 |
|||
|
|
THE MARQUIS' EAST INDIA CATERING COMPANY
By Charles E. Campbell
Chapter 4
Friday morning dawned with a calendar picture perfect sky. Bright warm sunlight lit up the myriad of green hues of the evergreens and hardwoods that ring the lawn. Deep azure blue sky, dotted with the occasional large puffy white clouds lazily drifting on the light currents. We had just finished eating breakfast on the porch, served to us by jacquie and mynx, and were enjoying the daily papers on our tablets. The slaves were lapping up the last of the scraps we left them from their bowls on the floor at our feet when we spotted Jennifer's red Mini wending it's way up to the house. She pulled up and stepped out of the car, as naked as she had been when she had driven off five days prior. Without taking a further step, she sank to her knees, bowed her head, and waited her instructions,.
Robin seemed almost oblivious to the naked young woman kneeling on the lawn twenty-five feet from her. The only indication that she even saw the car was a quiet, "8:57," to no one in particular. She just continued perusing her paper for the better part of fifteen minutes before lowering the tablet and saying, "Did you follow my demands, cunt?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I did," came Jennifer's reply.
"Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together." When she had obeyed, Robin continued, "You may come up here on the porch and kneel at my feet so that I may examine your arm pits and udders for compliance with my demands."
We watched her as she stood up, keeping her balance and walking towards us, her baggy tits swaying grotesquely from side to side with each step that she took. By the time she had started up the steps to the porch, we could easily see the bruises she had obediently inflected upon herself. She knelt at Robin's feet facing her, bending her head down so she looked at Robin's bare feet. New dark stubble was poking out in her pale white arm pits. Her tits were a mess of dark reds, yellows, purples, and blues from the self abuse they had endured. Some of the bruises were quite swollen. It seemed that every square inch of the delicate skin was either bruised or bright pink from a very recent beating.
"When did you last beat your udders, cunt," Robin asked as she leaned over to more closely inspect the evidence of her power.
"Just before I started over here, Ma'am. About thirty minutes ago."
Robin reached out and grabbed each breast hard. Jennifer yelped in pain and fell backwards to the floor, landing on her back.
Robin bolted to her feet and yelled, "Who do you think you are, cunt? If I want to give you pain, you should be overjoyed that I would give you that gift. You are to accept anything that comes from me, with tremendous gratitude. Do you understand?"
"Y....yes, Ma'am," she answered meekly.
"Good. Prove it to me. Kneel down again and if you pull away from me again, you will get into your car and go home!"
Jennifer knelt again and laced her hands behind her head. Robin stared into the girl's eyes as she slowly grasped her breasts again and began to squeeze them, gradually increasing the pressure. I could see Robin digging her fingernails into the tender flesh and watched as tears began to fall from Jennifer's eyes as she moaned in pain. It wasn't long before the young girl was crying and shaking, trying valiantly to not flinch or pull away.
When Robin finally deemed that Jennifer had withstood enough, she slowly let go her grip. Small droplets of blood appeared in a few places where her nails had broken the skin. "Tell me again why you are here, slut," Robin asked as she gently massaged the girl's tits.
"I......I want ..........I want to be a slave, Ma'am. I.........want you t....to teach me how to submit and serve you."
"Very well. I have agreed to take you on for a one week trial period, and I shall do just that. One week. Next Friday, we will meet here on the porch and I will let you know whether or not I will allow you continue in your training, or if I will abandon you. Do you have any question for me, cunt?"
It looked to me like Jennifer was formulating a question, but at the last second, she let it go. "No Ma'am, thank you."
"Very well, then. What I would like from you right now is a demonstration of how you slapped and punched yourself this week."
She paused a moment before taking her left hand and lifting her left breast up so that it was more or less parallel with the ground. The breast meat was so flabby it drooped off of her wide open palm. Raising her right hand up high, she slapped her tit with her open hand so hard that the resulting sound caused mynx to jump. Nine more slaps followed before she slowly let her tit drop back down against her body.
