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"Servile Sluts"
by
Jay Merson

Copyright. Jay Merson 2002
 The right of Jay Merson to be identified as the author of this book
has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the
Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988.


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The houses that made up the private road were large and grand. Their
size and location portrayed the wealth and the rich lifestyles that
the owners enjoyed in the sumptuous surroundings. Neatly tended lawns
and borders filled with expensive shrubs, all tended by the employed
gardeners who earned so well in road.
Edward Raynes got out of his car that was parked in the long driveway,
walked smartly up to big polished mahogany door and pressed the solid
brass bell push. His tailor-made suit in deep black and the leather
document folder he carried under his arm were in total keeping with
the class of house for his visit.
Neat and petite, slim and well presented, she was lovely, her impish
face and haughty manner delighted him as she opened the door and stood
back to allow him entry. He followed, his eyes roaming her neat
backside as it shifted within the tight knee-length skirt that she
wore. The thin pale-blue blouse showed clearly the black strap of her
bra beneath and the dark nylon stockings that covered her shapely
calves and heels.
She stood whilst he settled himself on the deeply cushioned settee,
unhurried and revelling in her impatience as he opened the folder and
prepared himself to speak.
"Mrs. Geraldine Lancaster-Symes, twenty-eight and married."
She sighed to express her impatience further.
"Yes," she said shifting the weight to one leg so that her narrow hips
and tight buttocks were accentuated. "I am twenty-eight years old and
yes I am married, but you know all of this so why is it necessary to
repeat?"
He looked up at her, his eyes moving from her legs, slowly up over her
thighs and waist, lingering on her breasts as they pushed hard against
her tight blouse and up to her pretty face. Unhurried and deliberate
his gaze roamed her lustfully, transmitting silently pounding sexual
desire and thrill. She throbbed inwardly at the base and lewd way this
man was ogling her, hungry and basic, his sexual need obvious in his
leering gaze and knowing smile. It delighted her to be mentally
undressed by this stranger; her nipples tingled and rose to erection
as she stared back, matching his gaze arrogantly.
"Because," he stated firmly with a hint of irritation sounding in his
voice, "I must first establish that I am talking to the correct person
or much embarrassment would be the result."
She nodded her acceptance and waited.
"Stand up straight!" he snapped and watched.
She gave a little gasp and complied, her back straight and head up,
breasts forcing hard against the thin material of her blouse.
"Hands behind your back," he prompted curtly. "Why did you apply to my
organisation? "
She trembled slightly and stumbled in her words.
"Because I felt - still feel - the need."
"To be fucked?"
She gasped aloud and shivered as the thumping excitement flooded
through her. No one had ever spoken to her in such a base and crude
fashion, words that knew of but had never used or heard used in the
social circles in which she moved. Her husband Damien, ever polite and
socially correct would rather die than say such things to her. So
thrilling and exciting it was to be spoken to in such a way and by a
complete stranger; she felt a slight contraction deep in her vulva
that brought a charge of sensation stabbing through her.
"Yes," she admitted softly.
"Louder!" he barked angrily and shifted forward in his seat. " Louder
and say the word yourself."
She started back in surprise at his loud command and hesitated.
Geraldine cleared her throat and spoke.
"Fuck," she said almost inaudibly.
"Louder! "
"Fuck," she almost shouted and her face flushed, her heart was
pounding hard in her chest and she felt her pussy moisten.
"Better," he coaxed in a gentle voice. "Turn around."
She turned as instructed and waited, aware that his eyes would be
moving over her legs and body, lingering on the firm swell of her
buttocks as they pushed against her designer skirt just as she had
felt he was when he had arrived.
"Did you get fucked last night?"
She gasped and bit her bottom lip then answered.
"No. My husband Damien isn't too keen on..."
"When I want information I will ask for it. Until then just answer the
question, did you get fucked last night? Did you get a cock up your
little pussy?"
She sighed aloud and answered, her voice wavering as the pulsing
excitement surged through her entire body.
"No, I didn't get fucked last night."
He grunted his approval at her reply and said evenly.
"Turn and face me, undo the front of your blouse."
She turned, her red-painted fingernails fumbling nervously at the top
button of her blouse.
"You wrote on your application form that you want to be mistreated and
commanded, that your strict upbringing contained no sex. That your
husband is unadventurous and over-polite - quite boring in fact is
that right? "
"Yes," she said aloud and pulled the two halves of her blouse apart to
show her neat breasts pushed upward and together by the small tight
bra; creating a deep swell of firm inviting flesh. She took a deep
breath as his eyes moved to her firm cleavage; the thumping excitement
rushed through her in rapid and powerful waves of extreme delight. A
dismissive wave of his hand urged her to remove the blouse completely
and she did as she was bid.
"Serving can be hard and painful. Are you sure that you are ready for
that slut?"
She gasped at his words.
"Yes, yes I am."
"Master, you will call me master. The bra, take it off."
"Yes, master."
Her small delicate hands slipped up behind her back to release the
catch and allow her lacy black bra to fall away to the floor. The
charge she received from displaying her naked breasts to him gave a
series of shuddering spasms in her vulva and hardened clitoris. His
eyes inspected the firm orbs silently; the way her perfectly formed
rosy nipples jutted out proudly from her neat breasts.
"Repeat after me as you remove your skirt," he said his voice sounding
thick and excited. "Cock."
"Cock."
"Punishment," he said easily and continued. "For failure to use my
title you will be punished. Now continue, Pussy."
"Pussy, master."
He nodded his approval and watched as she freed the catch and dropped
her skirt to the floor. Slim legs and slender well-shaped thighs
encased in black hold-up stockings that contrasted against the creamy
white skin of her upper thighs. Tight white panties pulled tightly
across the mound of her mons to show the outline of her pussy lips and
the dark thatch of pubic hair beneath.
He grunted his approval and motioned with his finger that she should
stand next him.
"Have you ever sucked cock my rich little bitch?"
"No master," she said nervously, her expression portraying her disgust
at the very thought. His hand came up to rest on the firm curve of her
buttocks; his fingers began caressing her through the thin silky
panties. Thick fingers tracing down the crease between her firm young
buttocks and edging ever nearer toward her labia.
Geraldine was breathing fast, the heady excitement of being ordered
around thrilled her so; his touch on her was even more exciting. No
loving or tenderness but crude and lustful, sex and only sex but
thrilling and so wonderful.
His voice was thick and low. "Take them off."
"Yes, master," she responded dutifully and hooked her thumbs in the
side-strings of her panties. His hand smoothed over her creamy soft
flesh as she bent to slide the little panties down over her hips and
thighs.
"Walk for me," he moaned excitedly and sat back as she moved slowly
away from him toward the patio doors wriggling her hips sexily as she
went.
"Turn, bend, straighten, squat," the commands were fast and varied.
Geraldine complied with each of them as she received them. The heady
thrill of being naked in her own lounge was such a sexual high for
her, to be controlled, ordered around and manipulated was pushing her
state of arousal still higher.
"Kneel - on all fours."
She complied, her slim body highlighted in the bright light coming
through the patio door.
"Arch your back, head up," he called the commands in turn from his
seat on the big settee. "Crawl over here slut."
She felt her hard clitoris alive with sensation as she crawled across
the room, her swollen labia squeezing against her excited clitoris to
bring powerful and sweet sensations to her as they moved.
"Kiss my feet and then sit in the armchair opposite me."
Geraldine obeyed, she moved closer and leaned forward, her red,
lipstick-coated lips planting several light kisses on the toe of his
shoe. Still on all fours, she turned, presented her backside and
swollen pussy lips to him and gained her seat in the big armchair just
across from him; she sat normally facing him.
She watched intently as he undid his trousers and freed his erection
the huge thick shaft sticking up hard and twitching. The head was
enormous, the darker foreskin rolled back tightly against the shaft,
she gasped as it was revealed.
"Part your legs, one over each arm of the chair."
She obeyed, spreading her slender thighs and stretching the lips of
her labia to show the moist, pink folds of her inner lips for his
approval.
"Wonderful, " he moaned in delight. "You are proving worthy so far but
your acceptance is still a long way off."
"Yes, master," she replied dutifully, fighting the urge to add more to
convince him further of her suitability.
"Touch it, touch yourself."
"But, master! I've never..."
"Do it!" he snapped angrily at her.
Trembling, she slid her right hand down to rest on her mons, the
middle finger laying lightly down the slit of her pussy. She waited as
he watched her, his eyes moving from her pussy to her stretched
thighs, to her breasts and back down to between her open thighs.
Geraldine delighted in the way he was wanting her, she was offering
herself so wantonly and in such a whore-like fashion, it was truly
wonderful. He nodded to her and she tensed slightly before pressing
the red nail of her finger inward to disappear inside her wet cavern.
She moaned nervously and then sighed heavily as the feelings washed
over her. For a full ten minutes he watched her in silence as she
probed up inside her wet interior circling and exploring the soft pink
inner depths of her pussy.
"Enough!" he said at last and squeezed his cock once before removing
his hand. "You, slut! Will now run three times around your back garden
and then come back to kneel down before me."
"But my neighbours!" she protested. "This isn't fair!"
He smiled broadly and closed the folder before pausing, to signal her
failure to gain entry to the organisation should she refuse.
She sighed heavily and shrugged as she swung her legs to the floor and
walked to the patio door. Nervously she slid the door open and peeked
out. Geraldine hesitated and then broke and ran, fast and furious her
pace as her thighs pumped quickly to race her around the neatly tended
garden.
"Silly bitch," Edward muttered aloud as he watched her.
Rolling slim hips and quivering buttocks, she held her hands to cup
her breasts as she ran frantically around the big lawn. Panting
heavily, she re-entered the house and slid the door shut, moving
quickly to the floor in front of him where she knelt obediently on all
fours.
"Is your husband at work, slut?"
"Yes master, in his office."
He passed her the cordless phone as he stood. "Ring him."
He knelt behind her and pressed his cock flat against her presented
buttocks, resting it down the crease of her backside, his great hands
gripping her hips to pull her onto harder him.
"Damien?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
Edward shifted his hips to locate the head of his cock at the entrance
to her pussy.
"Yes darling, I just thought I'd call to see how things are going."
Edward forced into her, pushing the full length of his thickness into
her right up to the hilt. She gasped and steadied herself on her one
hand as she fought to control her quavering voice.
"Yes, a little unwell," she gasped as he began thrusting hard and
brutally into the kneeling woman.
She paused often as the tremendous thrill she was receiving surged
through her, talking was difficult and controlling her sighs and gasps
of delight even more difficult. So exciting to be talking to her
husband whilst a complete stranger was having sex with her and in such
a base and undignified fashion.
He slowed and paused, pulled out of her and located the head of his
cock at the tight puckered entrance to her anus.
"Not there! Please not there!" Geraldine cried out in desperation.
"No darling," she reassured quickly down the phone. "A dog in the
garden digging in my favourite border that's all."
He forced in and she winced, biting her bottom lip and hanging her
head down. Edward began moving inside her; slow and deliberate strokes
designed to humiliate.
"Must go darling," she stuttered into the phone and switched it off.
Once the line was disconnected she began to howl, a pitiful and pained
wail that portrayed her deep humiliation and pain. He rutted hard into
her, pulling her hard back onto her before tensing and shooting his
sperm deep up inside her rectum.
"Punishment bitch," he grunted, "never forget my title."
He pulled out and moved around to her head, presenting his softening
cock to her half-open mouth.
"Oh God! No, please," she whimpered pitifully. "Not after..."
He gripped her hair at the back of her head and pressed his come-
smeared cock against her mouth. She sobbed heavily as it opened
hesitantly to accept his thick shaft inside. Gagging and shuddering in
disgust she allowed the forced entry into her soft mouth.
"Your application, slut, has just been approved, he sneered and forced
his hips harder against her tear-stained face.

