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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and
contains Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of
fiction for ADULTS only, and the author not in any way condone
similar behavior.
If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state, nation, or
planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!

"Davinia 1: The Price of Oil"

By sfmaster@att.net
 
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"Davinia CH05 PT3" by <a
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Davinia CH05 PT3: In The Oil Servicing Business

Once Arkady and Boris had finished with Erin and Davinia, Lady
Samantha and Yvette chained them, and gave them a bath and food,
and rubbed slave on their stripes.  Then they were locked
together in their cell, as usual.

"How do you feel?" asked Davinia of her naked companion.

"All right.  I've been used by Boris before.  He was holding
back, actually, saving some of for Arkady later.  You're now a
business bonus!" said Erin.

Davinia stood up from the cot and examined herself in the mirror,
admiring her new stripes.

"How long will they use us for?" Davinia asked.

"A few days, then they have to get back home.  After they leave,
we'll be given a rest.  Meantime, we're just sex toys," said
Erin.

"Arkady told me that he'll use my mouth and bottom, but not my
sex.  Why?"

"So you won't get any normal sexual pleasure from him, that's
why.  He'll enjoy himself flogging you and using just your mouth
and bottom!"

"I feel like a tart!"

"You ARE a tart, Davinia.  A tart that's always available for
use.  Time for a nap," said Erin as she lay back on the cot, and
put her head on the pillow.

"How can you sleep at a time like this?" Davinia asked.

"Because I'm tired, and we're going to have a long night
entertaining our guests.  You had better sleep also, because
Arkady and Boris are going to use all of your holes," Erin
casually replied.

Davinia stared at her naked companion.

"We're property, remember?"

	***

Yvette had gone to considerable lengths after they had awakened
to make Davinia and Erin attractive to their guests.  Both girls
had their hair done, their nails trimmed and painted, and a
modest amount of makeup applied.  Davinia sat still as her lips
were painted and her aureole were rouged, and finally her pussy
was sprayed with perfume!

"Mademoiselle must look nice for ze Russian Oil Men, non?" Yvette
asked.

"Yes," Davinia answered, as she recounted sucking off Arkady and
his use of the whip earlier that day.

Erin was given the same treatment, opening her legs to assist
Yvette!

Davinia recalled the day that she had refused a Brazilian Wax in
London, and the other girls in the salon had laughed at her!

She wondered what those other girls would think of her now, a
trained sex slave, who performed for the entertainment of Sir
Ian's business associates!

Davinia had always thought of Russians as hard drinking,
unsophisticated louts!  Instead Arkady and Boris seemed to drink
sparingly, only a few shots of straight vodka.  Their energies
were directed towards punishment and using her and Erin
sexually!

Once both of them had been prepared, they were walked to the
bedroom by Yvette.  On the dresser were an assortment of all of
the instruments of torment that she had been trained to endure: a
short whip; a riding crop; a thin rattan cane; leather paddle;
nipple clamps; a vibrator; dildos and butt plugs; blindfolds and
ball-gags!  Not to forget handcuffs and a leash!  Everything that
used to be used to discipline slave girls!

Yvette motioned for them to kneel on the carpeted floor; which
Davinia could not help but notice was immaculate   in fact, it
looked new and luxurious!

Davinia could not help but reflect on the fact that in a strange
way, she had entered the world of the super rich!  She had
watched some of those "reality" shows on TV; knowing full well
that they were just staged for the cameras.

There had even been one about her nemesis and now owner, Sir Ian
 that she had watched out of curiosity   hoping that she could
learn something about the man she had blamed for so much
environmental damage!

She wondered how the television host might react if he knew that
Sir Ian's true hobby was the training and keeping of slave
girls!

Both girls knelt on the carpet, awaiting their guests!

What a bedroom this was!  It was larger than Davinia's flat in
London   furnished with two double beds; two large stuffed
chairs; a dresser; a small table and two chairs; a large mirror;
a bathroom; and a huge closet!

There was also a small table containing various refreshments:
Water; Chilled Vodka; Whiskey; and some finger foods.

Sir Ian was an excellent host   one who made certain that his
guests needs were well provided for!