Jennifer repeated the self torture with her right breast, which assuredly must have hurt her even more, because tears were rolling from her eyes as she slapped herself. Then, picking up the left one again, she began the process of punching herself ten times with a closed fist. She cried out and her body recoiled with each blow, but she didn't stop the abuse until the required ten punches had been delivered.
When she had given her right one an equally harsh and painful treatment, Jennifer laced her hands behind her head once more, and Robin said, "Thank me for allowing you to hurt yourself for my amusement, slut."
"Thank you, Ma'am," she whimpered softly, shaking slightly.
"Stand up," Robin barked.
Jennifer stood up, keeping her hands behind her head.
"I want you to crawl down the steps on your hands and knees like a dog, you fat bitch."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Jennifer's ass was an alluring sight, wiggling invitingly as she carefully negotiated the steps. Even from the back, we could see those giant breasts swinging to and fro as she crawled away.
"Stop. Turn around and face us," she ordered, when Jennifer was in the dirt alongside the driveway.
"Now, squat down with your legs spread apart, and piss for us, you little whore!"
Jennifer's utter humiliation showed instantly upon her crimson face. One of the things about Robin is that she is insistent on a slave's total lack of rights to privacy. In fact, she firmly believes that a slave is virtually devoid of any rights at all, having resigned them to their owner completely.
I couldn't help but stare at the spectacle presented to us on my lawn. Jennifer's badly bruised breasts sagging down to her roll of belly fat, which sagged itself over the top of her thick pubic patch, as she struggled to maintain her balanced squatting with her legs apart, the pink of her inner labia visible to us all, and her hands laced behind her head.
Nothing happened for a few minutes, until at last, a weak stream of urine appeared from her slit before blossoming into a strong flow shooting out from her crotch, splashing into a puddle in the dry dirt between her bare feet. When her bladder was finally emptied, Robin stood up and said, "jacquie, mynx, she's all yours. Do with her as you please. I won't need her back until Monday after lunch. Have fun."
The two slaves jumped up to their feet excitedly, and almost cheered as they said, "Thank you, Mistress," before running out to get their new play toy. They grabbed her by her arms and forced the girl down to rub her splayed pussy in the piss mud she had made in the dirt.
(I can't speak for Robin, but I didn't see Jennifer again until Monday morning as ordered, so for those 72 hours she was under the "tutelage" of the slaves, she was away from my eyes at least. I did see jacquie and mynx throughout that time, but mostly it was only at meals)
To say I was shocked by Jennifer's condition when the slaves returned her to Robin would be an understatement of magnanimous proportion, as well as a gross disservice to their skills in using the young novice. She was absolutely filthy. Her pale white skin was badly sunburned from her face to her feet, and it was crisscrossed from her shoulders to her thighs both front and back with the tell tale lines of various whips, crops, and canes that had been used with great skill. Her wrists and ankles were badly chaffed, most certainly from being tightly tied with coarse rope. Angry looking mosquito bites had erupted everywhere on her body. The scratches, welts, and cuts on her looked to be certain evidence that they had forced her to walk through brambles, stinging nettles, and dried brush in the woods. Her hair was a matted tangles mess, with small leaves and twigs clinging to the knots.
Robin gave her a perfunctory inspection, the asked, "Has she been fed today?"
"Yes, Mistress," mynx answered. "We fed and watered her about an hour ago."
"Good. I want you both to get her all cleaned up and presentable. You may all take a nap if you wish. I want her back her by five. She is to be cleaned and prepped. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," they intoned as one.
"I have a few toys with me, but not enough for what I would like to do," Robin said to me as they left. "Might you have any in your house?"
"Yes I do. There's a cabinet in the den where I store different things. Come with me, I'll show you what I have."
Robin went through the meager assortment of sex toys I had accumulated, selecting two thick rubber penises, and a vibrator.