***

Jenny peeked nervously out of the window of her council house as the
big car pulled to halt outside. She was shaking as she allowed the net
curtain to fall back into place and went to the front door. Opening it
slightly, she flicked the catch so that it could be pushed open from
outside and returned to the lounge to assume the position. Kneeling
with head bowed, he had said on the phone; "load of shit this is," she
mumbled aloud and knelt. "A good frantic shagging is what I need not
all this crap."
They entered the room, Edward first and Geraldine following she closed
the door and took her position at his side, the long beige raincoat
smothering her slight frame.
Jenny looked up them; her heart was in her mouth. He was older than
she had expected; nice and well presented but definitely older than
his voice had sounded on the phone.
"Ready bitch? " his thick deep voice asked.
Anger rose in her instantly. Just who the hell was he to call her a
bitch? She thought, her eyes blazing her displeasure.
"Well?" he snapped before she had time to react.
Jenny nodded passively; she so wanted this contact. The offer when it
had come had thrilled her deeply. Long and anxious weeks had passed
since she had applied; forgotten even she had thought at one stage and
now the time had come.
"Yes, master," she said softly and flushed red in embarrassment.
He towered over her, deliberately silent so as to add to her
discomfort and to reinforce his expectations of her servility.
He sat down in the faded fabric covered settee and crossed his legs
lazily. At the snap of his fingers, Geraldine removed the raincoat to
stand naked before them, just the small lace-up ankle boots to cover
any part of her bare flesh. Jenny gazed up and down the neat petite
body of the young woman as the master opened the leather folder and
read aloud.
"Jenny Watkins, twenty-two and separated," he looked at her for
confirmation.
She nodded her head.
Geraldine stepped forward to land a stinging slap across her face that
jarred her head to the side.
"Answer the master when he speaks to you, bitch!" she hissed
venomously.
Jenny recoiled, her hand instinctively coming up to her burning cheek
to soothe her pain and pride.
"Yes," she said and then added quickly for fear of more pain. "Yes,
master."
"Tell me, bitch," he asked casually. "What do you need from the
organisation that I represent?"
Jenny was stunned, she had expected him to call and actually try to
convince her to join, the hard sell, as a double-glazing salesman
would offer, this was the total reverse of her expectations.
"Sex," she said quietly.
Geraldine motioned forward with her hand raised threateningly.
"Sex, master," Jenny repeated louder as she cowered back in terror.
"Say fuck, shit, pussy and sperm."
Jenny looked surprised but not offended, she repeated the words
easily.
"Tell me," the master said. "Were you fucked last night?"
Jenny shook her head slowly. "No, master, not for over three months
now."
He nodded slowly and scribbled in his notes. "Stand and strip."
Slowly Jenny got to her feet; she pulled the thin jumper over her head
and blushed as her medium sized naked breasts were revealed. Both of
her visitors watched closely as she pulled down her jeans and panties
to stand timidly before them her head hanging down in shame.
The master waved a finger and Geraldine adopted a wide-legged stance,
planting her palms flat on the coffee table and presenting her
buttocks to him. He stood and released his cock from his trousers,
approached Geraldine and pressed the head of his cock against her open
pussy.
"This, Jenny," he intoned. "Is this what you want?"
She nodded absently as his thick cock pushed up into the young woman's
pussy. The pounding excitement filled her, this! This is why she had
applied, good hot sex and plenty of it! She watched spellbound as he
rammed brutally into Geraldine, his hips slapping hard against her
tight firm buttocks. He watched Jenny's face as he worked.
"Suck cock, do you?"
Jenny tried to speak but no words came, her throat dry and raw she
cleared her throat and repeated the answer.
"Yes, master."
He withdrew, his glistening cock coated in the wet juices from
Geraldine's pussy.
"Good," he sneered. "Suck mine."
Jenny was shocked; her expression confirmed the fact.
"But it's been..." She said in disgust and pointed to Geraldine's
pussy.
"Do it!" he snapped.
Aware that she was being tested, Jenny walked forward and dropped to
her knees. She closed her eyes as she grasped him and fed his thick
wet cock into her mouth. Moments passed before she began to devour him
hungrily, murmuring and mewing as her left hand cupped his balls
tenderly. All the heated passion and sexual longing in her was
concentrated on his cock at that moment.
He gripped her hair at the back of her head and pulled her onto him.
Jenny gagged and fought against him but couldn't match his strength.
She gagged again as his thick, warm seed jetted to the back of her
throat. Pulsing warm inside her mouth it felt good after so long
without. Her pussy gripped and she shuddered violently as she came to
her orgasm and whimpered as he forced his thick cock further down her
throat. At length he pushed her roughly away from him to sprawl back
on the floor.
"You are a slut aren't you?"
She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth to remove a globule of
his come. "Yes, master."
"Say it," he commanded.
"I'm a slut, a dirty little slut."
He beamed a smile at her and laughed aloud. "Get a coat to cover
yourself we're going for a ride."
The woods were deserted as they trudged through the leafy covering on
the small track; the master called them to a halt. Both women removed
their raincoats and stood naked and shivering the cold air. Without
speaking he turned Jenny by the shoulders and pressed her against a
tree facing it. His foot kicked her legs apart and he pressed his
erection into the crease of her buttocks. Hard against her he pressed,
her soft body scraped against the rough cold bark of the tree; her
breasts and mons forced painfully against the thick trunk. Geraldine
watched impassively as he placed his cock at the tight entrance of
Jenny's anus and pushed in hard.
"Oh God help me please!" she screamed and grasped at the tree with her
hands. Her wailing and pitiful cry for help filling the treetops and
scattering the resting birds to flight. She looked skyward and sobbed
her misery to the leafy canopy above as he thrust hard into her in an
increasingly fast rhythm. On and on her torture went until at last
felt the warm wash of his sperm shooting deep up inside her back
passage. She sobbed heavily and slumped to the floor as he withdrew
from her.
"Good bitch?" he gloated.
She roused herself onto all fours in the dirt, her sweating body and
hair coated with tiny twigs and leaves that had stuck to her.
"Yes master," she answered dutifully.
"Good," he said in satisfaction. "You will now crawl back to the car.
Oh and Jenny!"
"Yes master?" she asked weakly as she began her painful and
