Perfect Slave

by Becky Bell

  Georgina moaned. Andrea’s own anus seemed to be reacting too, clenching as she explored Georgina’s rectum.

  ‘Now,’ Miles grunted, and Georgina raised herself, Andrea’s tongue slipping from her anus. She pushed back and there, a few inches above her face, Andrea watched Miles’ cock ploughing into Georgina’s cunt. She watched with total fascination as her labia were stretched around the broad shaft and it disappeared into her, the whole phallus buried. She watched Georgina grind her hips from side to side, stirring him around in her sex.

  ‘Take his balls in your mouth,’ Georgina ordered.

  Miles’ scrotum was bobbing just above her chin, so with a great effort of will and ignoring the cramp in her shoulders, Andrea raised her head and opened her mouth. She caught one of his balls between her lips, and heard Miles moan loudly.

  He made no attempt to fuck his wife; just grinding the base of his shaft against her while Andrea sucked his balls. ‘Yes, like that,’ he urged, as she rolled them in her mouth.

  The sight of their lovemaking provoked new waves of excitement in Andrea. Everything she was sure Georgina was feeling deep in her vagina she was feeling too. But they were suddenly overtaken as she felt Georgina dip her head between her thighs and crush her mouth against her open labia. The woman’s tongue darted out, first encircling the tender flesh of her pussy lips, then moving to her clitoris, exposed and vulnerable and pulsing hungrily.

  All Andrea’s feelings and emotions coalesced. It felt as if Georgina’s tongue had somehow worked its way inside her clitoris, its writhing tempo producing such soaring pleasure. There seemed to be a direct connection between her wet sex and her mouth, sucking Miles’ balls. Like an arc of electricity sensations leapt from one to the other, bringing her closer and closer to what she knew was an inevitable orgasm.

  She didn’t know whether she was allowed to come, whether the master’s prohibition still applied, but even if it did there was simply nothing she could do to stop herself, especially as she could see, right in front of her eyes, that Georgina was coming too, her sex clenching rhythmically around her husband’s cock. She was gasping too, trying to maintain her contact with Andrea’s clit, her breathing short and heavy.

  ‘Oh, my God,’ she squealed, the words muffled against Andrea’s sex, the movement of her lips creating countless new delights.

  Andrea saw the muscles of her thighs lock and felt her mouth seem to melt over her sex, so hot and wet it became indistinguishable from it. Then it was Andrea’s turn, this last provocation irresistible, sensations springing from her clitoris and her vagina, both convulsing wildly, and from her mind where she saw herself tied down being used so obscenely. Exactly as her orgasm exploded and her body shuddered Miles pulled out of his wife’s vagina and came too, his semen spattering down over Andrea’s face. He pushed his cock down into her mouth and she felt more spunk jetting out of him, over her lips and tongue and down into her throat, giving her orgasm a whole new dimension, almost as though she had come again.

  It was a long time before they moved. Georgina sat at her side and used her French knickers to wipe the spunk from Andrea’s face.

  ‘You’re really into this, aren’t you?’ she asked quietly.

  ‘Yes, mistress,’ Andrea replied. It was true. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was a turning point for her. Even when previously alone with Laurie her submission had a direct connection to her master; she was in his house with his overseer, obeying his instructions. But these people were complete strangers with little or no connection to him. She could not kid herself it was his domineering presence that created her wanton responses to what they’d done to her. No slave was complete without a master, Hawksworth had told her in the beginning, and she knew that was true. But it appeared it did not matter who that master was.

  ‘Take her back to the manor. You know where it is, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes, madam,’ Freddie said.

  Andrea had been taken into the house, given some food and allowed to use the bathroom. She dressed herself and tried to re-pin her hair in the style Betty had created that morning. They didn’t provide her with any cosmetics, so she couldn’t repair the damage to her make-up that was the inevitable consequence of what they’d been doing together.

  Georgina and Miles had waited her for by the front door, the Rolls parked in the drive.

  ‘She can’t go back like that,’ Miles said.

  ‘Why not?’ Georgina asked.

  ‘Hawksworth wouldn’t like it. Hold on.’ He walked back into the house, and a few minutes later came back with a thin white cord. ‘Put your hands up in front of you,’ he ordered.

  Andrea obeyed. He looped the cord several times around her wrists, binding them together, then threaded the cord into the ring on her steel collar.

  ‘That’s better,’ Miles said.

  ‘You’re right, it is,’ Georgina agreed. ‘Now get in the car.’

  Awkwardly, with her hands tied in front of her throat, Andrea climbed onto the back seat.

  ‘I hope we’ll see you again, young lady,’ Georgina said, then took her husband’s hand and ambled back into the house.

  The chauffeur got behind the wheel and the quiet car pulled away. At the end of the drive he turned left into the winding country lanes.

  ‘So did you have a good time?’ he asked, looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

  ‘I’m not supposed to talk,’ she said.

  ‘Who’s going to hear you? I’m not going to tell. Come on, what did they do to you?’

