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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
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similar behavior.
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"Davinia 1: The Price of Oil"

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"Davinia 1: The Price of Oil" CH07 PT1 The Oil Minister

Davinia's next surprise came one morning when she was awaiting
Sir Ian in the Day Room.  Yvette had conducted her there and
Davinia had put up no resistance as her hands were locked behind
her back and a red ball-gag placed between her lips.

In the last few days, Davinia had noticed a marked change in her
owner.  He seemed to be spending more time away from both Davinia
and Erin, and she wondered why.

Erin, who had been owned be Sir Ian, knew the problem
immediately.

"Sir Ian has to leave Africa soon   in fact, I'm surprised that
he's been here this long.  He's just got to get back to London
and New York   you can only run a company this size only for so
long by teleconferencing.  Sooner or later the press will start
nipping about, and his absence will become first gossip   then
serious journalists will star looking into the matter."

"Just like I used to do," said Davinia.

"Exactly   training a new slave girl is diverting, but Sir Ian
has a global oil business to run.  That's why he lets Lady
Samantha do most of the work of confining and slave girls for him
  otherwise, he'd be too busy!"

Yvette conducted Davinia to the Day Room and attached her wrists
and ankles to spreader bars, and then attached her wrist bar to a
ceiling chain.  Another was locked to a chain from the floor,
which would limit Davinia's attempts to twist away from her
punishment!

Then the ceiling chain was raised, and Davinia's feet were left
just touching the floor.  Her naked body was stretched taut, and
she was totally vulnerable and exposed to whatever Sir Ian had
planned!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" groaned Davinia which was all the ball-gag would
allow.

"Mademoiselle is anxious to see her Master, non?  She desires the
use of his whip?" replied Yvette.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

"Sir Ian said I could keep Mademoiselle entertained until he
finishes his phone call, non?  Perhaps a few strokes of the whip?
 Yvette is trained not just to accept the whip, but use it as
well."

Yvette reached out and kneaded both of Davinia's breasts with her
hands, finally settling on pinching and pulling her nipples! 
Davinia squirmed and tried to escape from her attentions, but she
was chained in place!

"Mmmmmmmph!" cried Davinia.

"Perhaps Mademoiselle is sorry for her choice of career, given
that it has led to this fate, non?" asked Yvette, "I am sure the
pretty activist never considered the idea that she would be
chained and whipped in a Dungeon, non?"

"Mmmmmmmph!"

"Perhaps a few strokes of the whip  from Yvette will brighten
Mademoiselle's day, non?"

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

Yvette walked over the wall and removed the whip which Davinia
had become so familiar with these last few months.  She then
clicked her heels back to Davinia, and stood in front of her,
with the whip coiled in her left hand.  The Maid was dressed in
black high heels, latex stockings, a latex uniform, corset, and
headpiece!  She was also wearing a collar and bondage bracelets
on her wrists, for she was a slave just like Davinia and Erin!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Yvette wasted no time in using the whip on Davinia, nor did she
remove her ball-gag.  Davinia could do nothing, not even scream
as the gag defeated her attempts at speech!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" was all that Davinia could manage with the rubber
ball in her mouth!

"Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Davinia realized that Yvette was quite proficient with the whip!
Each impact stung and left a mark, but did not break the skin,
and then she would move onto another part of her anatomy!

But of course she realized that Yvette was saving Davina's flesh
for a reason: she was warming up Davinia for Sir Ian   who would
probably not be as gentle as Yvette was now being with the whip!

"Mmmmmmmph!" protested Davinia.

"Mademoiselle does not like being whipped with the gag, non? 
There are worse things to come, my sweet.  Your cries and tears
will no effect!"

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Davinia writhed under the whip, but to no effect!  She was truly
a prisoner, and what was worse, she was actually enjoying being
whipped!  It no longer mattered to her who was holding the lash
at this point, but she had discovered that she craved the whip  
and all that came with it!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Very good, Yvette," complimented Sir Ian, "I'll have to let you
discipline more of my slaves now that I know just how good you
are at it."

Neither Davinia or Erin had heard Sir Ian quietly enter the Day
Room, as both had been engrossed in their place as Mistress and
slave!