humiliating journey.
"Welcome to the organisation, bitch."

***

This third and final applicant for the month was the one he had been
most looking forward to. Middle-classed and self-opinionated her
written application and the phone call to her had shown her already to
be a tempting prospect that he could really enjoy himself with. With a
neat tended garden in a 'better' part of town the house was well
maintained and just a little too perfect. The master thumped loudly on
the white-painted front door.
Once inside the hallway he stood silently looking her up and down.
About thirty-nine pushing forty, nice and well preserved, clean and
fresh with haughtiness about her that gave him the first beginnings of
an erection. He loved them like this, mostly starved of good sex and
simply aching for it, they tried to portray an upright and dignified
front. He pushed past her into the lounge and seated himself without
being asked.
"Come here!" he snapped and pointed at the floor next to him. Her
expression displayed her annoyance at his manner but she complied.
"Joan, Joan Hymes, married and aged forty is that right?"
"Yes," she said simply in reply.
"Why did you apply to the organisation?"
She stumbled her words nervously, took a deep breath and moved to sit
down opposite him.
"Stand!' he shouted angrily. "I didn't tell you sit!"
Stunned by the venom of his tone and the instruction she regained her
place standing next to him.
"I have certain needs that my husband can't...isn't able to fulfil."
She blushed red at the admission.
" He can't get a hard-on eh?"
Her wide-eyed stare portrayed the shock she felt at his forthright
manner of speaking and she nodded.
"Fucked last night, were you?"
She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. He revelled in her
obvious shock and discomfort. His tone was casual as he asked.
"When was the last time you had a stiff cock up you?"
She swallowed and then answered softly. "Not for many months now"
He smiled at her, a mocking grin that made her blush once more and
avert her eyes. His tone changed to soft and coaxing.
"And how great is your need for a good fuck."
Joan hesitated and then replied.
"Great - very great."
He sighed loudly.
"Alas bitch, I feel that you are too old for our requirements."
Her reaction was immediate, her voice pleading and her hands held out
imploringly.
"Please! Please, I'll prove my worthiness, really I will."
The master sat silently, deliberately pensive whilst she waited
anxiously for his reply.
"Squat and part your legs, show me that you have complied with my
instructions when I phoned you."
Joan wriggled her tight skirt up her thighs a little and squatted,
parting her knees to show her hairy pussy beneath her skirt.
He grunted his approval as his eyes took-in the puffy lips of her
labia and the abnormally long clitoris that jutted out from her pink
inner lips. "Strip," he said simply and watched as she self-
consciously undressed in front of him.
Her body was slim and well proportioned; firm and even youthful
looking skin made her an attractive and desirable woman. He motioned
her close to stand between his parted knees and sniffed loudly at her
pussy, the cock-like slim clitoris hanging out from her puffy lips to
offer itself exposed to his gaze. He ran his hand around the back of
her to smooth over the firm curve of her buttocks, fingers feeling and
caressing.
She gasped aloud at his touch; the pounding excitement rushing through
her sex starved body. She was flushed and excited, her slim body
trembled nervously as the excitement built within her.
"Do you have fresh cream in the fridge?"
Bemused, Joan nodded.
He smiled sardonically.
"You will now go into the kitchen and smother your breasts in cream.
You will then lay back on the kitchen table and insert a banana into
your sweet little pussy."
He gave a dismissive wave of his hand to indicate that she should
comply.
Stupid bitch, he thought as he entered the kitchen. She lay there on
the table as instructed, her breasts smeared in thick white cream and
a firm banana sticking out of her pussy. Her knees were raised and
parted expectantly, her pussy lips stretched tightly around the shaft
of the banana. The anxious and pleading look on her face almost made
him come, she looked pathetic in her desperation. He moved to her side
and bent to kiss her nipples, she squealed and shivered in delight as
his lips sucked in her rubbery bud. Her body tensed and her pussy
gripped to squeeze the banana and to break it half. He watched
impassively as she explored her pussy with her fingers to remove the
embedded half of the fruit.
His lips moved, kissing downward over her pulsing body, edging ever
closer to her enormous erect clitoris. She was sighing loudly and
heaving her body in anticipation, every so often she would give a
little squeal of delight. The master paused.
"Do you think you could stand being mistreated?"
"Yes!" came the emphatic and excited reply.
"Could you take the pain associated with bondage and sado-masochism?"
She hesitated and then answered firmly.
"Yes, I think I could."
He kissed her long clitoris once and she cried-out, her body tensing
as she sighed heavily in sheer pleasured delight.
The master's thick fingers landed a blow directly onto her hard
clitoris and she screamed. Several more blows landed on her rigid
protrusion before her eyes began to roll in the sockets and she
whimpered to signal her approaching orgasm.
"Run up and down the stairs," he said evenly as he stepped back from
her, his hand shifting his erection that pressed against the inside of
his trousers.
She raised herself, confusion etched in her expression, the
disappointment that she felt all too obvious but she complied.
The master watched, laughing inwardly as she ran first up and then
down the long flight of stairs, her breasts and buttocks bouncing as
she sought to please him. Many times she ran the route, panting
heavily, her face flushed and excited. At his instruction, she
straddled the banister to crush her mons down on the hard wooden rail.
Almost immediately she began frantically rubbing herself against the
polished wooden rail. Her face contorted in a mask of desperate hungry
need as she gripped the rail with her hands. With hips jerking in a
fast and furious motion she pleased herself on the hard rail. Her legs
drew up to rest her full weight down on the banister and she began
grunting wildly as the feelings washed through her. Like an animal she
rubbed herself, oblivious to his presence as she sought her ultimate
goal.
The master freed his rigid cock from his trousers and straddled the
banister behind her. In one thrust he forced his cock up into her
pussy from behind as she continued to rub herself to orgasm.
Her frantic need and sweating body as she bucked and screamed brought
him off inside her, a long and almost continuous stream of jerking
spurts that unloaded his seed deep up inside her.
"Application approved," he panted and pulled her harder back onto
himself.

