’s shoulders as his knees dug into her ribs.
Darnet demanded in a teasing tone, “Just don’t fart buddy, I’d never get over it.”
“Oh shut up you bastard.” But Xo saw him smile.
Fred moved a bit, his cock four inches now hard, pulsed against her soaped tits, which he squeezed together with his thighs.
Another man snapped his fingers for her attention, “Here slave.”
He moved close, his hard cock grasped in one hand as he stood beside Fred, angling the organ for her face. Obediently Xo arched her neck forward, opening her mouth. The pulsing cock slid into her waiting orifice as two more men appeared through the door Sara had left by. Shirts off in their hands belts unbuckled, they started removing the rest of their clothing. The last pair flanked Xo, near Darnet’s head, they looked down on the slave. “Hands Xo,” one said.
Obediently she reached out; one arm snaked around Sam’s hard waist. Her soft soapy hands found two more hard cocks, she grasped their bases firmly; but didn’t stroke, yet. The last pair, as they realized their lot, complained swearing, but were teased and taunted in reply. Sighing they settled into place, taking places just behind Xo they treated her as a mindless object as they both bent their knees. Taking her by the elbows they each made her lift her arm away from her body, causing soap to run further down her sides as they each slid a cock into her armpit and made her clamp her arm tightly closed.
As she cooperated with this, Xo kept her hold on the pulsing members gripped in her delicate hands, even as she felt muscles cramp and twinge from the awkwardness. She was filled everywhere, cunt, ass, both hands and armpits, warm wet mouth even the soapy channel of her tiny tits; all pulsed with warm male flesh.
“All together now,” Guy said warmly behind her.
“Suck Xo,” Sam ordered.
“And pump your hips,” Darnet called up.
Fred was already rocking against her forcefully. Xo rocked her hips feeling the friction as Guy moved in counterpoint and Darnet lifted his own hips; they fucked her. Xo sucked at the meat in her mouth, caressing it with her tongue making its owner moan. She grasped the shafts in her hands firmly, stroking them as the phalluses in her armpits slid in and out awkwardly. It was awkwardly, but Xo submitted utterly, doing her best as the cramps stole into her muscles. Sensations bombarded her from so many different directions. Long seconds passed and she was utterly surprised when she started to cum. In moments the wild clenching of her vaginal muscles jerked the penis buried inside it into wild orgasm. Her orgasm also made her buttocks clench, friction building and soon Guy too was spasming into her. Moaning Xo sucked harder at the organ thrusting inside her mouth even as her hands gripped more firmly and sped up.
As she came the writhing shimmy of her body brought Fred off and he sprayed hot cum up into her throat and the undersides of her chin. Even as Sam sent his load rushing down her, Danial and Shepard began spasming almost simultaneously, jacking frothy white cords onto her arms and shoulders, where it mingled with Fred’s as he hastily backed away. It was well for him he did, seconds later Mac groaned stopped fucking her armpit as he shuddered and sprayed the back of her neck, stroking himself.
A moment later Steve followed suit, and all the men groaning contentedly, let the slave girl draw the last few pearls from softening heads before they disengaged from the awkward grouping. Behind her Xo felt Guy’s now soft rod slip out of her anus and he moved away.
His cock slipping out of her soaked channel, Darnet patted her hip with a pleased smile, “Good girl slave, off now.”
Xo smiled at him, dulcet voice breathing submissively, “Yes sir.” She climbed off for him, knelt on the carpet covered in spunk, head down as the men stood around her.
One spoke, “Well, Sara was right; she got all eight of us off.”
“See, I told you.” Sara, unnoticed, had slipped back into the room.
“Rick?” Guy asked.
“Is watching the screens yes, nothing unusual. Your turn for sectors seven through twelve. Get dressed.” Guy nodded sharply and gathered his clothes. Sara looked at her and snapped her fingers, “Heel bitch.”
“Yes Mistress.” Meekly Xo rose.
She was taken into the bathroom, just an oversized shower stall, a sink and a rack of sundries. Sara handed her another loofa and directed her in cleaning the stickiness from her face, belly and loins; her arms sides and back as well.
