by Kim Knight
‘What do you say, whore?’
Alex’s eyes snapped open and she stared up at Kate.
‘Well?’ Kate said angrily.
‘Thank you ... Master.’
The man smiled at Kate as he continued to fuck her.
‘Master Massen, may I be permitted to join you?’
The man nodded, ‘By all means, make the whore come, I will enjoy the feel of her juice on my cock.’
Kate dropped to her knees between Alex’s legs, ‘And then she will clean it for you,’ she announced as she lowered her mouth to Alex’s pussy. Her tongue flicked over her clitoris and Alex gasped, whimpering with desire.
The man laughed, ‘She reminds me of someone ...’ he laughed again, ‘... a certain, inexperienced slave who didn’t know her place but who certainly knew what she wanted ...’
Kate’s laugh was hot against Alex’s pussy as she lifted her head for a moment, ‘What I needed ... yes.’
The man groaned, ‘God, I wish it was your cunt I was sliding into,’
Kate shook her head, using the movement to run her lips over Alex’s labia. ‘Is my slave’s tight pussy not good enough for you?’
‘Her cunt is as tight as I could wish for ... but she’s not you.’
‘You honour me,’ Kate said softly before delving her tongue between Alex’s labia, catching the root of his cock.
He tipped his head back and groaned loudly, ‘You fucking whore tease,’ he laughed, ‘I shall whip your arse for that at the next opportunity.’
If Kate responded, Alex didn’t hear because her climax was suddenly upon her and there was no stopping it. ‘Miss ... please ...’ she gasped.
Kate laughed against her pussy, ‘Come then, let everyone see what a slut you are.’
Alex opened her eyes and stared in disbelief at the men who had gathered around to watch her being fucked. The sight of their hungry eyes was like a cold blanket across her skin and she tried to lift herself up, to escape.
‘Oh no, you don’t,’ the man laughed harshly and wrapped his arms around her chest. His long arms easily encased her small frame and she was pinned completely. He fucked her harshly, clearly eager to make her climax. Kate had the same intention and licked and sucked at her clitoris. Alex cried out and convulsed as her body overrode her mind’s despair. In the depths of her pleasure, she felt his come filling her, mixing with her juice.
Still shuddering, Alex was lifted from his cock and pulled back against his chest.
‘Any other takers?’ Kate asked the onlookers.
‘No ...’ Alex gasped, ‘... please ... no.’
Massen’s hand clamped over her mouth as his feet kicked her legs apart and held her open.
Several of the men had moved off but five naked men remained, stroking their cocks as they studied Alex’s welt smothered body. The first moved in on her and lay over her body, holding the back of the sofa. His cock slid easily into her slick cunt and he rode her harshly, making her cry out and sob against the other man’s hand. He came quickly, his teeth grazing her neck as he thrust deep inside her. He was barely gone from inside her when the second followed. She cried out, her pussy aching terribly. By the time he had come and the third was ravaging her pussy, she was begging uselessly for mercy. Massen’s hand, that had slipped from her mouth, clamped over it again and she sobbed against his fingers. She swooned against him, lost in a delirium of pain and dark pleasures. The man came and the two others quickly followed, eager to mix their come with the others. When they were done, the remaining crowd moved off to find other amusements. Massen pushed her off and she groaned as he spun her round. ‘Time to clean,’
‘Yes, Master,’ Alex whispered and licked his cock clean as she felt the come sliding down her thighs.
The rest of the party passed in a haze. Alex was aware that other men enjoyed her but they were lost to her, just faceless bodies that moved over and in her.
She returned to her senses as she felt water cascading over her face. She knew that she was alone but was unsure how she had got into the shower in the first place. One thing she was sure of, she was filthy. She could smell them on her, their spunk drying on her skin. She stepped beneath the pounding shower and let the water beat her skin. She bit back a sob, hunching her shoulders and pressing her hands against the tiled wall. She heard someone enter the bathroom but didn’t move. Everything that had happened tonight had inflamed her senses and she knew who was stepping into the shower behind her. Kate’s breasts pressed against her back as she gently parted her legs. The tip of the phallus slid between her labia lips and into her soaking, bruised but welcoming pussy. She groaned, tipping her head back against Kate. Kate fucked her slowly, gently, but they both knew what Alex needed. Suddenly, she gripped Alex’s wrists and held them both above her head. She thrust forward, crushing her against the tiled wall.
‘Yes ... Miss ...’ Alex groaned, ‘... please ...’
‘Tell me what you want ... what you need ...’
‘Please, Miss,’ Alex groaned, ‘... fuck me hard!’
Kate rammed into her, making her scream over and over again. Her ruined breasts were flattened against the wall, her bruised buttocks crushed by Kate’s body. And, God help her, she never wanted it to end. The wild build up just kept growing, sweeping her up in a vortex of soaking pleasure. The shower pounded them both, heightening the sensations.
And then everything stopped, there was a moment of calm, of peace ... and then her body was ripped apart. She screamed and slumped against the wall, the phallus inside her and Kate’s hands at her wrists being the only thing to keep her up. She sobbed, shaking her head.