***

She felt a mixture of emotions as he led her into the room. Four men
dressed in business suits were seated on high-backed chairs in a semi-
circle and eyeing her greedily as she followed; pulled along by the
leash attached to he neck collar. With her hands bound behind her
back, Geraldine felt humiliated and yet so alive with sexual pounding.
Used, as a worthless slut, as an object of men's lustful pleasure; it
felt so wonderful and different.
"Kneel bitch," the master ordered and stood next to her, as the men
looked her over.
"Training?" One man asked casually as though he were buying a car or a
horse.
"She is but very new," the master offered in explanation. "Her first
visit in fact."
Another man sighed heavily. "We pay," he said forcefully. "Our
membership fees to be provided with good servile young women."
"Agreed," the master countered. "But this one is different. Naive, and
little used - innocent almost."
A small bald-headed man grunted his delight at the information given.
"And in addition," the master continued. "She is - a rich bitch."
A moment's silence followed as the member that had complained took
interest.
"Is she now?" he restated in delight. "Stand then rich-bitch and show
me your body."
Geraldine stood with difficulty, her bound hands making the process
ungainly and not easy.
"Nice tits," one of the men offered and stood to cup and squeeze her
soft breasts roughly.
Geraldine felt hot surges of extreme pleasure pump through her. To be
fondled and groped so coarsely, like a slave being sold at market,
inspected and approved; it made her nipples stand out erect and her
clitoris harden to aching point.
He slid his hand down and cupped her mons, using his fingers to ease
her thighs apart to allow his fingers access into her pussy.
"Wet!" he enthused. "The bitch is wet! "
Her buttocks and thighs received the same treatment, for many minutes
the man felt and groped her before resuming his seat between the other
men.
"How much?" the tall slim man with the thin hooked nose asked.
"Two thousand."
Moans of derision came from the four men who between them dismissed
the amount asked.
"Yours," the master added quickly. "To have the exclusive use of
during your visits. She would only be offered to others during your
absence."
The man nodded his surprise at the variation in the usual rules. He
freed his cock to sit with it jutting up from his lap.
"Come here girl," he snapped. Guiding her by the hips to present her
back to him, he lowered her slowly down onto his cock; his thick shaft
pushing up inside her stretched pussy.
"Marvellous!" he beamed as he felt the tight warmth of her on him.
Geraldine began to shift her hips in a slight rocking motion to draw a
groan of satisfaction from him.
"One thousand five hundred," The man offered as he matched her hip
movements and began forcing harder up into her. The master shook his
head and waited.
The wonderful feeling of being watched by other men as she had sex
sent electric spears of intense sensation rushing through Geraldine.
They were watching, looking at her face and body as she received his
cock inside her all of them wanting, wishing that it them she were
sitting on. She gasped and moaned her delight, mewing softly as the
feelings came to her. She increased the pace, more urgent and excited
now.
Geraldine gasped aloud and cried-out in pleasure. He tensed and
grunted before shooting his warm sperm up inside her moist interior.
"Done," he moaned softly as his orgasm subsided. "Two thousand and
she's mine."