"Thank you, Master," said Yvette.

"Finish what you started, Yvette.  You can't leave Davinia
hanging, her body now cries out for your lash!  I'll stand here
and observe!"

"Yes, Master!"

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Yvette returned to her naked helpless captive and continued
whipping her, each stroke stronger than the last.  Davinia
continued to twist in her bonds in a futile attempt to evade the
lash, but there would be no respite from the leather that she
desired!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" cried Davinia.

Yvette then directed her attentions to between Davinia's legs,
and the whip struck at  the sensitive flesh on the inside of her
thighs, sometimes onto her naked quim itself!

Tears began to fall from Davinia's eyes as the heart of her
femininity was now under assault from the whip itself!

"Mmmmmmmph!" wept Davinia.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Yvette now ceased whipping Davinia and suddenly inserted her
middle and forefinger into her soaking wet quim, stimulating the
already engorged clitoris and allowing Davinia sexual release! 
She had not originally planned to do this, but Sir Ian had told
her that she could finish off her captive   so he followed his
orders!

"Mmmmmmmmph!"  Davinia now moaned with pleasure instead of pain
as one orgasm after another rippled through her naked body,
brought about by the whip!

Davinia discovered that being gagged had added an additional
dimension to her captivity.  Not only did it remove her ability
to protest her punishment, but it seemed to add to her sexual
pleasure when she was finally allowed to have an orgasm!

"Mmmmmmmph!" Davinia enjoyed the last of her orgasms as they died
down, leaving her hungry for more!  She then hung limply in
chains, wondering what was not in store for her!

"Very good, Yvette.  A bravo performance, if I do say so
myself."

"Thank you, Master," replied Yvette.

"Now why don't you go start lunch, and I'll keep Davinia
entertained from now on?"

"Yes, Master," said Yvette."

"And you can hand me the whip.  I think I'll be using on Davinia
as well!" 

"Yes, Master!"

Yvette did as she was instructed, and bowed before Sir Ian before
she left the Day Room, leaving Sir Ian and Davinia together.  He
was dressed in a white office shirt, trousers, and shined back
leather shoes, as if he was in a business office, not a bondage
scene!

"Sorry I was delayed, Davinia, but I was on the phone with my
good friend, oil minister Adam Nsonga.  We're going there for
lunch tomorrow   I have to see him about some important matters
before I leave Katanga -  and he's eager to see you!"

"Mmmmmmmmph!"

Still gagged, Davinia strained against her bonds!  Adam Nsonga
was one of the most corrupt men she could think of!  He had
siphoned off billions in oil revenue from Katanga to bank
accounts all over the world   while the citizens lived in abject
poverty, a fortunate few looted their own country!

So it was no surprise to find that Sir Ian and Adam Nsonga were
friends!  Or that they shared a similar hobby in keeping slave
girls!

"Now then, let's continue with the whip!" said Sir Ian.

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

Once again, the sounds of the whip echoed through the Day Room,
followed by the muffled cries of the gagged Davinia.  Even if she
didn't have the ball-gag in her mouth, she knew that her pleas
for him to stop would have fallen on deaf ears.

In the last few days, Sir Ian had begun to treat her harshly. 
His sessions with the whip and riding crop; also the flogger, had
grown longer and with stronger strokes than before!  Davinia
guessed that was because he had to go back to Europe to run his
company   and she was going to be shipped off to be trained as a
Pony Girl!

"Mmmmmmmph!" cried Davinia.

Erin had been very evasive about what Davinia could expect from
Pony Girl training.  Davinia had tried to press her on several
occasions, but her companion was not forthcoming about what
Davinia could expect from the next part of her slavery to Sir
Ian!

Davinia suspected that either Erin had been ordered not to tell
her what was coming, or that she was concealing it herself after
the harsh session where Davinia had been allowed to use her!

"My friend Adam isn't squeamish about girls   the more marks on
them the better.  He doesn't insist on a blank canvas before we
visit.  He believes that it shows what a girl is made of!"  Sir
Ian explained this to his bound, naked captive, as if he were
showing off a prized possession   not a naked slave girl!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" moaned Davinia.

Was there no end to this torment?

	***

The next day was a picture of normalcy   at least as normal as
could be for a girl in chains!