"We'll need to make a more diverse toy chest for the house," she said.
"Hmmmm, does that mean you're staying here?"
Robin turned and stood directly in front of me. Looking up into my eyes, she said, "I'm not capable of making a lifetime commitment. You need to know that. I don't believe in marriage either. As I'm sure you've noticed, I almost never tie down my slaves when I whip them. When I do, it's more for effect than for bondage. I much prefer a slave's total dedication and obedience to me to serve as the bonds that hold them to a bench or cross, rather than an actual rope. That dedication is a far stronger and more meaningful bond.
"I am here with you today. I plan to be here with you tomorrow, and the next day. I have no plans or desires to leave. I cannot and will not promise you that I will stay here with you forever. I'm unable to make such a commitment. I can tell you that I feel very comfortable with you. More so than with any man I have known. I may even love you. To me, that is a bond that is much stronger than some ring on my left hand could ever be."
I hugged her tightly, and she held me tightly as well. The embrace lasted several minutes, neither of us wanting to lose the moment. "That's all I could ever hope for," I whispered.
Robin and I napped in my bed, wrapped, entwined, around each other. She woke up first. "I'm going to take a shower," she informed me, gently rousing me from my sleep. "I'll meet you downstairs."
"Sure," I replied, shaking the sleep from my head.
"I need to ask a favor of you," she added, turning to face me. "You can do whatever you want with the bitch. Fuck all three of her holes if you care to. But I need you to make sure that you only cum in her mouth. I need to assess her skills, and quite frankly, you're the only person here who can do that"
"Of course. Be more than happy to take care of that little item for you, my dear. I'll see you downstairs."
Robin an I were seated on the couch when the slaves brought Jennifer in to us, on her hands and knees trailing behind them like a puppy.
"Kneel, bitch," jacquie ordered when Jennifer was four feet from us. As Jennifer rose to her knees, jacquie and mynx, who were flanking her, sank to theirs.
Considering the bumps, bruises, cuts, scrapes and other sundry abuse to her, she looked remarkably good. The girls had cleaned her up very well. Her long brown hair had been combed out thoroughly, and allowed to fall naturally to her shoulders. Her youthful skin shone with some lotion that had been liberally applied. Even her pubic thicket had been combed and fluffed up. Her face had been meticulously made up: eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, lips, all dressed up making her look just short of a cheap whore. No collar, cuffs, or jewelry adorned her naked body.
"Spread your legs wider, stupid cow," Robin growled. "You must remember to keep your slut hole open and accessible."
Jennifer rocked from one knee to the other as she opened up her legs, making her position all the more uncomfortable.
"Play with your cunt for me, puta."
Jennifer's hand slid to her open crotch and began rubbing herself.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I expect honest concise answers for every one."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Just so that we understand each other, if you either stop rubbing yourself, or you cum, I will have jacquie and mynx hang you upside-down by your ankles and whip your cunt until you bleed."
I saw her tremble a little, but her hand didn't recoil from it's appointed task. "Yes, Ma'am."
"How many cocks have you sucked?"
"I'm not positive, Ma'am. I would think it's between ten and thirteen, though."
"How can you not know, Robin retorted."
"Um, I have to explain something first, if you will allow me, Ma'am."
"Alright, go ahead."
"I was thrown out of school for a semester because I was filmed in a fraternity house where I was in a competition between me and another girl. It got posted on the internet. We had to see who could be the first to get twelve guys to cum. It was such a blur, I really honestly don't know how many, or which ones were in my mouth, or in my pussy. I know it was most of them, though."
I looked at Robin with raised eyebrows, and she reading my meaning, nodded consent to me.
"Were there any ground rules for your competition?"
