Bodice Ripper

Bodice Ripper part 3

Robin wasn’t sure what to expect from her new life as a slave girl, but routine wasn’t part of it. Yet there it was.

She rose every morning at eight and disentangled herself from the sheets and usually from William and/or Elizabeth.

She padded down to the kitchen to start the coffee. She was as always naked, a fact that had long ago ceased to feel unusual to her. It was the few times she had worn clothes over the last month the felt odd.

Once the coffee was dripping and she had what she would need to make breakfast, she returned to the bedroom to deliver her owner’s wake up call.

Elizabeth was the deeper sleeper. If she was not on her back when Robin came to her, she would deliver a series of gentle kisses and bites to her mistress’ buttocks until Elizabeth grudgingly turned and allowed Robin access to her cunt. Robin would then use her tongue, lips and fingers to gentle rouse her mistress, until Elizabeth orgasmed.

Once she was done with Elizabeth, it was William’s turn. Robin knew William was a light sleeper, that and the erection he already had when she started led her to suspect his insistence on a “wake up call” was merely an excuse for an early morning blow-job. Still who was she to argue? She wrapped her mouth around his large organ and slowly pumped, stopping every now and again to flicker her tongue up and down his cock. She had discovered that gently scraping her teeth along the bottom of his organ elicited a delightful shudder in her master.   

Next it was time to shower and Robin would be rewarded for her efforts. If she showered with William, she would wash him. Her ministrations would renew his erection and Robin would find herself wrapped around his torso as he held her against the wall and fucked her until she came moaning with delight.

If she showered with Elizabeth, she would wash Elizabeth, after which her mistress would insist on retuning the favor, paying special attention to Robin’s breasts and vagina. However after a time she found even having Elizabeth work shampoo into Robin’s hair was a sensual act.

Once the shower was done Robin would towel off and head downstairs, often on wobblie legs to prepare breakfast.

In time Elizabeth and William, dressed and hungry would come down and she would serve them. Taking her plate last Robin would eat kneeling next to Elizabeth as she had that first day; however there were times she was invited to sit. The three of them would chat as if she’d dropped in that morning rather than being a naked prisoner. Her owners seemed to take this as if having a naked woman sitting at their table was a normal occurrence, perhaps it was. One day, after William had left the table, Robin asked Elizabeth about this.

“Well” her mistress started “this really isn’t new, it should be no shock that we’ve owned girls before you.”

“Many?” Robin asked.

“Not so many, only two in fact. First there was Margaret. We met her at a BDSM club. With the right education she had a brilliant future ahead of her, but the money, even with scholarships wasn’t there. William and I arranged to put her through college and graduate school. In return she served as our slave during that time. It very satisfactory for all involved and today she’s done very well indeed, we’re rather proud of her.”

“And the second?”

“Ah, Gretchen, like you,” Elizabeth suddenly leaned forward and tweeked Robin’s nose, the shock almost cause the girl to fall out of her seat. “she stuck her pretty nose where it didn’t belong and was captured. But after a year we realized she wouldn’t meet our needs and we sold her.”

Robin was stunned, both by Elizabeth’s words and her nonchalant attitude.

“You can sell…people?”

“Well not legally” Elizabeth acknowledged, “but it happens far more often than you might imagine.”

Robin could think of a dozen questions to this response, but wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to any of them and let the matter drop.

After breakfast it was time for Robin’s training.

Her first task was to learn how to kneel and rise gracefully with her wrists and elbows bound behind her. It was harder than she supposed and her butt was bright red from Elizabeth’s over the knee spankings but by the end of that afternoon she had it right. Then things got more difficult.

She would learn and hold a variety of postures, she was tied up and left that way sometimes for hours. After she mastered these skills, Elizabeth would leash her and take her out to the barn. Robin would find herself affixed to one of the crosses and beaten with a flogger, which she found highly erotic, or a single tail, which she did not. But the cane was still something she dreaded. The few times Elizabeth used it Robin was reduced to tears after just two or three blows.

Robin’s lessons in the barn always ended the same way; with her strapped to the fucking table, her butt in the air and her sex obscenely exposed. Elizabeth would then lube her up and use a strap on to take Robin anally. Robin had almost no anal experience and hated it the first couple of times, but Elizabeth had used a small dildo to penetrate her and it wasn’t so bad. However after about three days Robin realized Elizabeth was using a somewhat larger dildo. It became clear to her she was being stretched to accommodate William.