Yvette had bathed and prepared Davinia for her "meeting" with oil
minister Adam Nsonga.  She was bathed, her hair was done, and her
quim shaved so that no hair remained.  Then she was perfumed,
with generous amounts sprayed between her legs!  After months of
nakedness, she was allowed a white blouse; a tartan skirt; and
high heels.  But no bra or knickers!  She was still wearing her
collar and wrist and ankle bracelets, and there was no move to
remove them.  Nor did she wear stockings on her expertly shaved
legs!

Davinia felt like she was a museum object that was about to be
put on public display!

She had looked at the latest marks that Sir Ian had placed on her
skin with the whip yesterday   and she knew that Adam Nsonga
would be adding to her total!

This wasn't what she had been planning on when she had decided to
become an environmental activist while at university!

"Mademoiselle looks good for our host, yes?" asked Yvette.

"Thank you, Yvette," Davinia replied, looking at herself in the
mirror, as if she was going out for a date in London; instead of
another session under the lash!

"Sir Ian has made billions of pounds selling oil from Katanga,
non?  Davinia must be on her best behavior to satisfy Adam Nsonga
  else she will suffer!" cautioned Yvette.

Somehow, Davinia knew that she was going suffer either way   that
just like with Boris and Arkady   she was just the sweetener in a
web of oil corruption!

"Yes, Yvette   Davinia will be a good girl for our host!"

"Davinia has learned, non?"

"Oui!" Davinia replied.

	***  

For the first time she had been captured by Sir Ian, she was
actually going to be outside, however briefly!  She was soon
joined by Sir Ian who was wearing a Briony suit, in dark blue,
wearing sunglasses.

They walked downstairs to a metal door, and Sir Ian keyed in a
special code that opened the door to a concrete and metal
corridor, at the end of which was another steel door, that opened
to a special guard emplacement that was manned by several green
uniformed soldiers carrying automatic weapons!

"Good day, Sir Ian," greeted an officer.

"Good morning, Charles," Sir Ian replied.

"Your caravan is waiting outside, sir."

"Thank you, Charles," replied Sir Ian.

If the men were surprised by the fact that Davinia was wearing a
collar and bracelets, they displayed no sign of it.  The officer
escorted Sir Ian and Davinia outside, to where a group of Land
Rovers were waiting.  They were ushered inside one, and the
caravan soon began moving!

"How many men do you have here?" asked Davinia.

"A small army," answered Sir Ian, "we've been attacked in the
past, so I have to be ready."

"What about out little trip?"

"Nothing to worry about.  There are regular and irregular
patrols, and besides, I also buy off the guerillas for protection
as well."

"So you play both ends of the street!" exclaimed Davinia.

"As the Americans like to say, I control all of the angles!"

"While the people are dirt poor, a few make billions in profits
from their oil."

"But of course, my dear.  That's the way it always is   whether
you're in Texas, Arabia, or Katanga!  And nothing you activists
ever do will change that!"  calmly stated Sir Ian.

For the rest of the trip, there was no more discussion of oil, or
anything else.  Davinia reflected on the fact that none of Sir
Ian's Security Detail seemed to be shocked at the sight of a
collared woman also wearing bondage bracelets as his companion.

The drive to Adam Nsonga's house took them through well kept
roads, necessary for the upkeep of the oil industry.  Davinia
knew that outside of the major cities and oil centers, the rest
of the country suffered from a lack of infrastructure.

"House" was a misnomer   it was a mansion left over from colonial
times that Adam Nsonga had occupied and updated after his
appointment (by his brother the president) as Oil Minister.

They drove past a few checkpoints up to a manned gate (with black
troops carrying large automatic weapons) where they didn't wait
long.  The gate opened quickly, and the caravan drove inside.

When they had entered the caravan, the day had still been mild. 
They had traveled in air-conditioned comfort.  But when they
pulled up to the mansion's front entrance, the African sun had
attained it's full power and the heat was stifling and
oppressive!  

Sir Ian and Davinia exited the Land Rover, and walked up the
steps to the front door, which was opened by a butler within. 
Davinia was glad to get out of the heat, wondering just how
Europeans could have colonized Africa with such environmental
extremes!

