EMMA'S ENSLAVERY

Chapter 1.

Emma had been working in North Queensland six months. She had come here as a backpacker and enjoyed the sunshine, so much so she overstayed her visa. Unfortunately the fruitpicking and other jobs dried up once she became an illegal immigrant. Immigration knew about people overstaying and checked the farms regularly, hence Emma was stuck in Townsville. She was broke and her open ended ticket had run out.

With no way of getting home and no money Emma was worried. Then came came the offer.

Lizzy walked into the pub and saw Emma sipping water, and could, by the way she was dressed see she was a backpacker, and looked broke. Lizzy quickly looked the girl over: 5'6", blonde sun bleached hair, perky 34C tits, and a good tan that only the tropics could provide. Lizzy ordered a beer.

"Short of cash, darl?" came the strong Aussie accent.

"Yes I am." came the timid reply.

"I could fix you up." said the heavily tattooed forty-something woman.

"Yes?" said Emma.

"We can discuss it at my place, its easy work and well paid…in the entertainment industry."

Emma was suspicious but had little choice. Lizzy finished her schooner of beer.

"Come on then girly….lets go."

"What's your name?" asked Lizzy.

"Err… Emma," came the reply, as she walked towards the new v8 Holden.

"Get in." said Lizzy.

Lizzy drove for about fifteen minutes to a house on a large hill overlooking the ocean and pulled into the garage. Her mood suddenly changed.

"Get out you pommie slut." Lizzy nastily hissed.

Emma looked mortified. She froze in shock. Lizzy dragged her out by the hair. Slapped her hard and dragged her to a spare bedroom. The room was bare, no carpet, or furnishings, just a bare wooden table, a wooden chair, and a cupboard. Emma suddenly found her voice after having been too shocked to scream.

"Fuck off bitch." Emma yelled.

Lizzy slapped her hard again then quickly stripped the girl, pulling off her skirt and panties, and then ripping off her blouse and bra. The girl was yelling abuse and beginning to cry. The taller, stronger Lizzy then cuffed Emma's hands behind her back and bent her over the table. She stood back to admire the girl's smooth tanned arse and g-string tan lines.

"You are my slut now Emma, and will whore for me. My friend Mike will escort you to your appointments and make sure you are safe. You will give him the money and I will keep your portion safe for you. When you have the airfare you can leave. But for now I need to reinforce our business relationship."

With that Lizzy went to the cupboard and pulled out a large strapon dildo and a riding crop. The dildo she quickly strapped on; double ended so the wearer inserted a smaller dildo in her own pussy, the receiver to take the much larger end, 9" and thick. Lizzy whacked the crop across the quietly sobbing girl's arse.

"Spread your legs bitch!" she yelled at the sobbing girl.

Emma looked round to see the older tattooed woman naked and wearing the large plastic phallus, and screamed. Lizzy whipped Emma on the arse again, then roughly pulled the girls legs apart, grabbed her by the hips and started to slowly fuck the girl's dry sex.

"You are dry slut!" said Lizzy feeling the resistance.

But Emma started to moisten. Meanwhile Lizzy was very wet and feeling the protrusion in her slutty pussy. As Emma's pussy began to betray her the older woman was able to force more and more of the plastic prong into the young girl. Emma was by no means a virgin; indeed she had recently sampled some of the local Aussie talent in her travels. But never had she had something as large as this. As Lizzy shoved faster she began to feel her impending orgasm. The older woman started to cum and leaned down to grasp Emma's breasts. She forced the hard prong up the sobbing girl and held it, the other end firmly held by her pulsating vagina. Lizzy quickly withdrew and unstrapped her favourite toy.

"Time to get you some work slut," Lizzy said, as she left the room and locked it behind her.

Emma lay and sobbed. She felt violated and sore. Her arse stung from the crop. She just wanted to leave, but knew she would be deported. And Lizzy frightened her. The big woman had looked and felt like a man as she fucked her, and Emma was ashamed she had gotten wet to accommodate her. Emma stood up and crawled up on the table as best she could. She rolled into a ball and cried.