What it did not contain, she reflected, was a phone that she
could have used to call for help   but all phone lines out of Sir
Ian's property were all under his control, anyway!

Soon, they were joined by both Arkday and Boris.  Both men were
dressed alike in matching red silk robes and slippers.  Davinia
wondered if they were wearing anything under the robes   she was
certain that she was going to find out!

They both seated themselves in the large chairs, facing both
Davinia and Erin!

"Since you have used both girls in the Dungeon, Sir Ian now
offers both girls here in the bedroom for your entertainment,"
said Yvette to the two men.

"Thank you, Yvette," replied Boris, "tell me, have you ever felt
my lash?"

"Yes, Master.  On that trip Sir Ian took to Dubai, where you were
attending an oil conference," Yvette answered.

"I had forgotten.  So many slave girls, I have a hard time
keeping track of who I have used."

"Yes, Master," Yvette replied.

Boris then turned his attention to Davinia!

"Do you enjoy your new position in life, Davinia?  For you, there
will be no cameras, no more protests.  Just servitude towards
your owners," said Boris.

"Yes, Master."

"When were you last paddled?"

"Last week, Master   by Lady Samantha," Davinia answered. 

Davinia had learned the hard way that she had to keep mental
track of her punishments   lest forgetfulness lead to another
punishment.  When Yvette had quickly answered Boris, she knew
that unless the maid answered correctly, Boris would use her for
a session!

"Very good then.  I'd like you to stand, and get a paddle from
the dresser, and hand it to me, then kneel in front of me," Boris
instructed.

"Yes, Master."

Davinia did as she was instructed, no longer self-conscious of
her nakedness.  After all, what use did slave girls need of
clothes, unless they were worn to please her Masters?

"You may kiss the paddle, Davinia," ordered Boris.

Davinia had grown used to this little ritual between Master and
slave.  It signified her submission to her situation.

"Yes, Master," Davinia replied.

Davinia kissed the leather paddle, knowing full well that it
would soon be used on her bottom.  She knew that she eagerly
awaited her newest ordeal, since her nipples were erect, and her
pussy was wet with desire!

"Over my knee!" Boris ordered.

"Yes, Master!" Davinia replied, as she placed herself at his
mercy.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Without ceremony, Boris began to use the leather paddle on
Davinia's bottom!  With methodical efficiency, the burly Russian
struck her bottom one time after another!

"Owwwww!"  Davinia cried out in pain as the paddle struck her
bottom, and the resulting sound was like that of a rifle shot!

"Arrogant, prideful English Slave Girl!" Boris exclaimed, "If I
had you in my dacha, you'd be very humble indeed!"

"Yes.......yes, Master!" Davinia cried out between paddle
strokes.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

In spite of her best efforts, Davinia again found herself
becoming sexually aroused while being punished by Boris!  She
knew that her nipples were already erect, and her quim was
sopping wet!

She had been well trained by Sir Ian and Lady Samantha, and in
her haze of tears, she knew that she had become just like Erin: a
sexual plaything of the secret oil organization, Baku!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Owwwwww!" Davinia cried.

"Silence, or you'll be gagged!" Boris commanded.

"Yes, Master!"

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Would there ever be an end to the horrible leather paddle? It was
just one more device that was used to inflict pain and suffering
upon her!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"She has been well trained!" Boris observed.

"Yes, very much.  Do you think that Sir Ian might sell her?"
Arkady asked.

"Perhaps, if the price is right!" Boris laughed.
Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Davinia quickly realized that whatever torments she would endure
with Sir Ian, she was better off being owned by him!  She was
sure that Arkady would never let her forget her assault on him,
and that she would be subject to endless tortures as a result!

Next, in a sudden pause, Davinia felt her moist sex invaded by
Boris, as his middle and forefinger were inserted into her molten
slit!

"She wets easily!" Boris observed.

"Sir Ian knows how to train his girls well!" Arkady complimented
his absent host.

Now that Boris was occupying himself with the submissive Davinia,
it was now Erin's turn to be entertained.

With Boris occupying himself with Davinia, now it was time for
Arkady to have some fun with her naked and vulnerable companion,
Erin!