Despite making good use of her mouth and vagina, William had never used her anus. Robin understood that her owners didn’t want her damaged. For some reason the fact that they’d go to so much trouble and William would wait made her feel good.

After morning training Robin made and served lunch. William would join them after caring for the couple’s investments from his home office.

William was generally in good spirits when he joined them but one afternoon he marched into the kitchen and announced, “Need to fuck!”

He grabbed Elizabeth by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. He then turned and marched towards the guest rooms at the back of the house, Elizabeth laughing and ineffectually beating his broad back.

Robin set the lunch to warm and sat to wait for her owners to return. She wondered if her presence would disrupt the loving relationship William and Elizabeth shared, and was glad it didn’t seem to. Robin’s own relations were never that close. Her parents were supportive and she supposed loving, but aloof. Her friendship never seemed that deep and her two romances had been disasters. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to the warmth that her owners seemed to radiate.

A few days later, William again entered the kitchen announcing “Need to fuck”. Robin sighed and went to lower the heat on lunch. She was surprised when William spun her around and lifted her over his shoulder. Her squeal earned her a slap on her rear. He turned and headed down the hall.

William slammed open the door of the first bedroom and without ceremony dropped Robin on the bed. When he said fuck, he meant just that. He dropped his pants and spread Robin’s legs, entering her with further ado. Fortunately Robin was already wet and ready for a bit of fucking herself. What a little slut I’ve become, she thought.

After lunch Robin sat in front of her laptop and wrote, under Elizabeth’s watchful eye. Robin had never been able to keep to a schedule and Elizabeth did her best to impose order without dampening creativity. But Robin noticed that she made her deadlines and she was not alone, her editor Linda was thrilled by the new Robin. Little could Robin tell her that if she finished sufficient pages she was rewarded with an orgasm under Elizabeth’s ministrations. Should she fail she’d wear nipple clamps for an hour.

One day Robin found herself blocked. Even the nipple clamps failed to inspire her.

“I’ve an idea” Elizabeth said, “Come with me.”

Elizabeth led Robin up to the master bedroom. She opened a large walk in closet and plunged within. She emerged a moment later and handed Robin a tangle of cloth.

“Put these on and wait here” Elizabeth commanded, “I need to arrange something and will be right back.”

With that her mistress practically skipped through the door and was gone. Robin dutifully put on what turned out to be a long print skirt with an elastic waistband, a white off the shoulder blouse and an honest –to-goodness bodice, made of a flimsy black material. Where had Elizabeth gotten these? Robin wondered. These were hardly Elizabeth’s style.

She had little time to ponder this mystery when Elizabeth returned.

“Come along girl” Elizabeth ordered.

She took Robin by the hand and led her to the back garden.

“Now walk toward the shed, things will become clear.”

Following Elizabeth’s instructions Robin walked, it was a beautiful day, and wonderful to be outside anyway. No clouds overhead, not to hot and the grass felt wonderful beneath her bare feet.

Her reverie was interrupted when William stepped from behind some trees and into her path. He wore riding pants and boots and a plain white shirt open near to his navel. In his right hand he carried a nasty looking riding crop.

“He could be on the cover of one of my novels” Robin thought. With a start Robin realized what Elizabeth’s idea was to get her over her writer’s block; a scene from a romance.

“Well, Well” William sounded menacing “this is private property girl and you’re trespassing.”

Robin stifled a giggle and fell into her best curtsey.

”I’m sorry sir, I’ve become lost in the hedgerows and did not know. If you could direct me to the road I would be most grateful.”

Not much could be said for her acting abilities, but she hoped she sounded contrite and a bit frightened. She could feel her excitement begin to rise.

“Not so fast my girl.” William drawled, “There are penalties for trespassing.”

With that he grabbed Robin roughly by the hair and dragged her to a nearby log. Sitting he pulled her over his knee and flipped her skirt up.

“No Please!!!” she screamed “Please don’t, I’ve done no harm!!!”

Her fright was not completely feigned as it became all to clear that the riding crop was not just costuming. William wielded the crop with an expertise. By time he pushed her off his lap her sniffles were very real.