Lizzy meanwhile was calling a regular client. She offered the price and made the deal, then put the phone down and smiled. At that moment Mike walked in and Lizzy informed him of the latest events. As Mike poured Lizzy a scotch he too smiled.

Lizzy threw open the door. "Get up slut. You have an outcall. One hour. $200. Half is yours for the airfare."

Lizzy uncuffed the girl and threw a small white crop top and black skirt at her, dropped red high heels at her feet.

"Get dressed bitch." Lizzy ordered.

Emma quickly dressed as Lizzy watched. Lizzy was getting wet again watching the girl dress. She was starting to regret her financial transaction. Emma noticed a man at the door as she stood and straightened her top.

"This is Mike. He will drive you to the appointment. The client is a regular and shouldn't be any problem. Oh and so you know the client gets straight sex and head, nothing else. And you ring Mike once you are inside to let him know you are ok. If he doesn't get a call one hour later he'll kick the door in and come looking for you. You got it?"

"Yes," Emma said, resigned to her fate.

"I suppose I have to do it."

"You do Emma. Unless you want to be deported." said Lizzy.

Emma sat nervously in the car as Mike drove. He had given her a small black purse containing a phone and numerous condoms. Emma was scared and nervous and still reliving the violation by the cruel Lizzy. She didn't want to do this but she knew it wouldn't take long to earn the air fare home in this type of work. Emma was disgusted with herself but hoped it would be over quickly. She was a sexually aware young woman and hoped she could use her charms to make the client cum quickly. Soon they arrived at the luxury house in the exclusive neighbourhood.

"Ok get out." said Mike. "Ring me when you get in and things look ok. Note the time and ring me one hour after that. If I don't hear from you I'll come for you." Mike grinned.

Emma got out of the car.

"Oh and by the way….the client is Mr B," Mike said out the window.

Emma approached the house and rang the doorbell. When the door opened a man in his mid thirties stood there. He looked to be about 5'7" medium build with a lived in face, blonde short hair, but nice looking in a way. Emma stood just as tall as him in her heels.

"You must be Emma, please come in," he said. "Make your phone call to Mike while I pour you a white wine. Then we'll get down to some fun."

Mr B was dressed in a blue silk robe, and began to get hard as he thought of things to come and of Emma's impending surprise.

Emma phoned Mike and spoke to him to say all was ok. As she was speaking to Mike, Mr B gave her a glass of chardonnay and took the phone from her. He spoke briefly to Mike then hung up and gave the phone to Emma. She hadn't been able to hear what was said.

"Cheers Emma."

Mr B clinked her glass with his own and smiled, then led Emma to the master bedroom by the hand and stood close to her as she finished her wine. Emma smiled nervously but so far Mr B seemed nice and had been the perfect gentleman.

"Finish the wine Emma and get undressed." Mr B said pleasantly. "Oh and here is your money."

Emma quickly counted it and found an extra $100. She frowned.

"Yes Emma that isn't a tip. I asked Mike for extras….for the extra I get to cuff you."

"Err…but you won't hurt me?"

"Of course not Emma. Now how 'bout you strip and show me that beautiful body of yours."

Emma gulped down the last of the wine, placed the glass down on the bedside table, and hurriedly undressed. She was embarrassed and in no way trying to be provocative. Ironically she wanted Mr B to cum quickly so she might leave sooner. Mr B slipped off his robe showing Emma his hard and thick erection, then went to the chest of drawers and retrieved his cuffs.

"I suggest you roll the condom on before I cuff you Emma…it might be a bit tricky afterwards." Mr B grinned.

Emma dutifully reached for her bag, pulled out a condom and rolled it on to his throbbing cock. She was reluctant to handle his hard tool but slightly aroused at the same time. At this stage she was kneeling in front of him and his cock swelled as he looked down at her submissive position.