As she toweled herself dry Sara snapped out her baton again, “Rick takes his coffee black with three sugars; offer him a blowjob along with it. Get him off quickly if he wants it, I want you back in here fast.”
Xo dropped the towel and nodded, “Yes Mistress.” She got a hard whack on the behind as she headed obediently for the coffee machine (poor, poor Xo J).
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“Sir.”
Rick took the proffered mug as he glanced at her, “Thank you slave.” his attention went back to the large screens.
“Would you like a blowjob sir?”
He grinned, not looking at her directly; he sipped at the coffee. Pleasantly, “Good, hot and strong with plenty of sugar. No thanks slave, Guy will relieve me when he gets back, I’ll have my next turn then. Now you better get back in there before the boys get impatient.”
“Yes sir,” Xo murmured.
Inside the back room she was taken and stood beside one of the less comfortable wood chairs. “Bend over, hands here and here,” Sara thacked the front and back edge of the seat with her baton; she really had mastered the flick of the wrist which made it such a devastating instrument of punishment (poor Xo!)
“Yes Mistress,” Xo answered subserviently. She lent forward grasping the edges of the wood seat. Thighs against one of the armrests, head hovering above the other one; dark hair dangling framing her face. Her buttocks, with one cheek baring her name and status in ink, were thrust out upraised. Ass or cunt prominently displayed, proffered for use.
Sara smacked the back of one leg, not hard, “Spread bitch.”
Quickly Xo spread her legs wider apart as she agreed, “Yes Mistress.” She leaned further forward legs far apart. She felt the bare lips of her puss, moist, spread open as her ass lifted higher, cheeks relaxed and offered to the air.
Sara wasn’t speaking to her, “Okay everyone, all her orifices are ready for use. Ass mouth pussy, you can use whichever hole you like. You can even have her start you with her mouth, then move over when the backside becomes available. We’ll get a little assembly line going, two by two. Steve, Mac since you guys got the worst of her so far, you can start.”
Mac, large and black skinned, approached Xo from behind, she trembled a little in anticipation; but she could hear the grin in his voice. “Great I’m going to have a piece of this pretty pussy.” (When I pointed it out Xo giggled and realized the double entendre had slipped past her at the time)
His cock was sized consummately with his 6’6 frame, and had already recovered itself. It pulsed hungrily as its spongy tip nosed between her legs. Steve was at her head now, and she opened quickly to take his partially erect member into her mouth. As she began servicing him with her lips and tongue, she gave a little sigh when the huge cock slid into her from the rear. The pair began fucking her enthusiastically. Sara slowly began running the baton up and down her curved spine, watching the men use her. “Remember boys,” she said to the room. “Just let me know if she isn’t pleasing enough or properly enthusiastic, and I’ll correct her for you.”
Several guards chuckled and made suggestive comments on how exactly she could do that. Most of Xo’s attention however, was on being fucked. Steve gripping her hair and urging her on, came in her mouth; as Mac was still thrusting smoothly in and out. With him finished, Sara still the group’s factotum, called for Shepard to take his place. And so the group continued to have her repeatedly like that, bent over the chair. Sometimes one of the men would allow her to bring them off with her velvet tongue and warm kittenish mouth, but most often they’d move around behind her and take either of her other two options (should she have offered them fries with it?) She was had several times by each man and she started getting really sore.
When Rick slipped back into the room and got undressed, he was immediately moved to the head of the line; and with the laughing statement ‘well I better form a basis for comparison’ smoothly took her pudendum from behind; so Sam had little choice but to be sucked off.
As the gang bangers took turns at the chair, the pair fucking her or sometimes the watchers, would jokingly (Xo is sure they were teasing, and I have to agree) claim she wasn’t performing up to standard. Immediately and with a cruel laugh, Sara would rap her hard across the back and order her to work harder. Holding her instrument at a different angle, she would give Xo stinging licks on her belly or breasts and issue crisp directives: ‘suck harder’ ‘use your tongue’ ‘wiggle your ass’ and Xo would try to comply; as she was fucked again and again.