Rubbing what she was sure was a very pink ass, Robin rose to go.

“Not so fast my beauty” William said, roughly pushing her back onto the ground. “You’ve paid the penalty, but there is also a toll.”

With that he seized the flimsy bodice and ripped it open. Her blouse followed as he pushed her onto her back and easily slipped off her skirt.

She affected the maiden about to be ravished pose, placing the back of her hand daintily against her forehead.

“Please sir, no!! I’m a good girl.”

With that she did giggle and could hear Elizabeth’s less dignified laughter behind her.

She gasped as William cupped her still sore butt and entered her in one smooth motion.

“Robin” William hissed in her ear, “You’re supposed to resist.”

Robin was too far gone to do much.

“Cad” she moaned, “Brute”

After that she gave up on acting her part and hooked her legs behind William’s back abandoning herself to her pleasure. She clamped down and buried her head into William’s shoulder as she climaxed. William finished just a moment or two behind her.

She looked up into William’s smiling face with half shut eyes.

“Thank you master.” She said.

“Trust me pet, my pleasure.”

“Brava, well done.” Said Elizabeth as she came to sit next to them in the grass. “And now, any ideas where your story should go?”

To Robin’s surprise after a moments thought, she did.

“Yes mistress” she responded. “Thank you as well.”

“Almost a pity” said Elizabeth, affecting a pout. “If this didn’t work it was my turn and I have a French maid’s costume that would look wonderful on you.”

Robin imagined herself in a little black dress and lacy apron.

“Perhaps” she said “I could be blocked again tomorrow.”

After dinner one, the other or both of her owners would claim her body for sex. Sex beneath the stars, sex bound to some piece of equipment in the barn or furniture in the house. Robin could swear she had been used on every inch of the property. It was as if William and Elizabeth were insatiable and she had to admit she was fast becoming a bit insatiable herself. But where ever she had sex and with whom, all three of them ended together in the large bed in the master bedroom.

The patterns broke on the last day of her captivity. As she rose to make coffee William grabbed her arm and dragged her back into the sheets, using her until they both came. When she retuned from the kitchen William was already in the shower leaving only Elizabeth to receive her wake up.

After breakfast Elizabeth announced she was returning to bed. She slid her finger into the ring of Robin’s collar.

“And I’m taking you along to make sure I don’t get bored.”

Upon arriving Elizabeth dropped her robe and dragged Robin into the bed, she ordered her to remain still, while Elizabeth once more explored every inch of her possession with lips and tongue and fingers. Robin gasp as her mistress slipped one then two fingers into her, playing with her until Robin was moaning and begging for relief. After she allowed Robin to climax, Elizabeth lay back among the pillows.

“I’m becoming bored.” Elizabeth said.

“Yes mistress”, and with a smile Robin spent the rest of the morning amusing her.

After lunch it was William who needed amusement until he drove to town for Chinese food.

Robin took a brief nap and after dinner a long luxurious bath with Elizabeth. When they were done Elizabeth dressed in the leather outfit she’d worn when Robin first saw her in the barn. Robin wore only collar and cuffs. Elizabeth locked Robin’s wrists behind her back and gagged her. She then added one last touch, a long white cloak with gold trim.

“A fitting offering” Elizabeth said as she drew Robin’s leash to her and led her to the barn.

The barn was brightly lit and William was waiting for them there. He wore only a leather loincloth and executioner’s mask.

Elizabeth and William kissed as she presented him with Robin’s leash. He led Robin over to stand between the posts where her adventure in slavery had started. Robin stood still and tall as William removed her cloak and bound her between the posts. Elizabeth approached her bearing the dread cane.

“This is going to suck” she thought.

Robin heard the cane swish through the air, there would be no gentle taps this time, no warm-up and Robin did her best to prepare herself.

The first blow seemed to send pain shooting through every nerve ending in her body. Robin shut her eyes and screamed inwardly, but she did not flinch, she would not.

The second blow was every bit as bad. Elizabeth was allowing just enough time for the pain to begin to subside so each strike would give maximum pain.

By the third blow she was screaming into her gag and by the fourth biting into it. At the fifth Robin’s tears were flowing freely, but she had stood still, she hadn’t flinched and felt proud.

“Well done” said Elizabeth as she leaned in and licked the tears from Robin’s face.