"Hello Sir Ian!" Adam Nsonga greeted his guests.

"Hello, Adam, great to see you again!" replied Sir Ian.

Adam Nsonga was a large man   well over six feet tall   and broad
shouldered, who could often be seen towering over the heads of
other ministers at oil conferences.  He was a dark ebony, with
the blood of African chiefs in his veins.  Davinia remembered
that he had been educated at Oxford, and had finished at the
London School of Economics, where his thesis had naturally been
about oil!

His palatial mansion was painted in white, and well furnished. 
He escorted his guests into a parlor, where his wife, Judith, had
been sitting on a large, overstuffed couch.

She was considerably younger, just in her thirties, very
attractive (she had been a fashion model in the states before she
had married Adam).  She rose and kissed Sir Ian on the cheek, and
the three of them engaged in small talk about business and the
weather.  Judith was African, from a prominent family as well.

"So this is the famed Davinia!" exclaimed Adam, "Your pictures do
not do you justice, young woman!"

"Thank you sir!" Davinia quickly answered.

"Turn around." he ordered.

Davinia did as she was told, knowing that not to obey would
reflect badly on Sir Ian!

"Excellent.  Ian, you have superb tastes in everything   and that
includes slave girls!"

"Thank you, Adam."

Davinia did not expect that Judith had any objections to her
husband's peculiar hobby.  There had been stories in the press
about her lavish shopping trips in London and the continent   so
her money had to come from the same ill gotten gains that Adam
stole from his people!

"Please be seated Ian, we can relax for a few minutes before
lunch," suggested Adam to his guest.

Adam seated himself next to his wife, who had been reading a
fashion magazine.  Davinia had usually disdained such frivolous
things in favor of her activism, but now she dearly wished that
she could take a look at a world that did not have bondage and
discipline as it's hallmarks!

Davinia remained standing and silent, in fact she placed her
hands behind her back and waited for orders from her Master, just
as Lady Samantha had trained her   with the business end of a
riding crop! 

"Production of the new field is proceeding on schedule,"
explained Sir Ian, "However, the locals have protested to the UN
about the destruction of their traditional farmlands that we used
for road and pipeline construction."

"Yes, I know.  We have offered them land in return   pity it's
arid and unusable!" laughed Adam to his guest.

"What will you do?"

"I have constructed a model village that is well watered for the
UN Commissioner to visit, and if that doesn't convince him, we
can call on our other friends in the UN to quash the inquiry
completely.  The problems of a few farmers are nothing compared
to the other problems in today's world!" chuckled Adam.

"Which also allows us to grow rich in the process!" laughed Sir
Ian.

"I trust that you have diverted our share of the proceeds?"

"Yes, the field produces way more than the stated amount, and the
profits from the rest are hidden away in the Caymans and Swiss
accounts," answered Sir Ian.

"Interesting how one can lose the contents of a super tanker so
easily," laughed Adam.

"Once sold through the Netherlands, who knows where oil can turn
up?" answered Sir Ian.

They both laughed together, each of them wealthy at the expense
of the true owners of the nation's wealth.  Davinia had always
known about and researched the corruption that oil could bring  
but she never could have imagined that they would descend low
enough for sex slavery!

"Now that business has been attended to, we can turn onto more
pleasurable subjects," said Adam, "how is Davinia working out as
a slave?"

"Wonderfully," Sir Ian replied, "Davinia, you may now undress for
our hosts."

"Yes, Master!" Davinia quickly answered.

Without hesitation, Davinia unzipped her tartan skirt, and
carefully folding, placed it on the nearest chair.  She removed
her white blouse, and placed that on top of the skirt, and stood
in front of her masters, in the position Lady Samantha had taught
her as presentation.

"Excellent!" complimented Adam, "You have done well!"

"Thank you," replied Sir Ian, "Davinia, you may turn around for
our hosts."

"Yes, Master," Davinia replied.

Davinia turned slowly so that Adam Nsonga and his wife could see
her collar and bracelets, and the marks the whip had left behind
on her bottom, shoulder blades, and the insides of her thighs!

"She's been well whipped," observed Judith Nsonga, "Did you do
all of this yourself?"