"Hands behind your neck, Erin, and open your legs to me," Arkady
ordered!

"Yes, Master!" Erin replied as she did as he ordered.

"When did I last use you?" Arkady questioned.

"Last year in Germany Master, at that meeting in the Bavarian
Alps."

"One day I must buy a castle somewhere.  They really knew how to
entertain captives in them back in the old days."

"Yes, Master."

"You too have been well trained.  What do you desire more, my
whip or my prick?"

"Both, Master.  However you wish to use me I am at your
command!"

"If only you wore my rings instead of those of Sir Ian!  I would
make you the most desirable slave in all of Russia!"

"Yes, Master," Erin agreed.

"Perhaps one day, should Sir Ian sell you, I would be willing to
pay a good price," said Arkady.

Erin observed that she could see his interest in her by his
erection under the robe he wore, matching that of his brother!

"I think perhaps the riding crop," said Arkady.

"Whatever my master desires," Erin replied.

"Good.  I want you to stand up and get the riding crop from the
table, then come back here and stand with your hands clasped
behind your head and your legs opened, and hold the crop between
your teeth!"  Arkady instructed.

"Yes, Master," Erin quickly answered.

Erin did as she was told, and assumed the position that Arkady
had ordered, clenching the riding crop between her teeth!

Arkady next began to fondle her firm breasts, and then his right
hand moved down between her legs, to her already wet quim!

"You are already wet," Arkady observed.

"Yes, Master," Erin replied.

"Kiss the tip and thank me," Arkady ordered, as he removed the
crop from Erin's mouth, who released the instrument to his
control!

"Thank you Master for the punishment that I am about to receive,"
said Erin after her lips had kissed the instrument of her coming
anguish!

Arkady stood back and began by delivering several strokes of the
crop to her exposed breasts!  Before she had been trained, Erin
would have cried out in pain and try to run from her distress!

But now, as a trained slave, she was used to such agonies and
worse!  Standing still as if she had been rooted to the spot, she
absorbed every blow to her exposed female flesh!

Arkady was a skilled Master, never striking the same area twice!
He did not break the skin or draw blood, since damaging another
owner's property (unless receiving permission first) was
considered bad behavior!

Meanwhile, Erin stood completely still and endured his
punishment, even as the crop soon reached down between her legs
to the sensitive flesh on her inner thighs and her sex!

Her rings jangled as the crop struck them, producing a strange
music of her ordeal!

The only sounds in the bedroom were now the strokes of the paddle
on Davinia's bottom as administered by Boris; and the riding crop
onto Erin by Arkady.

Occasionally, both girls would emit a mewling sound as they were
punished, and both men would draw great breaths as they charged
themselves with oxygen to punish their respective girls!

Arkady circled around Davinia like a shark, striking her bottom,
pausing to feel the reddened globes!

"Do you want my prick up your bottom?" questioned Arkady.

"Yes, Master!" Erin quickly answered.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.  Lady Samantha
entered, wearing her red PVC Catsuit and four inch high heels.

"Gentleman, sorry to disturb you, but Sir Ian would like to see
you in his office.  You have an urgent call from Moscow."

Both Boris and Arkady stopped their punishments of their
respective girls, and uttered similar curses in Russian.  Boris
ordered Davinia off his lap, and she knelt on the carpet, with
her hands behind her back in submission.  He stood up, and his
massive erection stuck out from his robe!

"Damn!  Just when I was getting excited!" complained Boris.

"Me, too!" agreed Arkady, "you may let your hands down, Erin.  I
don't want your arms to become tired!"

"Business calls," said Boris as he led the way out of the
bedroom, and the bedroom was now occupied by three females, one
dominant, two slaves!

"Enjoying yourselves, girls?" Lady Samantha asked.

"Yes, Mistress," they both replied in unison.

"Sir Ian and I are well pleased by your submission to Arkady and
Boris.  Both of you are sweeteners to a big oil deal, so you must
do whatever you are told.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, you both understand what your true position is now in
life."

"Yes, Mistress."

It was at that moment that both Arkady and Boris returned,
looking less happy than when they had left to take the phone
call.