"Get on the bed Emma…face down and hands above your head," he ordered, which she did obediently but with a look that bordered on fear.

He swiftly cuffed her to the cast iron bedhead, and then stood back. Next, he reached for some duct tape and quickly put some over her mouth. Emma tried to struggle and scream but he was too swift.

Mr B stood back to admire his handiwork. He had thought for some time about this moment and spent a little time savouring it. Emma turned her head to glare but he could see the fear in her eyes.

"Emma I have a surprise for you. I am about to phone Mike and tell him it is done and he can leave." Mr B quickly retrieved Emma's phone, dialed the number, and spoke a few quiet words that Emma did not catch. Next Emma heard a car start outside and drive off.

"You heard, Emma, didn't you? Mike has gone. You see the money in your purse is still mine. Lizzy is an old friend and we decided I wanted a lot of your time…so much so that I decided to lease you…long term."

With that Mr B closed the double glazed window. Emma tried to scream through the duct tape, her eyes beginning to form tears. Mr B just laughed.

"Scream Emma. No one will hear you. For some time, in the near future, I will have to hurt you as you will try to fight me, try to escape. Eventually you will realize that it is hopeless. Eventually you will come to enjoy being with me. I know you don't believe that now, but very soon I will start your training. Very soon Emma."

Emma looked at the naked man with a mixture of shock and naked fear, moaning through the tape. He put his robe back on and left the room.

He was soon back with a wicked looking cane of thin bamboo. He slowly dragged it down over her smooth back as she turned her head away and whimpered. Suddenly he struck, and struck hard across her naked buttocks. Emma tried to scream through her gag. Mr B ripped off the tape.

"I like to hear you scream, Emma. The room is soundproofed. It just looked so sexy with you unable to talk."

With that he struck again across the thighs. The girl tried not to remain quiet and moaned in pain. He struck again and again across her back, arse and thighs until she couldn't hold back and began screaming again.

"If I like something it's best you do it, Emma."

Mr B was ready now. He'd discarded the condom and was very hard, his cock throbbing and coated in precum. Emma rolled her head to look just as he moved over to lie on top of her. Mr B roughly pulled her thighs apart and began to shove his thick cock into her surprisingly wet cunt.

"Mmmm, Emma, you are wet you slut. You like a big thick cock don't you?"

Emma moaned as he entered her and began to sob. Mr B began to pump her violated pussy.

Mr B whispered in her ear, "Tell me you like it Emma, that you want it, beg for my cock Emma!!"

"Please Mr B!!!" she pleaded.

He twisted her head by the hair and kissed her mouth hard, biting her lower lip.

"Beg slut!" he whispered nastily as he continued to fuck her.

"Please fuck me." the girl sobbed.

Mr B reached around to grope the girl's pert breasts, pulling hard on her nipples. Emma screamed. This made Mr B all the more excited and he pumped harder, getting close to climax.

"Gonna cum slut," he said casually as he fed his seed into her.

Mr B withdrew without a word, patted her sore and red arse and left the room.

He soon returned, naked, to find Emma quietly sobbing. She glanced at him as he came in. He said nothing but simply flipped her on her back twisting the cuffs painfully. Mr. B then mounted her and violently raped her. She would always remember the mix of lust, frustration and anger in his eyes. It frightened her. He dismounted from Emma. He had cum in her and she was worried about protection.

"How was that my slut?" he asked. Emma continued to sob quietly.

"Stop that crying bitch!"

Mr B grabbed the cane and whipped the girl. Whipped her with all his pent up fury. Emma screamed and writhed as the blows rained down on her. The strokes across her breasts were the most intense pain of her life.

Mr B stopped after a minute, panting. He threw a bikini at her and uncuffed her.

"Get dressed you brazen whore," he whispered nastily.

He watched the girl quickly dress, blushing at his blatant leering. She was ashamed, sore, and aroused all at the same time. Her emotions were in turmoil.