***

Jenny was naked; dusting the coffee table and ashtray that was on the
top of the long mahogany table. Just a pair of black high-heeled shoes
that added to her height and shaped her legs and thighs. He sat
silently watching her as she worked. It was her first time at the club
and she had been sold for the day to the middle-aged man that sat on
the big settee in one of the private rooms.
She straightened to stand upright and threw the duster angrily down on
the floor.
"This is a lot of shit!" she spat at him. "I didn't come here for
this! Housework I can do at home."
He sat unruffled staring at her.
"My! What a fiery little bitch you are!"
"Look," she sighed heavily. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
He stood and moved slowly around the naked girl, his manner
threatening in his silence. He stood behind the slim woman. "I shall,"
he paused for effect. "Fuck you as and when I want - as and when it
suits me and not before. You will comply and like or not as you may
choose."
She stood staring ahead of her, rolling her eyes in silent defiance.
Just her luck, she thought, to get stuck with someone who gets his
rocks-off just by watching. For ages she had been doing menial tasks,
dusting, cleaning, sweeping and polishing. Okay it was thrilling to do
it naked whilst he watched her every movement. They were heady and
horny feelings as she bent and squatted, walked and stretched but she
needed more, much more. Since watching the master push his cock up
inside Geraldine at her home, the feelings had simply increased and
grown steadily to a gnawing dull ache that couldn't be scratched. She
had come here today with high expectations of getting what she needed
and now? Now she was stuck with a watcher.
Jenny screamed as the pain bit into her. Both her hands clamping
instinctively over the outside of her thigh to soothe the affected
area where the thin cane had stung her. She gagged as the burning
agony tore through her. Her head threw back and her back arched as the
second lash struck across the other thigh mid-way between her knee and
hip. Two more stinging lashes bit into the flesh of her back before
she could find the voice to speak.
"No! Please stop!" she cried-out, her hands rubbing her affected
thighs, her back stinging with the excruciating pain.
"Obedience, slut," he sneered close to her ear and circled around to
her front. He weighed the cane menacingly in his hand, a great smile
of satisfaction on his face and a huge bulge in the front of his
trousers.
He took a step back and swiped the cane across her chest so that just
the very tip of it stung across her right breast. Jenny gasped and
stepped back, he advanced and lashed again at her hip to catch her a
stinging blow just across the side of her waist. She began sobbing,
her hands cupping her breasts to prevent further treatment to her
tender orbs.
"Total obedience is paramount, slut. You will obey without question."
She backed away further.
"Okay! Okay! Whatever, just stop please stop!"
He paused.
"The desk, bend over the desk to receive the punishment you so richly
deserve."
Jenny hesitated and shook her head slowly. She had had quite enough of
the taste of the cane for one day. She yelped loudly as the cane cut
harshly into her thigh, her hands moving down to cover the searing
pain. As her hands dropped a stinging blow cut across both her breasts
and she screamed. Twice more her thighs suffered the brutal lashes
before she crumpled and folded to slump to the floor sobbing heavily.
He towered over her, his breathing rapid and laboured, high excitement
pounding the blood through his body. She looked up at him through tear-
stained eyes, a pitiful and defeated look of hopeless pleading. He
pointed with the cane to the desk and she raised herself slowly to her
knees in compliance.
The surface of the desk was cold as her breasts squashed down onto it.
She trembled as she bent over it and pressed her mons against the hard
edge. The cane tapped at her ankles to urge her to shift her feet
apart. Her arms extended in front of her to grip the opposite edge of
the mahogany surface in readiness of the pain to come. He stood to one
side of her and raised the cane.
"Count them bitch, and if I can't hear you - we start all over again."
The breath was forced from her as the brutal lash stung across her
buttocks.
 "One!" she shouted loudly.
The force of the next lash made her back arch, she raised herself on
her hands to plant them flat on the desktop so as to better accept the
pain.
"Two!" She sobbed.
Each savage lash of the thin cane jarred her mons to crush against the
edge of the desk. By the eighth count her buttocks glowed warm and the
feelings were washing down around her pussy, further excited by the
pressure of the desk on her clitoris. Strange and wonderful feelings
flooded through her to make her almost welcome the stinging pain as
she received the next lash.
"Ten!" she shouted and then he paused. His thick stubby fingers
pushing roughly into her open pussy, the thumb forcing into the tight
puckered anus at the same time.
She groaned and gasped the mix of pain and pleasure was so intense,
every nerve-end in her body was alive to accept the electric charges
pulsing through her. Humiliating and disgusting, yet so very
wonderful.
He withdrew his hand and pushed his thick hard cock up inside her
pussy from behind. Jenny sighed heavily, at last! She tried to move
her hips but the pressure of his hips against her pinned her immovably
to the edge of the desk.
"Keep still bitch," he snapped.
The cane was switched for a short leather hawse that Jenny had seen
lying on the desk. Remaining motionless with his cock buried deep up
inside her he landed a stinging blow with the leather hawse across her
shoulders. Jenny winced and tensed; only then did she understand as
her internal muscles contracted to grip around the whole length of his
cock inside her. Powerful and ecstatic sensations of such intensity
flooded through her that she silently willed him to hit her again.
"Uhnnh!" she grunted as the next lash hit her, those sweet sensations
gripping her as her muscles again clamped tightly around his hard
cock. Again and again he lashed at her back and shoulders in a steady
and unhurried rhythm; milking his cock for its sperm as the
alternating clamping and releasing of her inner muscles continued.
Her head felt light and distant. The whirling pleasure of deep
sensation spinning her mind in a confusion of senses as the pleasure
went on and on. Lash after lash coaxed her onward, the waves of
pleasure tore through her in torrents. She quivered and tensed; every
contour of his rigid cock inside her was felt as her muscles gripped
around it in involuntary spasms of delight.
He tensed and she matched him. Jenny screamed and bucked her body, her
head threw back and her mouth hung open as the wash of his sperm deep
inside her brought her over the edge. She panted hungrily, sucking in
air to feed the jarring sensations that were tearing at her body. She
moaned deeply and her body locked rigid before slumping forward sated
onto the hard surface of the desk.
She knelt before him, her slim body still quivering slightly from the
pleasure it had just received.
"Master," she said lovingly and kissed his feet. "Yours to serve -
always."

***

Joan gagged but opened her mouth to accept the head of his cock into
her mouth. Her arms were tied back behind her and a heavy weight was
attached to her long clitoris by a small clip. She moved her mouth on
him for just a moment or two before his thick seed shot into her
mouth. She recoiled in disgust but his grip on her hair held her head
steady as the thick globules of his sperm splashed across her parted
lips and chin. He kicked at the weight hanging beneath her parted
thighs as she knelt before him and Joan groaned as the pain shot
through her.
Hours it had been, he had subjected her to every humiliation possible,
she thought. Tied-up and trained like a dog, spanked and now this -
putting is cock into her mouth and even ejaculating at the same time.
She felt repulsed and disgusted at the base acts she was expected to
perform. She had expected loving and tender sex, in a bed with the
lights out but this! Well, it was so very different but inwardly she
had to admit to herself that it was exciting, as it was unusual.
Since he had had sex with her on the stairs of her home she had
realised that her previous sex life, such as it was, had been
unadventurous to say the very least. She had recounted the event many
times in her mind, going over again and again the feelings of the
powerful and intense orgasm that she had obtained. All this tying and
spanking was so different but she could, she felt, soon become used
it.
Joan wailed aloud as his thick finger pushed up her backside. Kneeling
and hog-tied as she was there was nothing she could do to prevent the
forced intrusion. Her loud voice wailed her pitiful protests and then
changed in pitch as the rush of sexual sensation rocketed through her.
The weight pulling at her erect clitoris brought one set of sensations
whilst the burning sensations in her backside produced another and
different set. Her pussy gripped in little spasms and she felt the
coming tide of orgasm approaching.
Her mouth hung open and she gurgled as the force slammed into her,
tearing her insides with tingling shards of electric sensation. It was
at that point she knew she was lost, never could she return to the
sexless life she had known before.