"Something wrong?" asked Lady Samantha.

"Da, we must return to Russia immediately.  Political troubles. 
We can't even leave the country for a few days of business and
pleasure before the politicians start stirring up trouble," said
Boris.

"We have to pay off more politicians," commented Arkady, "then
they will do our bidding."

"It's a pity that we can't loan Davinia and Erin for some of our
politicians to use.  Then they would be in our debt, and do
whatever we ask them!" laughed Boris.

"But Boris, we already have quite a few slave girls of our own to
loan out.  The trouble is, our politicians don't know how to use
a whip   all they do is take our money and drink vodka!" agreed
Arkady.

"Too bad.  I trust you have a least a few more hours with us?"
asked Lady Samantha.

"Yes," Boris replied, "our private plane is being readied now at
the airport."

"Good.  Sir Ian and I have prepared a special surprise that we
will now set up in the Dungeon.  I'll take the girls and see you
in an hour.  Until then, you can amuse yourself with Yvette,"
said Lady Samantha.

"One slave for two men?" asked Boris.

"She has more than one hole, doesn't she?" questioned Lady
Samantha.

"Yes," replied Arkady.

"Then you can drill at the front, and Boris can drill at the
back!" declared Lady Samantha, smiling at her two guests.

They all laughed together, except of course for Yvette; Erin; and
Davinia.

Having just been paddled, Davinia knew full well that she herself
could have been in Yvette's place   but now Lady Samantha said
that Davinia and Erin were going to be used for something else. 
What else could these fiends have in store for her?

"Come girls," ordered Lady Samantha, "time is of the essence. 
Enjoy yourselves, and we'll see you shortly!" she said to Boris
and Arkady.

	***

After an hour of amusing themselves with Yvette, who managed to
please both men with her submissiveness under the crop, and her
sexual skills, Lady Samantha returned to summon them to the
Dungeon.

"Did you have a good time?" asked Lady Samantha.

"Yes, thank you!" Boris answered, "one day Sir Ian must let me
borrow Yvette for an extended period.  I'm sure that we can show
her what good Russian hosts we can be!"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," answered Lady Samantha.

"As I said, my cell door is always open!"

"I'm sure that goes for both of you!" said Lady Samantha, "but I
don't want to keep you away from your surprise any longer!"

Lady Samantha then walked over to the bed where Yvette had been
waiting after both men had used her.  Her body showed the marks
of the riding crop and whip, and come shone on her mouth and Lady
Samantha was sure that her bottom hole had been used as well!

From the dresser she retrieved a pair of handcuffs and locked
first her right wrist, and then her left behind her back,
rendering her helpless!

Then she took a chain that had been hanging from the wall near
the bed and locked that to Yvette's collar.

"Now don't go anywhere," said Lady Samantha, "or I'll put a
ball-gag in your mouth!"

With her wrists cuffed behind her back and her collar attached to
a chain on the wall, it was highly doubtful that Yvette would be
going anywhere until she was released!

"Shall we go, gentlemen?"

	***

When the trio entered the Dungeon, Boris and Arkady could not
have been more pleased!

Both Erin and Davinia had been mounted on the horse   a
triangular torture device where their entire weight rested on
their sensitive sex.  They were held in place by their ankle
bracelets; and their wrists were bound behind their backs!  Each
girl had a red rubber ball-gag in her mouth, silencing their
cries!

"I had planned to keep them on the horse for a few hours to get
them in mood for our next exhibition, but since you have to leave
shortly, we have to compress our schedule!"

Both Erin and Davinia looked fearfully at the three, who were
soon joined by Sir Ian.  Now all of their tormentors were in the
Dungeon at the same time!

"Just wonderful!" commented Sir Ian, "Davinia has not experienced
the horse, so this is her first time.  But it won't be her
last!"

"Not only are they suffering agony being on the horse and having
their sex split in two, but they are both impaled on a rubber
cock as well!"

At that moment there was a small buzzing noise, and both Erin and
Davinia began to squirm and cry out in their bondage, at least to
the extent that the rubber balls in their mouths allowed them
to!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Davinia cried, and Erin emitted the same sounds!