"Yes, Sir. The other girl and I were allowed to choose the twelve boys the other girl would have do, which was nasty, because we each got stuck with some disgusting looking guys. Also, the guys weren't allowed to touch themselves at all. No self fluffing. We had to do everything. So a few of the guys were hard right away, and some were all soft. But we could do it any way we wanted to. They left that part of it up to us."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there was one guy I had to do. Really gross. Super hairy, pimples on his butt, very skinny, smelled bad, tiny little dick.......... I just jerked him off. He came really quick, too, thank God. The better looking guys I had fuck me while I sucked off some of the others. That sort of thing."
"Who won?"
"She did. One of my guys just couldn't get it up with all the people watching and cheering and laughing at him."
"How old were you the first time you sucked a cock," Robin asked?
"I was sixteen, Ma'am."
"Tell me about it."
"It was the night of my Junior Prom, and I sucked off my date in the limo on the way back home."
"Did he cum in your mouth?"
"Yes."
"Did you swallow it?"
"No."
"And why not."
"I didn't know what happened when a boy came, and I spit him out when he started shooting in my mouth."
"How about eating girls?"
"Well, until the last few days here, there was only one girl I ever did that with."
"Tell me."
"When I was younger, my parents would hire baby sitters for me when they would go out to parties and things. When I was eight, they had found a seventeen year old high school girl to sit for me. She was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. She had a body like a model.
"I really liked her a lot because she played with me every time she sat right up until it was bath time and bed time. She never watched TV, or made me do homework or anything like that. I really looked up to her. She insisted on bathing me, though, right from the first night. She wouldn't let me undress myself either, saying that I was a Princess, and Princesses always had hand maidens who did these kinds of things for them.
"When I was naked, she would draw my bath, and help me into the tub, where she would use her soft hands to wash every part of me very carefully and gently. After the bath, she would wrap me up in a big fluffy towel and dry me off, but she wouldn't let me get dressed again. She would take my hand and lead me naked back to my bedroom.
"The first night she sat for me, she asked if I knew what I would look like when I got big like her. I told her no, and she offered to show me. Very slowly she began to take off all of her clothes until she was naked too.
"I remember staring at her huge breasts, her light tan hard nipples, and the dark curly hair that covered her privates. She saw me staring and said, 'You can touch me if you'd like,' and I did. I felt her soft firm breasts and the hair between her legs.
"She told me that one of the things that makes a Princess so special, was that they knew how to give a secret kiss. 'Only a Princess can give such a kiss,' she told me. Then she asked me, 'Would you like to play Princess with me?' I said yes, and she laid on her back across my bed and opened her legs. 'Kiss me here,' she told me, as she pointed to her privates. As I leaned forward to kiss her, I remember her placing her hands on the back of my head and guiding my face to her. She told me what I was to do.
"Every time she sat for me we played that game. It was our special secret between a Princess and her hand maiden. No one ever found out about it."
"Did she ever eat you?"
"Yes. The third or fourth night she sat for me she asked me if I wanted her to kiss me in our special Princess way. She told me that when she was my age, she had been a Princess too, and that she had a hand maiden who taught her the special kiss. She said she wanted me to learn why the kiss was so special. She didn't do it to me a lot. She said it was because it was something a Princess does for her hand maiden."
"What about doing anal?"
"I've never done anything like that."
"There's a first time for everything, slut. Everything " Robin commented.
"You've cleaned her out well, ladies," Robin asked.
"Yes, Mistress. Twice," they answered obediently. "She's clean."
"Good. I'm sure she'll appreciate what you did when it comes time she has to clean off the dildos."
jacquie and mynx laughed at the inside joke.
Robin held up a strap-on and said, "jacquie, get her propped up on the couch for me, and mynx, you can help get me into this."
jacquie positioned Jennifer on the couch so that she was kneeling on the cushions, her head up over the back, her legs wide, and instructed her to use her hands to pull her cheeks apart, offering up her tight little virgin sphincter. jacquie stood behind the couch with her hands bearing down on the girl's shoulders.