Finally there came a time when no soft cock was thrust eagerly at her mouth, a time when with a spurt up her anus and a groan, a penis left her backside and wasn’t immediately replaced. Even nine men can only go so long before they need a break longer than the time it takes their confreres to get off. Xo stood, muscles trembling with fatigue, sore in her privets spunk drying on her skin as it trailed down her thighs. Gripping the seat tightly, bent over, she hung her head and waited…submissively.
Thack! “Stand up bitch.”
A whisper, “Yes Mistress.” She stood before Sara, gazing at the floor, and awaited a command.
“Go to the bathroom and have a quick shower, I want you back here quickly.”
“Yes Mistress.” Xo took two steps, one level with Sara one past her.
Thack! Pain flared in her inkless cheek. “Run bitch!” The sated males laughed.
“Yes Mistress,” Xo wailed, and ran.
She gave herself a very quick shower, just sluicing her svelte 5’4 frame with lukewarm water and scrubbing at the fluids covering her. She had just barely begun to dry herself when Sara’s voice came through the partially open door, “Get out here bitch!”
“Yes Mistress,” Xo called.
Naked, dripping she came back out amidst the guards. Sara hands on her hips, stood waiting in the middle of the room; the only one dressed. “Come here, now.”
“Yes Mistress.” Xo went and stood before her.
“Hands on top of your head, fingers interlaced.”
Xo obeyed, “Yes Mistress.”
Sara drew a black rectangular box tipped by two metal prongs, from a holster on her belt. Smiling sweetly she squeezed its button trigger, a humming cackle filled the air; a wavy blue line jumped between the prongs. Undulating steadily hypnotically it drew the eye as ozone filled Xo’s nostrils. Trigger released the line and hum disappeared, ozone lingering behind like a memory. “The mark four tazer has several settings and two modes,” Sara lectured. “You don’t have to worry about the modes. Setting seven will kill a two thousand pound bull and leave third degree scorch marks inside. One, two and three won’t leave marks, not even a blemish on the most delicate skin; and just hurts like hell.” Again the hum and blue line. Grimly, “Hold still.”
“Yes Mistress,” Xo whined out.
Tazer again silent, Sara brought it towards the soaken wet slave’s bare (as Thorn likes it) outer lips. SHe pressed it firmly against the wetly dripping pudendum, “Ready for a show?”
A thunderous chorus of agreement from the group of naked reclining\sitting men encircling the pair of women. Zzzt, “ohhhugh!” Xo moaned.
Her legs gave way and she tumbled to the carpet, shaking in reaction. She curled her knees up shuddering at the pain; she barely managed to keep her hands clenched together atop her head. She felt tears in her eyes as she lay at the sadist’s feet, curled up, crying.
Sara was unsympathetic; she kicked Xo sharply in the tailbone. “Wimp, that was only setting two.”
“It hurt!” Xo whined.
“Oh for god’s sake, kitties!” Guards laughed. “Here I’ll turn it down so you can get used to it.” Xo’s tears lessened. Another kick, “Get up bitch.”
“Yes Mistress.” Xo climbed to her feet, carefully keeping her hands atop her head.
Smack, her cheek stung as Sara’s hand cracked against it. “Don’t fall down.”
“No Mistress,” Xo whimpered.
The tazer’s prongs touched her ribs, pain flared as the weapon hummed and cackled against her side. Xo whimpered in pain, swayed but managed to keep her feet. “Is that better?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good.” Snickers from the group.
The tazer came up, nesting deeply into her armpit, Xo braced. Zzzzt. She moaned, sniffling but managed to hold still. Sara drew her baton with her free hand, extending it with a flick of her wrist. Thump! It sounded like a drumbeat as Sara thumped it in her ribs. Xo tensed as the tazer was pressed into her soft skin, just below her navel. Again agony shot through her, her breath came out in a huff as coils of pain curled up into her belly; writhing down into her groin. Kiicck! the baton slammed into her hip, she felt an ache in her bones; Xo trembled, tears of pain sliding down her cheeks.