"Nothing so poignant as two naked helpless girls being tormented
by technology, don't you agree?" asked Lady Samantha.

"Simply wonderful," agreed Boris, but is this the special
surprise you were talking about?"

"No, this is just the appetizer!  I'm sure that both girls would
do just about anything right now to get off the horse, don't you
agree?"  asked Lady Samantha.

Both girls looked at Lady Samantha with both anticipation and
fear.  What else did Sir Ian and Lady Samantha now have in
store?

At that moment, the buzzing returned.  Davinia struggled against
her bonds, helpless as the rubber invader inside her stimulated
her to yet another sexual climax!  She wondered what it would be
like to be forced to sit on the horse for hours with this thing
inside her as her sex was split in two!

"Mmmmmmmmph!"  Davinia cried out in sexual agony!

Next to both horses, plastic sheeting had been spread on the
Dungeon's wooden floor.  What could Lady Samantha possibly have
in mind next for her captives?

After being locked on the horses, both girls had watched as Lady
Samantha had left them to their agonies; and returned with the
two Russian brothers.

"Let me go get the next part of the puzzle, and then you'll
understand," said Lady Samantha, "you can amuse yourself with the
girls until I return, but don't release them from the horse until
I return!"

Lady Samantha then walked out of the Dungeon, and each of them
chose a girl to torment.

It was no surprise for Davinia that Arkady would take advantage
of her while bound on the horse.  First he pinched and pulled at
her nipples, and she knew that Arkady would surely have placed
clamps on them if they were available.

She moaned as her female flesh was being used for his pleasure,
and then when the dildo inside her went off again, she again
squirmed in agony in her bondage!  

Then one of his hands found it's way down between her legs, and
she could feel his fingers at the apex of her thighs where the
rubber dildo invaded her naked sex!

"If I get you in my Dacha, Davinia, I promise you that you will
feel the lash, and sit upon the horse for many hours of agony  
which I shall watch and record for my pleasure!"  said Arkady.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Davinia cried again.

The door opened, and Lady Samantha rolled a trolley on which
there was a rubber tub, from which steam emanated.  There were
clearly bottles in the tub, it contained something, but what?

"Gentleman, you may release your charges from the horse!" said
Lady Samantha, "and have them kneel on the sheets   you can see
the small pillows I have provided   after all, I don't want to
damage their knees, do I?" she laughed.

Both Arkady and his brother began to release the girls from their
torments.  Since they were held in place by snap rings, no keys
were necessary!  First their legs were released, and then their
arms!

Then they helped both of them off the hose, and both girls gasped
through their gags as they rose from the dildos in their sex! 
Lady Samantha then produced a remote control to shut off the
dildos, so they would not interfere with the next part of their
plan!

Neither Davinia or Erin could thank their captors for their
release from bondage!  Still gagged, they were led over to the
small pillows on the place sheets, and knelt without protest.

"You can lock their hands behind their backs," suggested Lady
Samantha, "not that they'll try to escape!"

Arkady locked Davinia's hands behind her back, while Boris left
Erin's unlocked.

"Now come and get it!" chuckled Lady Samantha, "before it gets
cold!"

Both men walked over to the trolley, and watched as their host
seated himself on a wooden throne where he could now watch the
proceedings in comfort.

"You are simply too much!" said Arkady to Lady Samantha.

"I thought you would enjoy the irony," replied Lady Samantha.

Arkady took a large glass bottle from the tub, and walked over to
where Davinia waited for the next phase of her slavery.  She
shivered in both anticipation and fear.

He opened the bottle, and poured a generous helping of treacle
onto her breasts, which protruded since her hands were locked
behind her back!

"Don't be shy, there's plenty of treacle to go round," suggested
Lady Samantha.

"Mmmmmmmph!" moaned Davinia, still gagged!

Totally helpless, Davinia could do nothing as Arkady poured
bottle after bottle of treacle on her naked flesh.  Warm from the
bottle, it soon cooled and stuck to her exposed body.

She gasped when Arkady released the ball-gag from between her
lips, taking deep breaths through her mouth.

"Thank you, Master!" she cried.