With the strap-on securely buckled in place, Robin went behind the couch and said, "I'll give you exactly one minute to get this nice and wet. I recommend that you do just that!"
"mynx, get her ready for me."
"Yes, Mistress."
mynx knelt between Jennifer's pale white cheeks and buried her face in the soft flesh, licking and rimming the tightly shuttered passage.
Jennifer's moans started up instantly as the strange new sensations caused by mynx's talented tongue flooded her head. Then her eyes grew wide in shock and disbelief when she caught sight of the phallus dangling in her face. Robin had chosen a monster for the girl's de-flowering. Clearly, she intended this to be a violent and painful act. Shiny black, a solid ten inches in length, two inches in diameter, with ropes of simulated veins along it's sides. it possessed the ability easily to rend the girl's anus.
She didn't need to be told twice, taking the solitary opportunity she had been granted, devouring the implement, ravenously licking and slobbering all over it, until Robin ripped it from her mouth. "Kiss it," Robin said, and we all watched as the girl paid tribute to the instrument of her pending anal rape.
"Open your ass cunt to me, slut," Robin commanded, as she waved mynx off. "Tell me how honored you are to be given the chance to offer up your anal flower up to me!"
Jennifer was shaking slightly. Her fingers slipping and straining to keep her fat buttocks parted. Vulnerable. Open. Degraded. I wasn't sure if she was searching for the correct words, or if she was hesitating, desperately trying to find a way to avoid the painful fate she was facing.
"Please, Ma'am, I..........I beg you. Use me as you wish. Let..........let me tr.....try and prove myself to you. Please, rape my ass. I'm proud to have saved my ass so that you may be the first to take me there."
Robin grasped hold of Jennifer's meaty hips with both hand and nodded to mynx, who grabbed the strap on with both hands and lined it up so it was lightly pressing against it's intended target. Nothing happened for a few seconds, which I suppose was intentional, adding to Jennifer's raging anxiety. Then, without warning, Robin pulled back on the slave's hips, while at the same time pushing forward with all of her weight, and buried the cock to the hilt in one wicked rending thrust.
Jennifer's blood curdling scream was ear shattering as the searing pain of being sodomized so violently for the first time vented through her vocal cords. Instinctively she tried to pull away, but between jacquie's grip on her shoulders, the back of the couch, and Robin's hold on her hips, she had been left with no avenue of escape. There was to be no respite either, as Robin pulled all the way out, mynx grabbed the plastic cock again, re-aligned it, and Robin penetrated her anew.
This was repeated over and over again with a strict rhythmic accuracy. Jennifer was wailing and thrashing about. Her pendulous black and blue covered breasts swaying obscenely. With a look and nod to me from Robin, I replaced jacquie in front, grabbing hold of her by the hair on both sides of her head, as jacquie took hold of my cock and fed it into Jennifer's mouth. I pounded her throat keeping time with Robin's anal assault, causing her to gag and spit up as I slammed into the back of her throat with each thrust. She puked and tried to pull her mouth away, but my grip was too strong, so her face was soon covered by the acrid vomit.
When Robin and I went to switch holes, I could see the nauseating mixture of blood and shit stained mucous on the shiny dildo. Robin yanked the girl's head up by her hair so she could see what she was about to be fed, while I alternated fucking her pussy and her gaping bloody asshole.
The scene was too overwhelming. I wasn't able to last very long, and announced, "I'm gonna cum."
Robin grabbed me by my arm and pulled me quickly around to the girl's face, so I could dump my load in her mouth. Sated, I fell back against the couch.
Robin resumed throat fucking her, while mynx and jacquie assaulted her cunt and ass with vicious brutality using their dry unlubed fists. Jennifer was shaking as she came repeatedly. I got it up two more times, fucking her holes freely and spilling in her mouth, as we abused her for the better part of an hour.
Robin kept at it until the helpless young girl finally passed out. She ordered her two slaves to drag her out on the lawn, where they were to tie her to stakes, spread eagled on her back, hose her down, and leave her there for the night.