‘What?’ Kate asked.
‘I ... I ...’ Alex shook her head again, unable to voice the emotions that seared through her. She shook her head again and climbed from the shower.
‘You did well tonight,’ Kate announced as she led Alex back to the bedroom, ‘You have avoided a punishment.’
Alex groaned as her exhausted body fell onto the bed. She wished that a punishment awaited her. She actually wished that she had not performed so well, that the memories of what she had done and what had been done to her were just a dream and she had fought against every one of them. Anything to stop the aching of her pleasured pussy.
Biding time
Marshall must have been pleased with her performance at the party because the following morning she was permitted to move around the house without the encumbrance of chains. She longed to test the front and back doors to check that they were locked but knew that if she was caught, the chains would make a return. It didn’t matter anyway, as soon as she found what she wanted, a locked door wouldn’t keep her from leaving. After all, a locked door hadn’t stopped her from entering in the first place. That just left her with one problem - where was she going to find evidence of what had happened to Mia? The obvious place was Marshall’s study. She knew where it was but when she had had an opportunity to try the door, it had been locked. That only convinced her that the evidence she needed must be in there and although it had only taken a quick glance at the lock to know she could gain entrance in just a few seconds, searching through the study would take considerably longer. She had no option but to bide her time and wait for an opportunity to present itself. When she had the chance, during her cleaning chores, she made searches around the rest of the house but found nothing of interest - except for finding a couple of hidden stashes of cash that might come in handy later on.
When she wasn’t doing her chores or sleeping, she spent time with Kate. Since their Master had fucked her, Kate had become increasingly creative in the dungeon and Alex had succumbed to mind-numbing pleasure over and over again. With each new experience Alex felt that her climaxes could never be as strong again, that she must have reached the heights of what was possible, but it quickly became clear that she had only climbed the lowest
rung of what was possible in their world.
On the morning that Kate had introduced her to a pair of nipple clamps for the first time, Alex had sobbed and begged her to take them off. Annoyed by her weakness, Kate had removed the clamps but then lashed her breasts until Alex begged her to put the clamps back on. She had sobbed as she had fucked Kate a few minutes later, her tears rolling down Kate’s breasts as she rode her, the chains hanging from the clamps swinging painfully.
‘You must learn endurance,’ Kate snarled through gritted teeth, ‘learn to enjoy the pain and the pleasure that it brings.’ Alex had continued to fuck her as Kate raked her nails down her own breasts, pinching her nipples and making herself hiss. When she moved her hands, specks of blood appeared on the skin and Alex bent to gently flick her tongue across them. Kate groaned, her hands holding her head as her tongue tantalised the ignited nerve endings. ‘You want me to fuck you next?’ Kate whispered.
Alex lifted her mouth long enough to whisper, ‘Yes ... Miss.’
‘Bite me, suck me ...’ Kate hissed and cried out as Alex’s teeth found her sensitive flesh. She bit and sucked at the flesh, not hard but hard enough to draw blood up under the skin. A few minutes later she stared at the livid purple bruise as Kate reared over her. The sight of it made Alex’s head swim and she lifted shaking hands to her breasts, digging her nails in as Kate had with her own. The older woman smiled down at her, nodding encouragement before she dipped her head to Alex’s flesh. Alex screamed loudly as Kate bit her, harder than Alex had. Her teeth left tiny indentations in her breast. But after she had pulled back and the initial sting had faded, a pulse of delight sang through her.
‘Again?’ Kate asked, her eyebrow raised with amusement.
Alex stared back and nodded, turning her head to the side to present her neck. She had no idea why she did it but she knew what she wanted. Kate obliged, moving up to sink her teeth into the sensitive flesh between her neck and shoulder. Alex screamed again, her heels kicking at the floor as her neck and shoulder burned. But as before, when Kate moved back and the painful sting eased, the bolt of pleasure that drove through her made her open her legs wide to welcome the dildo that Kate drove into her. She screamed as her climax ripped through her, her whole body convulsing and writhing. Kate laughed as she rode her movements, her own re-ignited desires shining in her eyes.
When their Master returned home that evening, he saw the bites and bruises on their flesh and ordered Alex to be strung up in the frame. He then lashed her buttocks and thighs mercilessly, warning her to never mark his slave again. Kate had received the same punishment before falling to her knees to apologise further with her mouth.
Three days later, Alex stood and stared at the fading marks on her breasts and neck and shuddered at the memory of them, a memory that would take so much longer to fade.
‘You long for me to bite you again, don’t you?’
Alex turned to the bath where Kate was lying in the hot water, her beautiful, marked breasts glistening and glowing from the water.
‘Yes,’ she replied honestly, ‘but why? Why biting? It’s so ... wrong ...’
Kate laughed at her naivety, ‘Exactly ... it’s because it is animalistic to bite someone, it’s the basest of all desires.’ Kate swirled the water with her hand, ‘Although the more you learn about people like us, the more you will see that we are not all the same.’
Alex gave a small laugh, ‘You all like hurting people and being hurt.’