“What hurt more, tazer or baton?”
“Tazer Mistress.”
Water dripped down her body, the rug under her feet felt squishy. Submissively she held the dominant’s gaze, showing her surrender with every line of her body.
Sara saying nothing; gave her a vicious grin. The tazer prongs stabbed into the soaken area between her tiny tits; snick, as Sara’s thumb slid a switch on the side of the box. “Setting two.” Again the hum and smell of ozone.
Xo sobbed sharply swaying side-to-side as lines of pain ran through her chest. She shut her eyes tight; the hum faded leaving tingles of hurt. She opened her eyes just in time to see the baton arcing toward her. Sara having taken a half step back, sliced the cold metal across Xo’s soft stomach. Xo’s breath whined out and she leaned a little forward against the new line of pain.
“Stand up!” Sara snapped.
“Yes Mistress!” Xo quickly straightened.
The tazer instantly slammed into her shoulder, immediately flicked on. More pain radiated from the blow, Xo gasped arm falling limply to her side.
Thock! The baton slammed into her ribs. “Oh no bitch, I don’t buy that. Get your arm back up!” Sara demanded with a smirk.
“Yes Mistress.” Her arm tingled; she was surprised when it obeyed her command, but she gave it a shake and put it back atop her head. She let her breath out in an uncontrolled rush as Sara lanced the metal ball of her baton into her gut like a spear.
“Bend forward.”
“Yes Mistress,” she wheezed, already having done so in an uncontrolled reaction to the blow.
The metal ball pressed gently into her belly button, scritching within it as Sara started to step around her; thick boots squishing on the rug. The combat baton followed its wielder’s movements, sliding around to lie lightly now against Xo’s floating rib. Metal prongs pressed into the base of her spine, digging into the small of her back just above the dip where it became the crack of her tight ass.
Snick-zzzt. A little humming ‘whoooa’ came from the back of her throat as Xo dropped to the carpet. Her legs tingled oddly as she lay on her side, she brought her hands down, only partially cognisant as she hugged herself, trembling. That hurt! Feeling returned to her legs and she moaned, lines of fire running up and down her thighs. Guards chuckled as Xo looked at the men, begging piteously, “Please.”
The pain, a dozen times worse than the first few tazerings, (I’ve pointed out Xo’s a kitty, and unused to pain, right?) She felt Sara hovering behind her, looming above her down on one knee. “Kitten, oh poor kitten,” she breathed menacingly.
The watchers laughed again, Xo whimpered. She felt the tazer’s teeth bite hard into the base of her spine, where her bowed head left it exposed. She sobbed as pain lanced through her like a stroke of lightning, crackling biting stinging through her (I checked later, yes by asking to be tazered. Hurts on setting three, but no worse than the electric wand). Xo’s senses dimmed and greyed.
Barely sentient she was only dimly aware of her arms being tugged behind her back; all was dark (her eyes were closed, silly Xo J). Thick plastic slipped over her wrists, sliding tight; biting as Sara deftly flex cuffed her hands. Slowly Sara rose to stand over her, the baton gently swept over her soft tummy, tickling; back and forth back and forth, almost soothing. Xo whimpered, trembled, eyes slitted.
“More tazer, or baton?” The question came.
“Baton,” Xo begged (I know, I don’t like electric either).
“Baton?” It wasn’t actually a question. Thick! The metal whistled up and down in a short tight arc, smacking the kitty-slave’s soft tum-tum. Xo tensed, tried to curl up. Remorseless, “Legs straight.”
“Yes Mistress,” Whimpered as she obeyed.
Ssshhett! Xo cried out loudly as the hard blow, all of Sara’s weight, strength and skill behind it, whistled into her thigh…what followed was several hours (Xo feels anyway, but I personally suspect was no more than 30-45 minuets. Based on Xo’s recounting vs. the time she was sent and the time I know Lizibeth went to fetch her) of the most viciously thorough beating Xo had ever undergone (at the time anyway. Since then my own Master has been much harsher with her I assure you; and she’s learned to take it for Gary as well).