The various torments Jennifer bravely endured lasted the entire week until, at last, it was time for her to face her probationary week review. jacquie and mynx stood naked on either side of Jennifer, as she knelt, naked as well, head bowed, knees spread wide on the lawn in the bright sunlight. I was seated with Robin in the shade on the porch sipping iced tea and watching the three naked slaves baking in the unforgiving rays of the relentless sun. Robin made a point of making them wait for her for well over thirty minutes.
I studied Jennifer, who, even from that distance, had obviously suffered a interminably long week of terrible tortures, abuses, and torments. Her young body bore a myriad of angry bruises, black and blue marks, lacerations, scrapes, and swellings. But it was her giant breasts, however, that had been the obvious recipient of the bulk of her suffering. From where I was sitting, I couldn't find even one square inch of undamaged skin on either udder. It would be quite sometime before they didn't bear painful witness to her ordeal.
At long last, Robin stood up, and walked down the steps, never taking her eyes from her submissives. With a nod, Robin indicated to her slaves that she wanted Jennifer upright. Each of the girls grabbed a tit and yanked her to her feet. Jennifer yelped in pain as she quickly got up.
Robin dismissed jacquie and mynx with a casual almost imperceptible wave of her hand and slowly walked around Jenifer, eying the visual testaments she bore to her week of servitude.
"Play with yourself, cunt," Robin ordered.
Jennifer's right hand moved obediently to her pussy and began a slow methodical rotation.
"I shouldn't need to remind you that you are never to cum unless having been told to do so."
"Of course, Ma'am."
Robin watched patiently as the hyper-horny girl fought against the release that was rapidly building in her, and that she so desperately craved. Jennifer's hand slowed it's teasing just a little and Robin slapped her hard across the face when she caught the infraction. "You weren't told to stop, were you?"
"No, Ma'am." Jennifer's hand picked up the pace again.
"You're a fucking useless stupid fat cow." Robin growled at her.
Jennifer's display of obedience was truly impressive, kneeling as she was with four pairs of eyes watching her masturbate.
"Cum for me, my little slut," Robin hissed a few moments later. And before Jennifer could say anything in response, she started shaking violently as the spasms took hold of her and she toppled over on her side, her right hand still furiously rubbing herself to nirvana.
When the waves had finally subsided, Robin said, "On your knees."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"I must say," Robin began, "That I didn't think you'd follow through with all of this. But, you have proven me wrong in my initial assessments of you. Tell me now, what your thoughts are."
"It.....it was far more intense than I ever could have imagined it to be, Ma'am. My mind was constantly being ripped in all directions, from pain and humiliation, to pride and joy, and everything in between. I.....I've never felt so......so complete, so myself. Does that sound crazy? Am I crazy?"
"No, little one. Not at all. Believe me when I tell you that I understand completely what you mean.
"Does this mean you wish to be formally trained as a slave?"
"Yes, oh yes. Please. I....I ehhhh, I mean if it would please you, Ma'am."
"Alright then. You'll need to get your affairs in order, as you won't be able to have any contact with anyone from your past life for about three months. How you do that is your problem. Go home and take care of it.
"I'll need you back here Monday morning by 9:00. Dress however you wish, but you will have no need of any toiletries, cosmetics, or clothes other than what you will be wearing.
"Now go!"
As we watched Jennifer drive away, Robin said, "I'll need to make a few calls and get someone up here to pick her up and take her down to the city. I'll send jacquie and mynx with her. Would you call your soldier friend and see if he' be interested in a slave like her for some videos? I'm thinking some public humiliation, interracial, gang bang stuff. Nothing violent."
"Sure," I replied. "They're always looking for new talent. anyway.
"What about us," I added quickly?
"Oh, I was thinking that we could have a little one on one time together, just the two of us for a while," she said, as she grabbed my crotch, smiling.
|
|
|