"Ok bitch time to feed me…and if it isn't good I'll flog you again."

Mr B dragged Emma to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat at the couch, able to watch her in the kitchen. Suddenly she made a run for the back door. Mr B simply laughed as she frantically twisted the handle.

"It's deadlocked slut. Just like you will be. Now get on with dinner whore."

Emma was crestfallen and began to sob, and resigned, began looking in the pantry and fridge.

"What would you like?"

"What would you like, Sir." said Mr B as he flicked on the TV.

"What would you like Sir?" Emma mimicked.

"Cook me a steak slut. With salad. Medium rare. Oh and there's a dog bowl in the pantry, put some dry dog food in it."

The girl prepared the meal for the man and poured the dry food in the bowl. She placed the plate on the coffee table and stood nervously.

"Get the bowl of dog food and put it at my feet slut."

The girl complied hoping he would release her soon. She placed the bowl at his feet wondering where his dog was, and hoping he would let her eat too.

"Ok slut, eat your meal," he commanded.

Emma looked confused at first, but then it dawned upon her. The idea of eating from the bowl disgusted her, but she wanted to please the man. She really hoped he'd let her go. She obediently got down and began to eat from the bowl. Mr B looked down as he drank his beer, a doting smile spreading over his face. He would keep this one, his dirty whore forever. He knew she would learn in time…knew she was being good now, thinking she might soon be released. That wasn't going to happen.

"Few mates coming round to watch the footy slut. Be a good girl and you might get early release." Mr B lied.

Emma felt a surge of hope as she finished the dry dog food.

"Oh sir, I'll be so good! I promise." Emma quickly removed her bowl and her Master's plate. She brought him another beer and knelt at his feet, hoping to please him.

"Hmmm you are learning slut." Mr B smiled down at the hopeful Emma.

Chapter 2.

The girl had been locked in a spare bedroom, similar to the one at Lizzy's. No carpet, just bare concrete floor, a cupboard, and various eye bolts and chains attached to the floor, walls and ceiling. In the centre of the room was a vinyl covered bench similar to a masseuse's table, but with various buckles and straps attached. A bucket was in the corner of the room, and she shamefully had to use it. She had pissed and shit in the bucket when she could take no more. She was not sure how long she had been there but it was only an hour or so. Mr B walked in.

"Mmmm, I can smell you used the bucket slut. Will have to clean you now bitch. Get the bucket and follow me."

Mr B walked out the door to the bathroom.

"Tip it in the toilet then clean it and yourself in the bath," he said.

Mr B watched as she tipped the contents of the bucket in the toilet and flushed it, and then rinsed the bucket in the bath. She filled the tub, stripped off the bikini and got in, trying not to notice Mr B standing at the door stroking himself.

"Hurry up slut, my friends will be here soon."

Emma washed quickly, hoping to please him. She got out of the bath looking for a towel.

"No towel slut. And no clothes. You are naked for the night."

Mr B laughed. Emma blushed.

Next Emma was dragged to the lounge room. The door bell rang and Emma was ordered to answer it naked. Mike laughed as the naked Emma answered the door.

"Nice, Mr B, got her in training already I see." Mike laughed.

"Yeah… get us both a beer slut." Mr B ordered.

Mike and Mr B sat on the couch. Emma grabbed two beers and sat nervously on the floor at Mr B's feet.

"See she's learning fast Mr B," Mike said.

"Yeah…She's hoping for parole." Mr B chuckled.

He stood and pushed aside the coffee table.

"Hands and knees bitch…you are our coffee table for the night."

Both men chuckled as Emma meekly complied. They put their beers on her, and Mr B rested an ashtray on her and lit a smoke. The men ignored her as the game started. Emma tried to keep still as the men slopped beer and ashes on her. She shivered when the cold bottles were placed on her warm skin. Her knees began to ache and every now and then Mr B would thrust a finger in her pussy as Mike laughed. At one stage he put the unlit end of a cigarette in her pussy, and waited till she began to squirm from the heat as it burned down, only to remove it at the last moment.