‘You are wearing that collar too,’ Kate reminded her, ‘We like being hurt.’
She wanted to argue, to say that she had had no choice in what had happened to her, but just the lack of choice did not make her climaxes any less intense, if anything, the opposite was true. Instead Alex replied, ‘But I don’t want to hurt anyone ... not like you do.’
Kate sighed and closed her eyes, slipping deeper into the water, ‘As I said, we are not all the same.’
Alex waited quietly for her to continue. She knew that she would. Over the past few days, Kate’s lessons had started to include explanations about their world and the people in it. Alex made a show of listening, of being a good student.
‘There are Masters, there are Mistresses, there are slaves and there are submissives.’
Alex frowned, ‘There’s a difference?’
Kate shrugged, ‘Some think so. Some think that slaves live only to serve whoever owns them while submissives have a life other than their desires. Like me.’
Alex stared at her, ‘You are a submissive?’
Kate sat up, turning sharply, ‘You think otherwise?’
‘It is not my place to think, Miss.’
‘Don’t pull that obedient slave bit with me,’ Kate snarled and stood up, stepping from the bath to grab Alex’s shoulders, ‘Tell me what you mean.’
‘I’m sorry, Miss, I spoke out of turn.’ Alex whispered and dipped her head. Kate was hard to predict and Alex feared her anger. She gasped as Kate slipped her fingers through the collar at her throat and pulled her closer.
‘Tell me what you meant,’ Kate whispered dangerously.
Alex lifted her eyes a little, ‘Miss, I just meant that you stay in the house quite a lot ... aren’t you the same as me?’
‘The same as you?’ Kate whispered and then shouted angrily, using her hold on Alex’s collar to throw her to the floor. ‘The same as you!’ She stalked angrily around the bathroom, her hands twisted in her own hair. ‘I am free to leave here whenever I choose! I am not a fucking slave!’
Alex shrank away from the other woman’s anger, ‘I’m sorry.’
Kate hissed angrily and climbed back into the bath, shaking her head.
By the time she had finished her bath, Kate had calmed down and the incident seemed to have been forgotten. As Alex dried her, she ran her finger over the fading bruise on her own breast and it reminded her of their earlier discussion. ‘You are naive about sex and so you don’t understand that people like different things,’ Kate announced, picking up the conversation where they had left off.
Alex patted Kate’s thighs dry as she said, ‘I lived with prostitutes for a while, I am fully aware that men have different desires.’
‘Just men?’ Kate laughed.
‘And women too, I suppose,’ Alex agreed.
‘Exactly,’ Kate nodded, ‘some women like to be kissed and cuddled, others like to be licked and fingered, others like it up the arse ...’ she laughed at the expression that Alex gave her, ‘... you will try it soon, I promise.’
Alex returned to her drying duties, Kate’s statement just given her more reason to get out of here as soon as possible.
‘My point is, that there are differences in our world too. Some prefer the crop, others the paddle, some like to be restrained, others humiliated. Some like to dip their toe into all of the waters ...’ Kate gave a small smile, making it clear which one she was, ‘... but you, you are still learning about what you like and what you don’t.’
Alex glanced up, the answer was obvious but she didn’t dare give it.
Kate knew her well enough though and she laughed harshly, ‘A wise move to keep your mouth shut at that moment.’ She moved away from Alex and headed for the door. Alex folded the towel over the rail and then followed her. When she entered the bedroom, Kate was lying on the bed, legs spread, her fingers rubbing at her clitoris. Alex’s felt her heart thump against her chest and she slowly approached the bed.
‘No,’ Kate told her, ‘kneel down there.’
Alex did so, fighting the urge to climb onto the bed and dive between those legs. She watched, her breathing shallow, as Kate pleasured herself. The older woman pinched her clitoris and rubbed her labia lips before sliding two fingers into herself. Soon she was writhing on the bed in complete abandon, gasping and sighing as her pleasure mounted. Alex longed to join her, to slide her fin
gers in alongside and ride the pleasure filled movements. All too soon, Kate cried out and held her fingers deep inside her. She licked her lips as her body shuddered and then slowly removed her hand and held it out to Alex. Alex went to her quickly, holding her wrist as she licked her juices from the smooth, long fingers. The intoxicating smell of her and the musky taste made her head swim with desire.
‘You were going to tell me that you don’t like being here, weren’t you?’
Alex’s eyes flicked to Kate’s but she quickly returned her attention to cleaning her fingers, eager to please her in the hope of a reward to follow.
‘Answer me ... truthfully.’
Alex gently moved Kate’s hand and nodded, ‘Yes.’
‘Alright then, go,’
Alex stared at her, stunned.
‘If you hate being here so much, go.’
The younger woman climbed to her feet, her eyes on Kate. Whether it was thoughts of Mia that galvanised her next move, or something else, she would never know. But instead of turning for the door, she moved towards the bed and climbed between the other woman’s legs. ‘Will you punish me for doing this?’ Alex asked, her breath hot on Kate’s pussy.
‘You fucking bet I will,’ Kate groaned and then cried out as Alex’s tongue found her throbbing cunt.