"No, Lady Samantha had to do a lot of her training.  As you know,
I was out on site at the new field, so I couldn't whip her as
much as I'd like.  But now that I'm needed less at the field,
I've been whipping or flogging her every chance I get," casually
stated Sir Ian.

"How did she respond to training?" asked Adam.

"Once she realized that there was no escape, that the Royal
Marines were not going to be rescuing her, Davinia soon
discovered her true nature   that being a sex slave made her more
female than she ever could have imagined!"

"Yes, these do-gooders all have a hidden repressed sexuality that
just needs a collar and a whip to be exposed!" said Adam to his
guest, "I have a surprise as well   would you like to see?"

"I'd love to," Sir Ian answered.

"Judith, why don't you bring in our newest friend," suggested
Adam, "Davinia, you can kneel on the floor with your back to the
wall so as not to be in way."

"Yes, Master," Davinia quickly replied to her host.

Davinia surmised that this pair of Katanga's upper crust was
eager to show off something to their guest, and it wasn't going
to be new car or a piece of artwork!

Judith then rejoined the group by leading by a collar chain a
naked woman.  She was about five foot five inches, blonde, and
very attractive.  Like Davinia, she wore a collar on her neck,
and bondage bracelets on her wrists (which were locked behind her
back, making her breasts protrude).  Her name had been tattooed
above her right breast, and Davinia could see that her quim had
been shaved, and she wore the same kind of medallions from her
pierced labia!  There was the familiar red rubber ball-gag in her
mouth, which deprived her of speech!

"This is Tammy Reardon," began Adam, "Another Western
troublemaker who came to Katanga to interfere in our domestic
affairs."

"Really, what is her concern?"  asked Sir Ian.

"Why, human rights!" laughed Adam.

"And what did she discover?" questioned Sir Ian.

"Why, that there are no human rights in Katanga!" laughed Adam,
"Tammy here was taken in a raid by Communist forces last year."

"Pity that Tammy didn't know that they were on your payroll,
hmmmm?" replied Sir Ian.

"Yes, when a poor country is under attack from Communists, nobody
cares about health care, malnutrition, clean water, or human
rights," commented Adam, a devilish smile on his face. 

"Has she been trained?" asked Sir Ian, changing the subject.

"Yes, both my wife and myself have trained her harshly   we had
to beat any resistance out of her   she still thinks that she is
a human rights lawyer, not a slave, in the back of her mind.  
Judith, why don't you release her collar chain so that Tammy can
display herself to Sir Ian?"

"Yes, darling!"

Judith released the collar chain, and Tammy walked in punishing 6
inch heels to Sir Ian, who inspected her naked body, seeing the
whip marks on her breasts, and between her legs.

"I'm thinking of having her nipples ringed and one in her nose  
that way she'll know that she's really a slave," said Adam.

"That will add to her value."

Tammy then turned around slowly, and displayed the marks on the
back of her thighs and bottom.

"She's been well whipped," Sir Ian observed.

"Tammy has worn a butt plug to expand her bottom hole.  Quite a
comedown for an heiress."

"Really, how?'

"Her great grandparents made a fortune in oil in Oklahoma, which
succeeding generations have done a good job in maintaining.  What
Tammy should have done with her inheritance was to go to law
school, and entered a firm in the oil business.  Instead she bit
the hand that fed her, and chose human rights as her crusade  
and look where it led her!" chuckled Adam.

"Mmmmmmmph!"  moaned Tammy.

"See what I mean?  She still thinks that she has some rights,
when she has none at all!" commented Adam.

Judith then walked over and began to pinch and pull at Tammy's
nipples, which were already erect with her excitement, making her
squeal in pain!

"Silence, slut!" commanded Judith, "You've already been whipped
this morning, and you'll be whipped again!  Insolent white
slut!"

"Mmmmmmmph!"

Judith continued pinching her nipples, and then her right hand
cupped Tammy's sex, massaging the folds of her very femaleness!

"Slut!  You're wet already.  You desire my husband's cock and his
whip   which you shall have in quantity," said Judith.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

"Once a lawyer, always a lawyer!" laughed Sir Ian.