  Andrea said nothing. The cord bit into her flesh and she tried to ease it by wriggling her wrists into a more comfortable position, flattening her palms together.

  ‘So it turns you on, does it, being submissive?’

  Andrea remained silent.

  ‘Come on. We’ve got an hour’s drive. Might as well talk to each other.’

  ‘I’m not supposed to talk.’

  ‘Yeah, so you say. Come on, darlin’, I’m curious. Those two are always trying to get me involved in their games, but I’m not interested. I’ve always been real straight about sex. Do you like straight sex too?’

  Andrea looked at him in the mirror. His eyes were staring at her. Her skirt had ridden up over her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings, but with her hands tied to her throat there was nothing she could do to pull it back down.

  ‘You’re really something, you know that, don’t you?’ He drove for another ten minutes without saying anything more, but kept glancing at her in the mirror, clearly still intrigued. She saw a sign indicating a motorway was close.

  ‘Hey, I’ve got a good idea,’ he said suddenly, and slowed the car.

  There was a gap in a hedge to their left, leading to a small copse of trees in a corner of a ploughed field. He pulled into it. The sun had set but there was still enough light to see by.

  ‘What are you doing?’ she asked sharply.

  ‘I thought you weren’t allowed to speak,’ he said. He got out, then came around and opened her door. ‘Out,’ he said.

  ‘No. Take me back to the manor.’

  ‘We’re having a comfort break,’ he said. He walked to the large tree under which they were parked, opened his flies and started to pee. ‘That’s better,’ he said, returning to the car, his cock still hanging out of his fly. ‘Come on, the air will do you good.’

  ‘I’m not allowed to.’

  He laughed. ‘You’re allowed to fuck those two but you ain’t allowed to get out of the car?’

  ‘Please,’ she said.

  ‘Do it. You get your kicks by being a slave, right? Well, I’m your master now.’ He reached into the car and caught hold of her arm. ‘Come on,’ he hauled her out, ‘let’s see what makes you so special.’

  He pushed her to her knees on the dewy grass and took her head in his hands. His circumcised cock had alr
eady started to swell, and he pulled her mouth to it.

  ‘Suck, and that’s an order!’ he growled.

  Andrea’s emotions were mixed. What had happened with Georgina and Miles was exciting, so exciting that her body still tingled with arousal. Her orgasm had been exquisite but it left her with a deep-seated need to be penetrated, and the thought of a hard cock thrusting into her was overwhelming. Freddie was a strong man, but she knew he wasn’t supposed to be behaving in this way and that, by implication, cooperating with him was wrong. If it came out that he’d stopped the car and used her in such a way Hawksworth might believe she’d encouraged him.

  On the other hand, it was extremely unlikely that anyone would ever find out. Hawksworth said she should be back at the house by ten, and it was only eight o’clock now. No one would ever know what had happened. And she could tell herself she was not breaking her private oath of obedience to her master. Freddie was strong enough to force her to do whatever he had in mind, especially with her hands tied securely to the steel collar.

  Of course it could all be a test, organised with Georgina ahead of time. But she dismissed the thought. The meeting with Georgina seemed spontaneous; there was no time to set up such a charade. So she opened her mouth and sucked his cock in, feeling it engorging rapidly.

  ‘That’s better,’ he said.

  She ran her tongue over the ridge at the base of his glans, then sucked the whole shaft eagerly. The blood pumped into it rapidly, pushing it into her throat. Her sex throbbed, clenching involuntarily, imagining how it would feel to have his large erection pounding into it. Bound as she was the tips of her fingers were within reach of his balls, and she stretched them out, stroking his scrotum. His cock twitched in her mouth.

  ‘Shall I untie you?’ he said.

  She shook her head with real alarm. If he untied her she would not be able to prevent to herself that none of this was her fault.

  ‘Well, if that’s what you want...’

  He pulled out of her, took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He took the keys from the ignition and dragged her around to the back of the car, opening the boot. She saw a box of tools and other equipment. Freddie opened the box and took out a nylon towrope. He closed the boot and dragged her to the tree. One of its lower branches had broken off and lay on the grass. It was bowed in the middle to about waist height.

  Freddie took one end of the towrope and tied it around the cord that bound her wrist to the steel collar, then jumped over to the other side of the fallen branch and pulled the rope down so that Andrea was forced to bend forward from the waist. He got to his knees, stretched under the wood and looped the other end of the rope around her left ankle, making it impossible for her to straighten up again.

  ‘Is that what you want?’

  ‘Yes, master,’ she intoned, the bondage creating its usual wave of excitement.

  ‘Master. Is that what you call your men? I like it. Say it again.’

  ‘Master.’

  Freddie climbed back over the branch, then eased the hem of her skirt up over her hips. ‘Well, now look at that.’

  The gusset of the teddy had worked its up between the cheeks of her bottom, hiding little. Her buttocks were red and tender from the beating they’d been given, and tingled in the cool air.