***

Geraldine had never been tied-down before; it was extremely exciting
but tinged with apprehension. Passively she lay back on the waist-high
padded couch and extended her arms. Soft hemp ropes pulled her arms
tightly above her head and to the side. The new master, tall and thin,
his hooked nose prominent on his set expression, tied her ankles in a
similar fashion to the foot of the bench. An electric motor whirred
and the couch moved, pushing up beneath her buttocks to raise her mons
and stretched pussy high above the rest of her body. She lay
presented, her eyes looking directly at her own navel as her hips were
raised even higher and the motor stopped.
Fear gripped her, she lay open and defenceless, her legs pulled apart
and her pussy offered high and exposed.
He pulled on the thin latex gloves, smoothing them over his fingers
like a surgeon preparing to operate. The door opened and three other
men entered; all were naked and sporting stiff erections in
anticipation of the fun to come.
They stood close, watching the new master as he worked methodically
and precisely. A clear jelly was smeared over and around each of her
rosy little buds of nipples that stood up so proudly. Small, stainless
steel clamps with tiny serrated teeth were placed by her side;
Geraldine Whimpered as he sprung the jaws open on one of the clamps
and held it threateningly over her left nipple. She screamed and
bucked, pulling hard against her bonds as the searing pain shot
through her; the teeth of the clamp biting harshly into her firm
tender nipple.
"The little bitch wails well enough," one of the observers commented
lightly. The second clamp was attached to her other nipple to bring a
repeat of her screaming and struggling; her sobbing shook her slim
frame as she wallowed in her misery.
Thin insulated wires were attached to the clamps, his expert hands
working precisely to secure them. He stood back and gripped his cock
in one hand.
Geraldine's body shook and shuddered as the electric current passed
through her nipples. She lost control of her lips, they seemed to
quiver and shake with a life of their own, her tongue fell out to loll
at the side of her mouth and then she relaxed. Again the current was
passed through her and again her body tensed to bring strange tearing
sensations of jarring pleasure to her. Several more times her body
tensed and relaxed before she was finally allowed to rest.
They had moved now, more to the end of the couch but still to the
side. Her open pussy offering unhindered viewing to their hungry eyes
Geraldine felt so humiliated, her ungainly position was not one she
would have chosen for herself.
She felt the nudge of the thin jelly-coated plug against her anus and
tensed slightly as the rubber plug was inserted into her. Her pussy
next, a thicker and longer rubber phallus was pushed up inside her.
She couldn't see but she could feel and it both excited her and
unnerved her at the same time.
Her pussy lips were stretched, exposing her hard bud of a clitoris to
stand out prominently from her body. She gasped as his latex covered
fingers smeared the jelly over and around it. As the thin electric
wire touched her clitoris her body locked, her mind and body
shuddering as the current passed through her. Tearing and ripping the
exquisite sensations rushed through her, pulling at her insides and
jerking her nipples. The rubber plugs deep inside her were gripped and
held by her moist interior as the quivering delight passed through her
entire body.
She relaxed and panted heavily as the wire was removed and the current
stopped. A warm and exciting glow spread through her to calm and to
soothe her strained body.
Again it gripped her to force her hips even higher, she mumbled
incoherently as the pumping thrill shot through her. Her pussy lips
shook and her anus gripped the ring of tight little muscles around the
probe, terrific feelings of such intensity that it was like a
prolonged orgasm that went on and on but never quite finishing.
She slumped back again as the current stopped.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please."
One man laughed aloud.
"The bitch wants to come!"
"Too soon," the new master replied and touched the probe once again to
her erect clitoris.
Her fists gripped, bunching tightly formed fists, her feet and knees
jerked uncontrollably as the spears of searing pleasure tore at her
slim frame. She panted heavily and moaned softly as the current again
stopped.
Again and again she tensed and relaxed, the desperate need within her
to reach that peak and tip over the edge but the bastard wouldn't
allow her that, he chose instead to give her pleasure in stages. Such
wonderful and powerful feelings that she had never before known.
Pleasure that she never knew existed to sate her hungry body but to
still deny her the final and ultimate pleasure.
Jenny felt the plug in her pussy being removed to be replaced by the
new master's cock as she stood close to the end of the couch; his head
just visible to her over the mound of her raised mons. In short little
dabs he touched the probe to her clitoris to jar her body into tension
around his cock. A second, no more and then it stopped only to grip
her again before relaxing. Her body began working like a pump, drawing
in and up and then releasing; alternating the grip and release she
worked his throbbing cock involuntarily as he looked down at her.
"Oh God please!" she begged between surges before once again she was
gripped by the pulsing current. On and on it went he stood silently
with his cock inside her wet pussy as she clamped around him so
tightly in short spasms. At length he came, groaning loudly as his
cock jerked and twitched inside her to expel every last drop of his
thick seed.
She whimpered her need to him as he withdrew; hoping against hope that
he would finally give her the relief she so desperately sought.
A second man pushed his stiff cock up into her and again the probe was
pressed to her clitoris to repeat the sweet torturous process all over
again.
By the time the fourth man had come inside her Jenny was calling
loudly to them for her own pleasure and release. They laughed aloud at
her pleading as she raised her head and shoulders to strain against
her bonds; her face flushed and contorted in a mask of sheer
desperation.
The new master touched the probe to her body and held it firm as she
bucked and thrashed wildly. Her wrists pulled against the ropes, her
ankles tugged, as they shook in wild flailing restricted only by her
bonds. Knees and body shuddered, her stomach muscles undulating and
her breasts wobbling in her frantic efforts to reach her peak before
he stopped. She came, tipping over the top to fall headlong down into
the warm blissful stream of warm and comforting orgasm. Greedily she
received it and slumped back onto the couch as the pumping surges
passed through her. Panting and sighing she relaxed as the current
stopped wallowing in the heady sensations that follow such a powerful
and intense orgasm.

***

"Are the bitches ready for export?" The thickly accented voice asked
as the two men watched through the two-way mirror as Geraldine
received her pleasure.
"I'm afraid not. They are responding well but you know how demanding
the Arabs are when it comes to western women and the degree to which
they are trained."
The olive-skinned man nodded his acceptance. "How long?"
"Two, perhaps three weeks," Edward answered easily.
Again the man nodded and turned to leave. "I'll make the arrangements
for the end of the month."

***

Geraldine knelt on all fours before Edward, her knees wide apart so as
to bring her hips low; her stretched pussy hovered over the tip of the
huge dildo that was fixed to the base-plate beneath her. At his nod
she lowered herself, gasping loudly as the huge bulbous head of the
latex phallus pushed into her moist inner lips. She grunted as she
lowered herself further still feeding the great length and girth up
inside her.
He sat in the big upright chair watching her expression change through
the various stages of hesitancy, fear, thrill and pleasure until her
mons almost touched the floor. Her position was base and animal-like;
it pleased him greatly to see this rich bitch demeaning herself before
him in her quest for sexual pleasure.
Jenny entered carrying the cane she strode purposefully to stand by
Geraldine's side as she had been instructed to do so.
"Do you remember," he drawled slowly to Jenny. "How this bitch
kneeling before you now slapped your face when we first met?"
"I do, master!" Jenny said loudly, her excitement increasing as she
realised his intentions.
"Then now is the time for revenge - take that revenge now, bitch."
The cane swished noisily down to sting hard and cruelly across
Geraldine's stretched buttocks. Geraldine screamed and raised her
hips.
"Fucking little bitch!" She turned her head to look over her shoulder
and to spit the words at the beaming Jenny.
"Stay, bitch," the master warned icily and she lowered her hips back
down to slide the full length of the dildo back up inside her. Again
the cane stung her and she bucked upward, lowering herself almost
immediately down again on the thick phallus.
A steady rhythm was established; with each hard cut of the cane
Geraldine would raise and then lower, fucking the big cock-like dildo
beneath her, yelping loudly with each thwack that landed.
Faster and faster the strokes of the cane bit into her soft flesh and
faster the dildo moved within her wet pussy. The pain and pleasure mix
were steadily growing and Geraldine began working herself frantically
up and down on the big dildo, her hips pumping hungrily to match the
feelings that were growing inside her. With mouth open and tongue out,
her back arched to raise her buttocks to receive the pleasure she
looked like a dog on heat that was being serviced.
The erotic sight had made the master hard, he moved to kneel before
her rubbing his cock in long even strokes as he watched the contorting
face of the slut before him. Pained agony, a mask of creased and
agonised ecstasy, she panted hungrily as the stinging blows rained
down hard and fast on her buttocks.
He came, directing his warm sticky sperm to splash over her face and
open mouth as she gulped hungrily at the air in her high state of
arousal.
Geraldine began to shake, the master raised his hand to stop Jenny
caning; he stooped low to watch the rich bitch shudder and buck in
orgasm; marvelling at the way she pounded herself frantically down
onto the thick rod of latex in her heated and desperate quest for
sexual release.
Jenny knelt as directed and began to lick the wet juices from the
dildo, her tongue licking lovingly as she lapped each drop of
Geraldine's pussy juice. Two weeks prior to this the very thought
alone would have made her sick now; she loved it and wallowed in the
sexual thrill of base and disgusting acts.