At that moment, a latex clad Maid walked into the parlor.  She
was wearing four inch heels; black latex stockings; a latex
Maid's uniform and corset; white apron and headpiece.  In
addition, her wrists and ankles were locked to short twelve inch
long chains, that restricted her movements.

"Lunch is served, Master," she announced.

"Thank you, Sally," Adam answered, "We can adjourn to the Dining
Room and see what Sally has cooked up for us!"

	***

The latex maid Sally had prepared a light lunch of salad, soup,
and sandwiches, which she served in the Dining Room to Sir Ian;
Judith and Adam Nsonga.  Davinia and Tammy were present also,
except that they were still naked, their hands locked behind
their backs, and made to kneel on the floor.  Their only comfort
was that a small rug had been provided so that they didn't have
to kneel on the bare, hard, wooden floor.  Davinia had not been
gagged unlike her companion, and the two captives stared at each
other fitfully during the Master's meal!

Davinia remembered the now carefree days when she had been free
in London, not reduced to her current status as a slave girl. 
For once the meal was over, both she and Tammy would again come
under the lash of their Masters!

Finally, coffee was served, and Sir Ian declined the offer of
Cuban cigars.  There was no expense spared amongst the upper
classes!

"Let's retire to the Dungeon then," suggested Adam Nsonga.

Davinia had followed behind Sir Ian; and Tammy had been led by
her collar chain by Judith Nsonga.  They all took one trip in an
elevator down to the lowest floor in the mansion.  The Dungeon
was entered by a secret door that had an electronic lock and
keyed combination.

"In the old days," began Adam Nsonga, "Every castle and fort had
a public place to keep slaves, but in our more enlightened times,
we have to be more discreet about our special activities."

"Yes, husband.  Remember when I had to entertain those American
reporters last year?  I doubt they would have been pleased to
discover that beneath their very feet we were keeping naked slave
girls for our pleasure!"  laughed Judith Nsonga.

Davinia remembered that magazine piece   in fact, she had passed
it around the office and asked what they were really hiding   now
she was going to find out!

The Dungeon lived up to it's name.  It had several cells that
could keep numerous girls in lengthy captivity, complete with
facilities for bathing and toilets!

The walls were lined with every device that she could think of
for inflicting pain on naked slave girls!  Whips; Crops;
Floggers; Canes!  In addition, the Dungeon had a rack; small
cages; the horse (when resting upon it, a girl would feel like
she was being split in two); ceiling chains to hang a girl from;
stocks; and other things she had never seen before!

"It's wonderful what diverted oil money can buy," Adam Nsonga
calmly stated as if he were describing the way an ordinary family
might talk about a new bedroom set!

"Shall we begin?" asked Judith.

"Why not?" Sir Ian replied.

	***

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Tammy cried out, in obvious distress.

Sir Ian had removed his suit jacket and tie, and had proceeded to
hang Tammy from the ceiling by her ankles, with her wrists still
locked behind her back.  Her ankles were locked to a spreader
bar, leaving her very exposed indeed!

Then he had taken a cane from the wall, and tested it with his
hands, judging just how much resistance the bamboo contained.  He
then swished it through the air a few times, just to hear how it
sounded, and then began to beat the soles of Tammy's feet with
it!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

After a few strokes on the soles of her feet, the cane would
impact at the apex of her legs on the sensitive skin of her naked
sex, the outside of her thighs, and her exposed bottom!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Tammy protested, but nothing coherent could be said
with the ball in her mouth.

"Do you beat Davinia in this way?" asked Judith.

"Not yet, but eventually!" Sir Ian replied, a smile on his face.

Davinia cringed inside, imagining what Tammy must be going
through just now.  Erin had told her that being beaten on the
soles of her feet was something truly terrible, to be feared!  It
was, she reflected, the one part of her anatomy that neither Sir
Ian nor Lady Samantha had yet used!

Crack!  Crack!  Crack!

"Mmmmmmmmph!" cried Tammy, and there was no one to comfort her or
dry her tears!

With Tammy now being used, Davinia was suddenly conscious that it
was now her turn to be used!

"Suck my cock!" ordered Adam Nsonga.