Breasts belly ribs and thighs, both outer and inner; all were beaten harshly with the baton. Sara toed her to her belly and held her bound arms out of the way, then beat her back and buttocks to a glowing red shade while the gentlemen encouraged. Then roughly toed her to her other side so she could be worked over evenly; and despite Xo’s request for the baton, every once in a while Sara would pause to jolt her with a charge or two from the tazer. Xo sobbed, cried, begged, finally exhausted, she passed out from the pain. Not driven unconscious from the tazer or a blow to the head. No she just sort of went away mentally to escape the beating. Pain fog it’s known as, some can mistake it for a unique BDSM phenomena called subspace, but pain fog is different; and much more serious (careful with your kitties you tops! J)
Distantly Xo heard a beeping. Words, “Good slave, good Xo. Okay, you’re okay.”
She came back to herself with her hands still cuffed behind her back, flat on her bum on Sara’s kneeling lap. Cradled gently in the crook of the powerful dominant’s arm, legs stretched out body aching dully. The older woman was pressing a cup gently to Xo’s lips as her head rested on Sara’s shoulder. Xo opened her mouth at the elder’s insistent, “Drink Xo drink this, you’re fine.”
Cool water with a heavy mineral taint slid down her throat, gratefully she swallowed, a little more; the cup went away. Guy was bent over her, no one cared his partially erect cock brushed Sara’s arm. Intently he took Xo’s pulse with one hand, the other splayed across her chest, registering breathing and heart rate. Rick came into sight, holding up a knife questioningly.
Sara shook her head, “No she’s fine, she just got a little overwhelmed, the cuffs can stay. You’re fine aren’t you Xo?”
Xo heard the real concern in the older dominant’s voice. She relaxed knowing she was safe. “Yes Mistress.”
Sara smiled at her, looked at Guy. He stood up nodding, “She’s okay.”
Mac appeared, huge black cock swaying side-to-side like an elephant questing for mulch in the winter snow (sorry, Master took me to the zoo the day before this journal entry), he handed a thick red plastic cup to Sara. She took it, “Okay, everybody give her room now.” The men backed away. Sara brought this new cup, steam curling from it, to Xo’s lips. “Drink this,” she murmured.
Submissive, Xo obeyed. The cup held thick warm hearty stew. Warmth slid down her, filling her belly with recuperative strength. A few minutes passed as Sara slowly fed her the microwaved cup of stew; it was delicious (that’s what happens when you fill one island retreat with a half dozen five star chefs for a week; even the guards start eating good). As the last mouthfuls slipped (deliciously) into her mouth, Sara leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Now slave, whisper whatever you like to me, and then agree with my response.” She pressed a kiss to Xo’s brow gently.
Xo swallowed her stew, she arched her neck lifting up as high as she could; Sara’s strong arm helped her. Xo brought her mouth next to the dominant’s ear, “Whatever you command Mistress.”
Sara pulled back and looked down at her, “What slave, you have to go pee?”
“Yes Mistress,” Xo agreed.
“Well slaves like you go outside,” Sara smiled. “Oh wait, we all do, no indoor plumbing.” Guards chuckled. Xo struggled as Sara urged her up, it was hard with her hands cuffed, but Sara helped her stand. “Don’t worry boys, she’ll be back in a little while to be fucked some more; she’ll consider this her break.” Chuckles. “This rug needs to be hung outside, and the sectors need recon again. Fifteen minutes boys.” Hand on Xo’s upper arm, Sara gently led her out.
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A rabbit hopped franticly down a little hole as a naked bound Asian slave meekly followed a confident armed guardswoman into the little clearing. Hand firm on her arm, Sara brought Xo to the middle of the little forest glade. Late afternoon, it was a pretty spot; soft grass swayed in the light warm breeze as sunlight beamed down on the little dell surrounded by tall Douglas Fir (Xo says, I don’t know much about flora).