***

Both women stood before the master, thick leather collars around their
necks and their arms tied tightly behind their backs; so tightly that
their elbows touched and were bound together also with cord.
"How many times have you been sold for the day, bitch?"
"Seventeen, master," Geraldine answered dutifully.
"And you slut?"
"Twelve, master," Jenny, said confidently and a little proudly.
"How many times by a woman?"
Both women hesitated, a stunned look of disbelief etched on their
faces, they answered as one. "None master!"
He turned and walked to the door, paused and looked back.
"Today then, that changes."
The tall redheaded woman strode confidently past him and stood
arrogantly with her hands on her hips as the master went out and
closed the door. Tall and erect, the woman looked positively evil yet
tinged at the same time with a sexual and sensual aura that seemed to
radiate from her. Flowing red hair and pale skin, she was slim and
well proportioned, her narrow waist and hips in perfect balance to add
to her beauty. Long black boots in shiny leather covered her legs and
stopped mid-way up her slender thighs. Tiny leather panties cut high
on her hips made her legs appear even longer than they actually were.
A tight fitting Basque in soft leather pinched her waist to a
narrowness that defied belief and forced her ample breasts severely
upward to rest them on the platforms that served as cups. A sinister
looking riding crop dangled from one of her wrists, as she looked the
two trembling young women up and down.
"Mmmm!" She taunted mockingly at the two nervous women. "Tasty new
meat for me!"
Geraldine groaned and Jenny looked at the woman in horror as it began
to dawn on her that there was to be no escape from the room and from
the evil looking bitch that stood over them now.
Moving smoothly and expertly the woman clipped a long dog-leash to the
front of each collar, one on Geraldine's and then on Jenny's. Her long
slim fingers stroked tenderly across Geraldine's buttocks to make the
rich woman shudder in disgust at her touch. She shifted her hips
forward so as to avoid the touch.
"I see you have already been enjoying yourself you little hussy," the
redhead cooed sexily.
At the command, the two tethered girls began running round the room in
a circle, the woman holding the ends of the leashes to dictate the arc
of the circle. Her blazing blue eyes were wide with sexual delight as
she hungrily took in the bouncing breasts and buttocks of the
terrified women.
"Faster!" she snapped and lashed at Jenny's buttocks with the crop.
Faster they ran, sheer desperation driving them around the room in a
mesmerising circle of fearful anticipation.
"Who used the dildo?"
"I did," Geraldine panted as she struggled to maintain the fast pace
of their running.
The crop stung her breasts, the leather thong on the tip slapping
cruelly across one tender nipple.
"Mistress!" the woman screamed. "Mistress!"
Geraldine sobbed and answered using the given title before they were
at last allowed to stop; both girls stood panting and fearful as the
woman looked them over. The crop was pointed at Geraldine.
"You, slut - get over against the wall."
Geraldine whimpered but complied, she allowed herself to be guided
with her back to the wall whilst her ankles were secured into the wide
tan-coloured leather straps attached to the floor. Her wrists were
similarly secured slightly above and to the sides of her head to leave
her spread-eagled against the wall. The leash was wound around a hook
above her head to pull the collar around her neck hard upward to add
to her discomfort.
Jenny was then similarly secured against the same wall next to the
trembling Geraldine. The redhead slipped off her tiny panties and
gripped her pussy in her cupped hand; she began to rub herself slowly
and sensually, her red-painted fingernails brighter than her bush of
red pubic hair. Geraldine closed her eyes and turned her head.
"Watch me!" the woman screamed angrily and increased the pace of her
rubbing. Her head slunk back and she jerked her hips in time with the
strokes of her hand. She slowed casually and stopped, a great beaming
smile parted her scarlet lips to show her flashing white teeth.
The woman approached sexily, swinging her hips as the thin heels of
her boots clicked on the wooden floor; she pressed her body against
Geraldine and cupped one of the girl's breasts.
"Are you the rich bitch?" she enquired in a mocking tone and squeezed
the soft orb in her hand.
Geraldine cringed in disgust as the woman fondled her breast.
"Yes, mistress."
Rolling Geraldine's nipples between finger and thumb the woman pulled
and pinched cruelly at the firm bud.
"Mmmm, good," she purred wickedly. "I like rich girls."
Her mouth descended, soft lips sucking in the bud of Geraldine's
nipple as her hand continued to squeeze and caress the soft orb of
flesh. Nibbling and flicking with her soft tongue sent conflicting
waves of emotion and feelings through Geraldine. Wonderful pounding
feelings of such powerful sexual intensity yet waves of repulsion and
disgust at a another woman making love to her; worst of all, she felt
herself beginning to respond and actually enjoy the treatment she was
receiving.
Jenny turned her head sideways to watch the actions of the older woman
on the whimpering Geraldine. The redhead began tracing her kisses down
between Geraldine's cleavage and over her tensed stomach to her navel
The rich woman groaned both in pleasure at the touch and at the
realisation of the intended destination of the hungry mouth that
teased at her.
Parting the swollen lips of Geraldine's pussy with her thumbs, the
redhead's mouth kissed at the hood of the rich woman's erect clitoris;
the thin skin covering pulled back to expose the tasty morsel to her
searching mouth.
Geraldine screamed and bucked as the soft lips gripped on her and the
vibrant tongue flicked tantalisingly across the tip of her throbbing
clitoris. Straining and twisting her body within the confines of her
bonds and pressed against the wall as she was, Geraldine began to pant
her extreme pleasure at the experienced and tender touch that brought
such beautiful and sweet sensations to her.
The wicked redhead stopped and withdrew, smiling broadly at the way
Geraldine's face creased in pain disappointment now that her pleasure
had stopped.
She raised the crop, flicking it up deftly from the retaining strap as
it hung from around her wrist to grip it in her hand, a much-practised
move that happened in one smooth movement. Upward, the redhead tapped
the leather thong on the end against Geraldine's hard and excited
clitoris to draw a terrific gasp of surprised pleasure from the woman.
Again and again she tapped at the hard bud, increasing the power with
which she struck one each light stroke of the crop. Faster and harder
the leather thong struck at her excited bud building into a rapidly
increasing crescendo of sheer bliss. Geraldine shuddered; her body
bucking and hips thrusting outward as she came to a crashing orgasm
that ripped through her pinioned body like a tornado.
"You please me slut with your obvious excitement. You seem to welcome
the attentions of the female approach," the redhead complimented.
Jenny had watched spellbound, repelled at first that a woman should
wish to lick another's pussy but the thrill of witnessing the
spectacle had made her wet and aroused so intensely. She shivered
slightly in anticipation as the elegant redhead moved across to her.
The initial touch of the woman's hand on her breast made her groan in
delight, the woman knew exactly how and where to touch her to bring
the sweetest of sensations. The way she pulled and rolled her nipples
between finger and thumb to stretch and to pull more and exquisite
feelings to her. When the soft lips enveloped her throbbing bud and
sucked on the hard nipple Jenny came instantly.
"Mmmm," the redhead moaned in satisfaction. "You bitch, really like
the though of female attentions."
A hand on her pussy sent shivering spasms of delight through Jenny's
body. Just as one orgasm had ended another began to rise within her
almost immediately, she found herself moaning her pleasure and urging
the probing fingers inside her moist interior to bring it to her.
The woman knelt and kissed the downy covered mons of Jenny's pussy and
again Jenny shuddered in orgasm. The soft tongue entered her and
probed all around her sensitive wet pussy, delicate hands caressing
the outside of her thighs as the heavenly sensations washed through
her. The teeth gripping her clitoris brought her off once more and
gasping loudly Jenny slumped exhausted against her restraining straps.