The door bell rang again, so the girl was allowed to answer it. She opened the door to find Lizzy standing there. Lizzy was in denim jeans and jacket carrying a 6 pack. Lizzy grabbed Emma firmly round the neck and gave her a sloppy kiss.

"Sorry I'm late." Lizzy said.

She pulled a beer and threw the others in the fringe. Emma quickly shut the front door, ashamed of her nakedness. Mr B simply gave her a look and she meekly kneeled back in front of the couch. Lizzy flopped down beside Mike. Emma glanced and noticed the bulge in Lizzy's jeans. Lizzy looked down and giggled.

"Yes bitch I'm strapped up and ready to go. Mr B says Mikey and I can have some fun with you at half time." She laughed.

Emma glanced at the TV and saw that half time was a mere two minutes away.

The half finished and Lizzy stood. Mike stood as well. Mike simply lowered his pants but Lizzy took the time to strip completely. They removed the crap off their improvised table. Mr B stood and laughed, enjoying the girl's discomfort. Mike slipped on a condom, spat in his hand and wiped it on his hard tool, then lay down on the couch. Lizzy grabbed the girl by the shoulders and forced the girl onto his hard cock, embedding Mike in her pussy. Lizzy produced a jar of Vaseline from her bag and began to smear it on the dildo as Mike began to hump the young girl. Lizzy got on the couch and guided the plastic prong into Emma's virgin arse. Emma screamed. Mr B laughed.

"Enjoying yourself Emma?" Mr B asked.

Emma looked pitifully at Mr B. Lizzy slapped her hard.

"Answer him bitch!" Lizzy snarled. "I sold you to Mr B and expect you to respect him!"

Lizzy thrust harder as Mike eased his cock in and out of Emma's slick cunt.

"Hurry you two." Mr B said casually. "Half time is nearly over."

Mike began thrusting harder, as did Lizzy, and despite herself Emma was getting wet. Lizzy could feel the dildo going in easier.

"Getting wet slut?" Lizzy whispered nastily. "Gonna cum for me bitch?"

Lizzy moaned and came as she gripped the girl's breasts. Suddenly Emma came, without expectation she cried out. Lizzy kissed the girl hard on the neck as Emma moaned the betrayal of her own body. Lizzy stood up and grinned, then grabbed the girl by the arm and pulled her off Mike and on to the floor. All three of her tormentors laughed. Lizzy dressed. Mr B then grabbed Emma and forced her onto his lap. Emma could feel his hard cock. Lizzy grabbed more beers and they sat and watched the footy. Soon the game was over.

"You didn't get to cum did you Mikey?" Lizzy asked.

"No." Mike replied simply.

"Awwww, maybe Mr B will let you have a special treat. You've been good lately."

Lizzy stood and whispered in Mr B's ear. Mr B simply nodded and stood, toppling Emma onto the couch. He then sat in an armchair to watch, slowly sipping a beer and smoking. Lizzy grabbed a pair of cuffs and cuffed Emma's hands behind her back and sat her in the middle of the couch.

"I suppose I should explain, Emma," said Lizzy as she stripped and re-strapped on the dildo.

Mike too was eagerly stripping off his clothes.

"Mikey here was 19 when he was convicted and did a five year stretch for GBH. A pub brawl. Thought he was a real hard bastard. That was until he met my now ex-husband who's doing 20 years for armed robbery. Mikey here very quickly became my hubby's bitch in prison. When my hubby and I decided to split, Mikey was due out, so I sorta got him as part of the divorce settlement." Lizzy guffawed loudly.

"OK Mikey, bend over!" Lizzy ordered.

Mike bent over with his hands against the wall, his throbbing cock inches from Emma's face. Lizzy stood behind Mike and slowly slid the strap-on up his arse.

"You know the rules Mikey….ask nicely now."