Letting go of her arm Sara turned the slave to face her. She smiled nodding as she assured, “No cameras here, lot’s of blind spots in the forest.” Xo nodded. “Can you pee Xo?”
Xo considered a moment, twisting her cuffed hands behind her in thought. She nodded husky voice admitting, “Yes Mistress.”
“Good. Squat then.” Sara took a few steps back, watching.
Xo squatted on the point of her toes, heels up legs spread apart for balance. Grass swayed just beneath her. She looked up at Sara, “May I ask a question Mistress?”
Sara nodded warmly, “Of course Xo, as many as you like.”
“The grass is thick and high, I’m just not sure, I mean; am I peeing so you can rub my face in it?”
Sara shook her head gently, “Oh no Xo, I just want your bladder empty, and I enjoy watching. I will turn around, if you really can’t without privacy.”
“Oh I can Mistress.” Xo spread her thighs wider. As she urinated into the thick, sun warm absorbent grass, she watched Sara watch her pee. Her stream came hot, thick and yellow for a moment. Slowly tapering off slowing; Xo strained a bit, another quick rush jetting out. “There Mistress. Am I to defecate now?”
“Not unless you really have to, I didn’t bring the toilet paper.”
“No Mistress,” dulcet husky voice caressing the warm air, “I’m okay.”
Sara nodded smiling as she unbuckled her weapons belt, took it off and dropped it to the grass with the soft clatter of arms. “Come here then, on your knees slave.”
“Yes Mistress,” Xo whispered as she fell forward on her knees. Hands secured behind her back, the slave crawled towards her mistress; as Sara unzippered her pants.
Drawing them slowly down strong muscular but so obviously female hips, muscled but still softly feminine thighs, down strong legs to pool around braced ankles. Leaving her in a white frilly pair of silk panties, its sheerness hinting at the dark patch of pubic hair straining against it. Softly feminine they came from a lingerie shop, not a department store, meant for sex not work; they gave the lie to Sara’s strong persona.
Xo knelt before the goddess of beauty, looking up at her as Sara grasped the hem of her paramilitary Thorn security shirt. Swiftly she drew this off and tossed it to the grass, showing her generous breasts to the warm summer breeze; showing too the frothy silk bra she wore. Half cups lifting accentuating her boobs, sheer bra hiding little barely concealing areoles, as thick hard nipples pushed at the frothy material. Sara looked down at the slave, meeting a hesitant smile with her warm own as she hooked powerful thumbs into the frilly panties. In a moment they had slid down to join her severe pants, freeing her bountiful hair to frolic in the playful light breeze washing around them.
Xo glanced at the soft vaginal mound revealed, as Sara shook her head arms lifting to brush her hair back; sweeping it over her sun kissed shoulders behind her head. Her boobs large and full, lifted in response. She looked down at the slave, gently reached down for her silky dark hair as she whispered softly, “Come here.”
Eagerly Xo leaned forward, burying her face in the dominant’s crotch. Needing not the firmly urging hand on her soft hair, she pressed her head forward nuzzling among the stiff blond hair as she sought, tongue questing for the soft pink folds; the red centre of the vaginal slit. She found it, sun warmed and salty in readiness of her coming. Sara moaned as Xo nuzzled in, tongue spreading her open, stroking. She pressed deeper finding the hard little pearl. The dom started, flinching as Xo bit gently, licked suckling as she gave a loud vibratory hum; Sara moaned as the slave licked and bit and suckled with experience and gusto. Seconds became a minute as feminine oils flowed over Xo’s nuzzling nose; another minute was all it took.
One hand reached up to grab a palmful of her own boob, kneading hard. Sara’s head tossed back face to the sky, eyes closed as the sun beamed down on her wide smile. Body arcing, her buttocks clenched as her back stiffened; her legs abruptly tightened and she gave a long drawn out moan. Her body shuddered delicately as she spasmed just slightly; her hands tightened on the slave’s head as she began to cum.