Davinia sank to her knees as Adam Nsonga opened his trousers to
expose his mighty black tool, which was surely the largest that
she had ever seen!  Without hesitation she opened her mouth to
admit the massive organ, which he pushed inside her to the back
of her mouth!  She began sucking immediately, her entire focus on
the pulsing hard rod inside her mouth!

"I see that Sir Ian has trained you well, Davinia!  It took quite
a few beatings to convince Tammy here that she is just a
receptacle for my pleasure!  Perhaps if I had beaten her on the
soles of her feet, her training would have proceeded faster!"
gloated Adam Nsonga.

Davinia concentrated on the job at hand, for she knew that unless
she gave Adam Nsonga a satisfactory blow job, she would be
severely punished   which was what she expected would happen
today anyway! 

"Mmmmmmm!" Davinia moaned as she sucked on the massive tool in
her mouth.  In contrast, Boris and Arkady had come quickly!  But
Adam Nsonga could stay hard inside her and not come so easily!

"Suck me, white bitch!  That's all you're good for!" laughed Adam
Nsonga, making his with Judith smile.

Judith, meanwhile, left the main part of the dungeon for a small
closet which was bigger than most London flats.  She took off her
designer dress from DKNY, and replaced it with a red latex
bodysuit and matching boots.  Now this was something that she
couldn't buy at Harrods!

When she reappeared, Davinia was still servicing her husband,
fucking her mouth with his massive, hard, ebony cock!

Adam smiled at his wife's change of clothes, designer dresses
were fine elsewhere, but leather, latex, and PVC were de riguer
in the Dungeon!

Finally, Davinia's attentions had the desired effect!  His cock
began to pulsate in her mouth, indicating that an orgasm was
coming!

However, he had something else in mind!  He withdrew his organ
from her mouth, leaving Davinia puzzled and disappointed!  He
indicated that she should rise, and he threw her over a black
leather footstool.  Judith handed him a tube of lubricant which
he sprayed into her arse; and then plunged his still erect cock
into her bottom!

"Aaaaaaaaah!" Davinia screamed as the massive tool now began it's
wanton assault on her bottom hole!

Even wearing a series of larger and larger butt plugs in her
bottom had not prepared her for the massive rod inside her rear!
Adam pushed his cock inside her, past her anal sphincter, and
then finally came inside her with a massive climax!

Davinia cried out in pain as her bottom was stretched far beyond
anything that she had ever felt before!  She felt his come
spurting into her bottom like a volcano that had finally
exploded!

"You're tight!" commented Adam Nsonga.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" Davinia screamed in pain as her bottom was rent
asunder by the massive cock inside her!  Surely women were never
meant to be used in this cruel way!

Adam Nsonga pushed deeper inside her, making Davinia scream in
pain.  Finally, even he could no longer continue, and his cock
began to falter and lose it's erection!

He withdrew, and Davinia lay in pain on the footstool, her hands
grasping the leather for support, her eyes filled with tears! 
His come was leaking from her bottom, and ran down the insides of
her thighs!

"Do you think I over did it?" innocently asked Adam to his latex
clad wife.

"She'll recover.  Lady Samantha always trains her slaves well. 
You get dressed in something more appropriate to the Dungeon, and
I'll attend to Davinia.  I'm sure that she'll enjoy your whip as
well!"

Adam Nsonga went off to the closet to change into a white riding
shirt; jodhpurs; and matching boots.  He took his time, since he
knew that Davinia would need time to recover!  After all, beating
an insensate slave gave him no pleasure!

Judith Nsonga gave Davinia something to drink, and cleaned the
come that was dribbling from her bottom.  Then she sprayed some
topical anesthetic to relieve the pain that the harsh violation
had caused.

Davinia sobbed, wishing that Lady Samantha was here to comfort
her, not some stranger!

"There now, you did very well, my dear," complimented Judith
Nsonga.

"My bottom hurts!" cried Davinia.

"That will pass quickly, my dear.  I'm sure that you'll be
alright soon.  There's no bleeding, so I doubt that there was any
real damage done!"

Unknown to Davinia, Sir Ian had been silently watching everything
that had transpired.  When they returned to his compound, he
would have the doctor give Davinia  a complete exam, since he did
not want his property injured in any way!