Then Arkady began to pour the treacle into her hair, leaving it a
sticky, gooey, matted mess!

Davinia could not have felt more humiliated than if she had been
forced to walk down Piccadilly Circus naked!  She had, after all,
tried to pour a quart of motor oil on Arkady when he was on a
business trip to London!

Now her she was, naked and bound, whipped and trained as a slave
girl, and she had to endure the indignity of having treacle
poured over her naked body!

"Tell me, Davinia," questioned Arkady, "in the past, who produced
treacle?"

"Slaves," Davinia answered.

"And what are you?"

"Your slave, Master!" Davinia cried.

"It must have been wonderful back in those old days in the West
Indies," commented Arkady.

"If you didn't die of a tropical disease first!" added Boris.

Davinia remembered her history classes in school where she had
been taught about the triangular trade of the British Empire of
slaves, molasses, and rum!  

She had wanted to pour motor oil onto Arkady to make the point
that oil had made everyone slaves of an industry that she
considered corrupt.

What Davinia could never have conceived was just how corrupt and
degenerate oil could make it's owners!  And that she would
ultimately become it's slave!

Arkady then opened his robe, and Davinia did not have to be told
to suck his cock.  He had only fucked Yvette once in her bottom,
and then had carefully cleaned his organ in the bathroom shortly
thereafter.

Davinia sucked eagerly at his cock, which soon began to harden
and rise within her mouth.  She had been well trained by Lady
Samantha, knowing full well that she would suffer the whip and
crop if she did not learn how to please!

She could no longer even think of resisting her captors, as she
had been molded by the whip and the constant use of her
sexually.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned as she sucked on Arkady's rigid organ,
and was rewarded when he climaxed, his come spurting into her
mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaah! Arkady groaned when he shot his seed into her, most
of it going down her throat, but some spilling down her chin!

"Satisfied, Arkady?" asked Lady Samantha, a huge grin on her
face.

At that moment, Boris climaxed also inside Erin's mouth, since
after dousing her with treacle, he had used her mouth as well!

"You have an excellent sense of humor, Lady Samantha   just like
Chekhov!" 

"Thank you, Arkady!  My pleasure."

"No, my pleasure!" Arkady answered.

Arkady then pulled Davinia to her feet, and motioned for her to
bend over!  He grabbed her by her hips, holding her in place, and
Davinia knew what was going to happen next!

Davinia did so, and was shocked when his cock, rigid again,
plunged into her bottom hole, lubricated by her saliva and his
come!

"Aaaaaah!" Davinia cried when she was impaled by the massive
Russian tool within her bottom.

For weeks Davinia had worn the hated butt plug harness around her
loins, with the rubber shaft up her bottom stretching her bottom
hole to accommodate her captors future use!  Twice a week, Sir
Ian had lubricated her arse, and pushed his steel hard cock
inside of her!

Davinia had wished that Sir Ian would have used her as a woman,
but he seemed preoccupied with her bottom hole, preferring to use
that orifice instead of her quim!

She could have relieved herself of the harness at any time, since
it was not locked upon her, but secured by just roller buckles! 
However, she had followed Erin's advice that if she removed the
device, she would be subject to more terrible punishments!  

So Davinia had her bottom hole stretched, and now she was being
put to the test as Arkady gripped her naked body and thrust his
cock up her bottom!  

Arkady pulled his cock out, then rammed it inside her again!

"Aaaaaaah!"

Davinia could not have felt more helpless or humiliated as she
was used time after time!  Still covered in treacle, she glanced
at the Dungeon mirror and was shocked at the sight of her, a
gooey mess, her hair that had been so carefully attended to by
Yvette was now a mess.  But worst of all, she was bent over, and
Arkady's huge cock penetrated her time after time!

After what felt like an eternity, finally Arkady again spilled
his seed, but this time into her bottom!  She felt every
pulsation of his cock inside her as her bowels filled with his
come!

She wondered how many times he could accomplish this feat of
sexual stamina!

Finally, he moaned, and released her!

At that moment, Davinia realized what Erin had been telling her
all along was finally true.

She was a slave!

THE END of "Davinia" CH05 PT3

  









   

 

 
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