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He gave one final thrust and a groan as he sent the last hot bit of his load into her widely spread cunt. Xo moaned in pain eyes tight closed, as she felt him roll off her. Several long seconds passed, but just as she began to hope they were done using her, or at least ready to give her a break, another muscled body flopped down atop her. He moved over her soft body as she stiffened against him. Ignoring her soft moan he probed at her exposed female socket, and slid smoothly in.
She wasn’t begging anymore, had stopped long ago; receiving nothing but laughter and Sara’s slaps. She wasn’t sure when but she had also stopped thrashing in the restraints, lying quietly under the assaults; still she was being raped now she’d decided. No she had no safe word out here, yes she’d come willingly with no limits except the usual no harm\permanent marks; and had come for the express purpose of being fucked, but she felt like this was rape.
Xo didn’t bother to open her eyes and see which one it was this time, they’d all had her so many times. It no longer mattered, they were all rough kneading hands on her small tits, hot hard cocks shoved into her abused bleeding (sore but not torn, just chafed) cunt. Shoved deep chafing her thighs and vagina until they finished. Now they were no more to her than the sensations they sent jolting through her.
Sara, restored decorously, had taken her back inside and laid her on the day couch. Her back propped with a pillow, another solicitously placed under her head, Sara had urged, forced and helped her painfully bring her hands in front of her. Curling double (Mac helped) and sliding them over her heels. A second flex cuff passed through the first, used to secure her hands to a piece of the day bed’s frame. Now her wrists bit painfully into the rolled top of the couch, biting down, arms pulled taut as the cuffs stretched as far as they could. Sara finding rope, had tied each ankle; her legs had been pulled out straight and spread painfully wide, out to a fifty degree angle. Spreading her painfully wide open, pussy wholly exposed for use, as the ropes too were attached to the couch. As flexible as she was her legs had started to ache immediately, the large muscles in her thighs throbbing joints of her knees protesting; shooting pains going all the way to her toes. When she pointed it out Sara grinned and slapped her belly while Rick told her to be a good girl.
So she was bound, spread wide open, so far open the tying had forced her to arch and curl. Now her shoulders pressed into the couch but her bottom lifted a good foot in the air; but this had only exposed her more fully for their use.
Then the first one, Shepard, had mounted her. Hard cock driving smoothly into her in one long cunt spreading thrust. She’d cried when he skewered her; muscles protesting. They’d taunted her cries and pleas, ignored her earnest struggles to free herself. Now they just took her again and again and again. Her sobs had long since stopped, tears drying. She could only silently wait; head turned aside on the pillow, and endure.
Xo felt the hot little rush of blood coat her thighs thickly again as her latest fucker (she being the fuckee J poor, poor…poor Xo, they were indeed quite harsh with her), came hard into her with a hot rush of ropy spunk. She was covered lightly in cold sweat, belly slick with it; her hair plastered to her cheeks and forehead. He lay atop her for a moment resting, then slowly he pulled out of her, swiping his flaccid cock against her bloody thigh before patting her ass (lifted in the air) and moving off. Immediately, clearly having been waiting, someone else climbed astride her.
Bound helplessly, spread open wide and proffered for use, Xo could only groan piteously as she was speared again by another rock hard cock. She felt a stinging slap on a tit, the tip of Sara’s baton, “Oh stop moaning bitch. I told you we were going to be rough. You were sent here for punishment.”
“I hate you Mistress,” Xo ground out, eyes closed.
Sara laughed lightly, “Maybe now; but I’ll see to it you forgive me properly, on your knees in a few days (she didn’t, she went home) after you’ve seen the doctor for some salve and soaked the pain away.”
Xo didn’t reply, just gritted her teeth and bore it as she was taken. They used her several more times. Then as yet another hard cock pounded into her bruised cunt, she heard the door open and her heart leapt with joy at Shepard’s words.
“Lizibeth’s strolling up the path.”
Xo opened her eyes as Sara stroked her hair, “Good, now I can thank her.” On the large colour monitors in the outer room, Xo could see the angry red orb of the setting sun. Louder, “Finish up and get dressed guys. Five minutes.”
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