"Please Miss Lizzy, please wank me off." Mike grunted as Lizzy fucked him.

Lizzy reached round and began stroking his thick erection in time with her ever quickening thrusts. Emma was disgusted by the display happening inches from her face, yet could not look away. Mr B sat impassively, not watching the action, but instead noting how Emma was reacting. He could tell she was sickened and degraded by what was happening but that she felt compelled to watch. Although Lizzy used it as a reward, she loved to fuck her Mikey with the strap-on. Powerfully built and in his late twenties, it turned her on immensely to know that he craved to be her obedient bitch. Lizzy could feel his cock throbbing and swelling yet more. She knew he was close.

"Don't you move your face, Emma." Lizzy grunted in time with her thrusts.

"Oh yes Miss Lizzy…I'm gonna cum!" Mike gasped.

Lizzy made one final brutal thrust, reached round and grabbed Emma by the hair and furiously jerked Mike off on Emma's face. Spurt after spurt of hot cum splattered on Emma's cheeks, down her chin and dribbled onto her tits. Emma screwed up her face in disgust, but Mr B noted the way her pussy glistened with its own special dew. Lizzy squeezed the last few drops out of Mike's now semi-flaccid penis. She withdrew the strapon and stood back.

"Look at the mess you've made of Mr B's bitch Mikey!" Lizzy chided. "Clean it up!" Mike obediently knelt down and meekly began licking his own sperm from the young girl.

"Mikey learned to like the taste of cum in prison, Emma." Lizzy chuckled.

Emma was in a state of confusion. She desperately wanted this man's filth removed from her body, but was repulsed at the way in which it was being done. As she closed her eyes so as to not have to see, it felt strangely erotic as Mike began to lick his sperm from her neck. When Mike reached her lips and spent a little too long there, he suddenly felt a stunning blow to the side of the head. Lizzy had belted him with the dildo.

"Don't you be a bad boy now Mikey." Lizzy warned.

"Sorry Miss."

"Hurry up and finish. You need to drive one of the girls to an appointment." Lizzy grumbled.

Mike got up, dressed and quickly left the house. By this stage Lizzy too was dressed but didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Mr B, who hadn't spoken in some time rose from his armchair.

"Time for more training slut."

Chapter 3.

Emma was picked up by the two of them and dragged to the spare bedroom. Unbeknownst to her, the drink she had been given during the second half of the game had been heavily laced with the sedative diazepam, and she was beginning to feel quite drowsy. She was easy to handle as they strapped her to the vinyl padded bench. Her wrists and ankles were buckled with leather cuffs which were attached to ropes that ran through pulleys at the corners of the bench and were tied to cleats bolted to its solid wooden legs. The bench also had several seat belt type straps arranged up the sides. Emma was now flat on her back, spreadeagled, and strapped down tightly across her midriff. She felt very tired and could barely keep her eyes open, despite the traumas of the past 24 hours. Mr B gently leaned down and began sucking on each of Emma's nipples in turn. Emma tried to shake her head and moan half-hearted protests, but she was too tired to attempt any resistance. Next Mr B started rubbing her nipples with ice cubes. Emma's pert little nipples began to distend. Meanwhile, Lizzy had been busy. She'd wiped the needle with an alcohol swab and done the same with the "barbell" type studs that would initially be used. Mr B took the ice away and Lizzy quickly swabbed the girl's nipples with the alcohol. Everything was ready.

Despite her drowsiness, Emma screamed as the needle pierced her left nipple. Lizzy quickly and expertly pulled it out and replaced it with the stud wiping away the few drops of blood with another alcohol swab, eliciting another scream from Emma. The process was quickly repeated on the right nipple. Emma's body which had been straining against her bonds collapsed back onto the bench and she fell into a deep sleep. Lizzy quickly packed her implements and both she and Mr B left the room. Mr B thanked Lizzy for her help, showed her to the front door, and then retired for the evening.