***

He loved to watch her; the master sat in the high-backed chair as Joan
pedalled the exercise bike frantically. Naked, her mons rested on the
saddle of the bike as her thighs pumped the pedals around furiously.
He would keep her as his own he thought, the way the hungry bitch
worked herself off gave him erection after erection. Her animal-like
need and hunger never failed to amaze him. She would lose herself in a
state of sheer bliss that excluded all else in her quest for the
ultimate pleasure of her body.
She was grunting now as her narrow hips swayed, her face was flushed
and perspiration coated her body. Faster she peddled as her climax
approached, the tiny weights hanging from her nipple-camps swinging in
time with her body movements. Her piercing scream hurt his ears in the
confines of the small room. She bucked and thrashed wildly as she
reached her peak, her legs pumping the pedals around in a blur of
excited pleasure. Joan slumped forwards panting heavily and then slid
down onto the floor to mew softly in her pleasure.
Yes! He thought, she was simply too good to let-go.
"Come here bitch, he commanded. "Suck me."

***

With heads bowed and eyes downcast as they had been instructed,
Geraldine and Jenny entered the lavishly decorated and furnished room.
They were naked except for the wide leather waist-belts that acted as
harnesses the attached chains at the back being held by the master.
Thick carpet and the sweet aroma of joss0sticks were Geraldine's first
impressions as they moved dutifully into the centre of the room. She
was aware that others were present but dared not raise her head to
look the most severe of punishment being the reward for such blatant
disobedience.
The master released the chains and guided Jenny to stand apart from
her friend.
"Squat," he commanded simply and both women complied, parting their
thighs to display their open pussies, as they knew they should. Being
sold for the day they knew they were, they had done it many times now
and wondered what form their pain and sexual pleasure would take
today.
At the command, both women looked up to see three generously robed
Arabs sitting each in a lavishly upholstered armchair.
A swift kick of his boot sent Geraldine forward onto her hands and
knees.
"Whine, " the master ordered. "Whine like a dog and make it
convincing."
Geraldine obeyed; any embarrassment or self-consciousness had long
since been removed from her. She howled and moved her body, as a dog
would do when calling for a mate. Then it was the turn of Jenny who
either possessed a greater knowledge of dog or simply performed more
naturally; it delighted the buyers to see her offering.
At a nod from the eldest of the Arabs the master knelt and pushed his
cock fully up inside Geraldine's rectum, thrusting hard to increase
her humiliation. At the signal he stopped and repeated the process
with Jenny who whimpered her disgust at the act but endured it
otherwise silently. During the session the women had to walk, bend,
stand and turn, every conceivable position a body could attain they
had to adopt.
At length the moment arrived when the master approached them with a
short stubby rod about sixteen inches long. It was silvered metal with
a thick rubber handgrip. Geraldine first had the implement inserted up
into her pussy, shifting her knees apart as she stood passively to
accept it inside her.
The master's thumb pressed the black button and Geraldine's body
shuddered in involuntary spasms as the electric current surged through
her. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled as the gripping charge
shot through her. It stopped and paused allowing her body to regain
its normal senses before gripping her again to bring her to her peak.
She murmured and shook as the waves of orgasm shot through her and the
rod was withdrawn.
Jenny felt aroused already, watching Geraldine come had made her wet
and a perverse though flitted to her as she knew she would receive the
rod, wet with Geraldine's juices up inside her own interior.
She protested and tried to move away as the thick rod was placed at
the entrance to her anus, only the threatening voice of the master
made her stand firm. Tears welled-up in her eyes as the probe forced
her tight muscles apart and pushed up inside her. Searing and
excruciating pain tore through her as she felt the rod move up inside
her back passage. The charge when it came ripped through her like a
tornado to jerk her slim body like a rag doll, her arms flailing
uselessly by her sides. Again the electricity tore at her and then
again and again until she wailed aloud through her tears and came to a
crashing orgasm.

***

Jenny shook her head in refusal; the two women had met in the more
normal surroundings of the local park away from prying eyes and ears.
"Well I want out - I'm not taking all this putting things up
my...well, you know. It simply isn't normal!"
Geraldine sighed heavily.
"And being led around on a leash, thrashed and licked by a woman is
acceptable?"
Jenny fell silent for a moment; the realisation of Geraldine's words
slowly coming home to her.
"Well, yes. They are more normal and exciting but the other, well that
is uncomfortable and even painful at times, either way its bloody
humiliating."
"But isn't that the whole point? We like humiliation and being
controlled, the other as you put it is just part and parcel of the
excitement."
Jenny huffed and shifted in her seat on the wooden bench.
"Perhaps to you but it's my pussy that I want given attention, not my
backside."
"Okay," Geraldine sighed in resignation. "So leave! Forget all the
cock that you get so frequently, forget about the many orgasms that
you've had and would continue to have when..."
"Okay! Okay! I'm convinced if still a little hesitant.
Geraldine smiled and moved closer to her along the bench.
"You remember what that redheaded woman did to us?"
Jenny looked sideways at the impish pleading face and responded
slightly guardedly.
"I do."
"Well, I was thinking," Geraldine breathed sexily and looked down at
opening at the top of Jenny's blouse. "Could we perhaps..."
Jenny smiled nervously and then giggled.
"Like your thinking, slut. Your place or mine?"
Geraldine shuddered in delight.
"Mine's closer to here and my need so great that I just have to get to
it sooner rather than later."
Jenny stood ready to leave and said in a reprimanding tone.
"Slut! You dirty little slut."
Geraldine giggled devilishly in reply and stood up gathering her
handbag and jacket.
"I am I know, but I cant help myself."
"But I certainly will," Jenny said huskily and the two women walked
quickly toward the park gates and in the direction of Geraldine's
house.

***

"The Middle East!" Both women said as one in shocked surprise as the
master told them of their intended destination.
"Your new master is extremely wealthy and you will live well as long
as you serve him without question."
"And if we don't?" Geraldine asked.
The master looked disapprovingly at her. "Then you will be returned
here to me to show you the errors of your ways."
"I'm single now, but you Geraldine, you've a husband!"
"Had," Geraldine stated emphatically. "Past tense - I'm all for it! A
life of being controlled and sexually abused sounds pretty good to
me."
Both women nodded their approval. The master took hold of the leash
and led them to the door, both women now shackled by the wrists and
the ankles. Bonded slaves to be put into service abroad. Jenny glanced
back at Geraldine and blew her a kiss, whispering quickly whilst the
master unlocked the door.
"During our nights-off in the harem, do you think...?"
Geraldine smiled sweetly and nodded her agreement.

The End.
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