Soon, the hurt vanished, and Davinia regained her composure. 
Adam Nsonga reappeared, and now the use of her naked body could
begin again.

"How are you feeling, slave?" asked Adam Nsonga.

"Better, Master!" said Davinia.

Much as she had been hurting just a few minutes ago, Davinia had
now recovered.

"Get to your feet, slave.  I want you to go to wall and select
the instrument of your next punishment!"

"Yes, Master," said Davinia as she stood up, and shakily made her
way to the many instruments of torment before her.

Since her Master Sir Ian had whipped her the day before, she
chose the flogger.  The leather tips had been tied in small
knots, which had then been soaked in water!  It would hurt
terribly, and each stroke would leave a mark!

Davinia walked back to Adam Nsonga, and presented it to him, and
bowed.

"This humble slave requests the use of the flogger, sir!" Davinia
begged.

"Your request is granted, slave!  Judith, you may hang her from
the ceiling so that I may punish this worthless slut!"

"Yes, Sir!" agreed Judith.

In just a few minutes, Davinia was again exposed and helpless,
awaiting yet another punishment!  Surely there were better things
to do with naked girls than to flog them!

"Kiss the flogger!" commanded Adam Nsonga.

"Yes, Master!" quickly obeyed Davinia.

Swish!  Crack!  Swish!  Crack!  Swish!  Crack!

The sounds of Davinia's punishment echoed through the Dungeon,
and even in her weakened state, Davinia did not cry out.  Adam
Nsonga circled around her like a shark, the flogger never
striking that same part of her naked anatomy twice!

Her exposed and firm breasts; her thighs; her bottom; and her sex
all come in for punishment.  But when  the flogger struck the
insides of her thighs, her most sensitive female flesh, did she
writhe and fight against her chains.

It was a touching sight indeed, a naked white girl being soundly
flogged by a larger black man.

Davinia's slavery now knew no bounds   for she no longer cared
who held the whip, only that she be punished for being a slave  
which Sir Ian had molded her into!

In spite of the agony that her bottom had been subjected to,
Davinia soon responded to the effects of the flogger, and she
began to become sexually excited.  Adam Nsonga was a skilled
Master, and realized that after the pain that he had inflicted on
her bottom, Davinia was going to receive a special treat   she
would be used as a woman for a change!

Swish!  Crack!  Swish!  Crack!  Swish!  Crack!

The sound of her punishment continued, and was relentless in the
way it was administered.  Davinia had been primarily trained to
take the lash, indeed she craved it!  So the familiar sensations
coursed through her naked body even as she was being flogged once
again!

"Aaaaaaaaah!" Davinia cried.

"Take her down!" suddenly ordered Adam, for he knew that Davinia
was finally ready to receive her reward for being such a good
slave!

Judith quickly lowered the ceiling chain, and released Davinia
from her imprisonment.  Adam Nsonga wasted no time, and decided
to take her on the floor right there!  He opened his jodhpurs,
and again his massive ebony tool was deployed.

Davinia was already wet and waiting, and his cock did not need to
be forced into her channel.  In fact, she welcomed the massive
tool into her sex, wanting his maleness inside her!

Adam Nsonga pumped his massive cock inside her, driving Davinia
ever closer to climax!  Sweat poured from her naked body, the
effects of the flogging and now the forced sex had charged her
sexually.

"May I come, Master?" Davinia asked between strokes of his penis
into her quim.

"Soon, slave!" 

"Please?" Davinia begged.

"Now, slave!"

Just as she had been trained, Davinia finally came as the orgasms
flowed through her naked and punished body.  She had learned that
orgasms were the reward for being a good slave, a goal that she
was determined to fulfill!

"Oooooooooh!" Davinia cried out, happy that her mouth was not
filled by the ball-gag!

She felt as Adam Nsonga pumped his come into her sex, making her
scream with joy as the demands of her quim were finally being
answered!  She felt deprived that Sir Ian didn't use her quim
more often, preferring her mouth and bottom instead!

Davinia grabbed onto Adam Nsonga, enfolding his massive black
body with her arms, clinging to his maleness.

Sir Ian watched everything, and knew that he had to adjust his
training methods.  Davinia deserved to have orgasms more often
from now on!

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