William unhooked Robin from the posts and led her to the fucking table. Robin bent over and allowed Elizabeth to strap her down.

She felt a prodding at her anus and then cold, Elizabeth was using a lube shooter to fill her up.

“Breath deep” she thought “don’t clench.”

She gasp as she felt the tip of William’s penis begin to slowly work its way into her. He’d move out then deeper into her, slowly. Robin thought he was going to split her in half. Robin once again clamped down on her gag, knowing William would not climax quickly and her ordeal would not end soon.

After what seemed to her like days, William did explode within her and to her relief withdrew from her much abused anus. Robin could only imagine what this would have been like with Elizabeth’s preparations.

Robin was proud of the fact that once released she could stand up on her own, although her legs felt a bit wobblie she felt she could be led back to the house. It wasn’t necessary; Elizabeth wrapped Robin in her cloak and William gathered her into his arms and once more carried her back to the house.

“We’re so proud of you.” He whispered.

Once back Robin was taken to one of the guest rooms and divested of her cloak, cuffs and collar and gently put to bed.

“William stopped at your place and picked up some clothes for you.” Elizabeth told her. “Sleep as late as you want then shower and dress and we can drive you home.”

They turned out the lights and quietly left the room.

Robin was exhausted but there, alone in the darkened room, sleep would not come. She should be happy to return to her own house, shouldn’t she? Elizabeth had assured her their friendship would continue, Robin would even receive invitations to the parties in the barn. When she first met the Blakes their connection seemed so deep, so strong in so short a time. Robin knew immediately she wanted something from them. At the time she thought it was friendship, but now perhaps it was something else, something more, could she actually use the term love in this situation?

Eventually sleep took her, but it was fitful and her dreams were troubled.

Robin awoke with a start, her body covered with sweat from a nightmare whose details were fading but whose terror remained. She was groggy and vaguely aware something was wrong. She looked at the clock by the bed stand. The LED display showed 8:20, the coffee she thought, that must be it, I’m late.

She nearly fell getting out of bed, dragging the sheets and blanket that had twisted around her. In her haste she left them piled in the hallway and dragging herself into the kitchen. What she saw brought her up short. William and Elizabeth sat at the table in their robes; their morning coffee before them.

“Robin” Elizabeth said with some surprise in her voice, “Up already and not dressed?”

“Let her be” William chimed in, with a smile. “She still looks half asleep. I’ll get you some coffee Robin and you can dress afterwards.”

Robin watched as William got up to serve her. No she thought this is wrong, this isn’t how it is supposed to be.

She started to tell them so but instead burst into tears, deep sobs wracking her body.

Within moments she was encircled by silk clad arms as Elizabeth drew her in and lay Robin’s head on her shoulder.

“Robin, whatever is wrong?” She said, stroking Robin’s hair and trying to comfort her. “Please sweetheart, please stop crying.”

But Robin couldn’t and Elizabeth’s concern made it worse. It seemed like an eternity before she could ask the question she wanted.

“Why” she choked. “Why are you sending me away?” She knew it didn’t make sense but it was all she could think of.

“But Robin, we’re not sending you anywhere. We’re taking you home.”

Robin realized that was wrong, she was home, she was where she needed to be.

“But I don’t want to go.” She said “I love you both.”

Elizabeth cupped her chin and forced Robin’s head up. She wore a smile so enigmatic it made the Mona Lisa look like an open book.

“Wash your face.” Elizabeth told her “I’ve something to show you.”

Robin was confused but did as she was told. After she had washed in the kitchen sink and dried her face, Elizabeth took her by the hand and led her to the library, William coming close behind them.

On the desk lay a single sheet of printed paper, an old fashioned fountain pen and a delicate gold choker.

“Read” Elizabeth commanded.

Robin began to scan the page. It was a slave contract; in it she agreed to turn over complete control of her body and her life to Elizabeth and William Blake.

“There’s no end date.” She said.

“No” William replied “And if you hadn’t notice there’s a no sale clause. Once you sign we’re stuck with you forever.”

Elizabeth laid her hands on Robin’s shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Silly girl” she said “Did you honestly think we’d let you go? We love you as well and want to own you for the rest of our lives.”

Robin released a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. She didn’t know weather to laugh, cry or sing. Instead she simply said;

“Where do I sign.”

END