Mr B was up early the next morning, and after coffee, went to check on Emma. The girl was still asleep and Mr B began to gently caress her exposed sex. The girl slowly began to stir, and as he centred on her clit she let out a soft moan. Slowly her eyes opened.

"Good Morning, Emma." Mr B said smiling down at her. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm still very tired…and my tits are very sore," she said groggily.

Slowly the events of the previous evening came back to her, as did the realisation that the better behaved she was the sooner she might be released to continue more routine escort work.

"Are you hungry Emma?"

"Oh yes! Very. Can I fix you something to eat?"

"Sure Emma. Perhaps we can eat by the pool and have a swim as well."

Mr B unbuckled the restraints and gave Emma a skimpy white bikini which showed off her tan nicely. He then surprised her with a wrap around sarong for her to put on, and then led her up to the kitchen for breakfast.

"What would you like for breakfast Mr B?" Emma asked.

"Oh how 'bout we both have yogurt and cereal with coffee and orange juice. You can sit at the table with me Emma."

Mr B flashed a smile at Emma and then returned to his paper.

Emma was confused. Was this the man who only yesterday had chained her to a bed and violated her? Beaten and humiliated her? Watched as others had raped and degraded her? Emma was in turmoil but knew for now that if she kept him happy her release back to Lizzy might come sooner, and more importantly she might avoid yet more violent and degrading attention.

Emma made breakfast and took it on a tray out to the pool. Mr B sat at the table as they ate together, he reading the paper, Emma eating in silence. After a few moments Emma broached the subject that had been worrying her.

"Mr B…uhmm…how long will I be staying with you? Will I earn enough to pay for a flight home?"

Mr B folded his paper and put it down. "We'll talk about it after breakfast and a swim, ok?"

Emma seemed satisfied and cleaned up the dishes. She came back out onto the back deck, dropped her sarong and dived in the pool. Mr B stripped off his shirt and quickly followed wearing a pair of boardshorts. Emma was happy to just frolic in the water while Mr B did a few laps. After 10 minutes or so, Mr B sidled up behind the oblivious Emma, grabbing her round the waist. At first Emma tensed but quickly reminded herself to relax. She just hoped that he would leave her tits alone, because despite the soothing water, her nipples were still very tender. He grabbed Emma's hand and pushed it down the front of his boardshorts where despite the cool water, Mr B was indeed very hard. Emma began to wank him as he pulled aside her g-string and fondled her pussy. He edged Emma to the side of the pool, all the while stroking her clit. Emma rested both forearms on the edge of the pool as Mr B ripped open the Velcro on the front of his boardshorts. Excruciatingly slowly, he began entering Emma from behind. She was floating on the cock inside her and despite her misgivings it felt good. Emma buried her head in her arms and began to moan. It felt good for Mr B too. Alternating between the cool water and the beautiful young girl's hot pussy felt great. He leaned forward to nibble on her earlobe.

"Mmmmmm, harder please Mr B Sir. Please fuck me harder." Emma moaned.

Mr B said nothing but simply fulfilled her wish, beginning to speed up and reaching round to gently stroke her hard and sensitive little nub. Emma groaned in pleasure.

"Cum now Emma, cum my beautiful little whore." Mr B whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhhh yes Sir! Yes Sir! I'm cumming!" Emma squealed delightedly, throwing her head back.

Mr B made one final lunge and gently bit her neck as his cum spurted into the pussy spasming on his cock. They stayed like that for a minute or two. Emma then turned in his arms and hungrily kissed him.

"Thank you Sir." Emma smiled impishly and climbed out of the pool. Mr B watched the girl wrap herself in the sarong and smiled inwardly to himself wondering if she would be quite so content in an hour or two.

Chapter 4.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A nice nap Sir?" Emma giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Emma looked puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry Sir." Emma whimpered.

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

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

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

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

"Yes Sir." Emma replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He unzipped his shorts releasing his semi-hard cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get yourself off with your hand Emma."

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

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