  ‘Gave you a good thrashing, didn’t they?’ he mused. ‘Are you into that too?’

  ‘Yes, master.’

  He ran a finger down the side of her leg, following the line of the white suspender to the top of her stocking. ‘Well, shall I tell you what I’m into?’

  Andrea closed her eyes and nodded.

  ‘I’m into fucking.’

  The crudity of the word excited Andrea. It was exactly what she wanted. She was not supposed to speak unless she was spoken to, but under these circumstances it was academic. ‘Please fuck me then, master.’

  ‘You’ve changed you’re tune,’ he sneered. ‘I could have fucked you in the car. What is it; you can only get off if you’re tied up?’

  ‘Yes, master.’

  He undid his belt and pushed his trousers and black briefs down to his knees. His hand slipped under the gusset of the teddy and pulled it out of the cleft of her buttocks. He stared at her labia.

  ‘Very smooth. Do they have you shaved?’

  ‘No, master.’

  His fingers ran down into her sex. He found the opening of her vagina and prodded a finger into it. ‘Christ, you’re wet.’ He pushed another finger in alongside the first, while his other hand worked its way from her neck to her breasts. It kneaded and mauled them both. Then he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and gripped her hips, pushing his cock between her legs. Andrea gasped. It felt hot and rock hard.

  ‘Ask me again,’ he said.

  ‘Please... fuck me, master,’ she panted, and she really meant it. The presence of his cock so close to her cunt was making her whole body tingle with anticipation. She could feel her vagina eager for penetration, after being neglected all afternoon. Her bondage was uncomfortable. Her back ached from being bent forward so sharply, her belly was pressed against the rough bark of the bough, and her neck and arms were cramped from being bound so tightly together, but all these irritations were also arousing, the more they hurt the more her level of excitement rose.

  ‘Again,’ he insisted.

  ‘Fuck me, for Christ’s sake, fuck me,’ she begged him.

  She felt his grip on her hips tighten. His cock was throbbing against her labia, but instead of sinking it into her vagina he butted the glans against her clit. Andrea gasped as he made little prodding movements, each one producing a wild pulse of sensations that coursed through her.

  ‘Please,’ she begged. She knew he was teasing her, deliberately holding back the moment of penetration, and that excited her too. Even in this secret tryst she was a slave, still unable to assert her own needs.

  He pulled his cock back then angled it upwards. As it settled between her lips the satiny flesh responded with a jolt of pleasure. Andrea felt her labia desperately trying to draw him in. But he didn’t move. Instead she felt his hand snaking over the skirt bunched up at her waist. A finger slid to her clit, rubbing it.

  ‘Please... please...’ she begged.

  ‘Please what?’ he taunted.

  ‘Please, master.’

  Almost before she had finished the last word Freddie thrust his cock into her. She was so wet the penetration was smooth and easy, the rigid phallus lancing into her until she felt his pubic hair grazing the cheeks of her bottom. With both hands on her hips he began pounding into her, pulling her back against her bonds as he lunged forward.

  The feeling took Andrea’s breath away. Though she’d had countless orgasms in the last two weeks it had been a long time since she was so comprehensively fucked. She’d been penetrated with dildoes and fingers front and back, been licked and sucked and abused, but apart from the time her master fucked her bum, she’d not had a hard, throbbing penis filling and stretching her like this. And he was hard. And throbbing. He filled her completely, stretching the silky walls of her vagina.

  There in the copse, with darkness falling, she knew there was nothing to stop her coming. Hawksworth would never find out. Of course it was an act of disobedience but surely there’d be no consequences; she would only have her own conscience to deal with.

  She felt her cunt gripping the sword of flesh that stabbed into her, and her clit pulsed violently. Her sex seemed to open, like the blossoming of a flower, allowing him even deeper, and as his glans plunged into this new territory she came, her eyes screwed closed, her whole world narrowed to the compass of her sex.

  He must have felt her orgasm erupt, but didn’t pause for a second. If anything he increased his tempo, fucking her faster and more deeply, each stroke pushing her into the rough bark of the tree. She raised her head as far as her bonds would allow and op
ened her mouth to beg him to stop for a moment, but before she could get the words out another orgasm struck. She was coming again, her body trembling from head to toe, her sex convulsing, her mind wiped clean of everything but the uncontrollable pleasure.

  As this orgasm ebbed and her senses began to return, she was aware that his rhythm had slowed. Suddenly he pulled out of her altogether, producing a paroxysm in Andrea’s cunt that made her whimper. But before she could protest the bulb of his glans was nudging into the little crater of her anus. He pushed, not at all gently, and encountered no resistance. Andrea was so turned on her sphincter was already relaxed. She felt his glans piercing her rear, the flesh so wet with her juices it slid home effortlessly.

  Andrea felt a stab of discomfort. Unlike her master, Freddie did not stop there. He thrust again, his bloated cock penetrating deeper, until it was completely buried inside her. She shuddered and heard herself sobbing, although it sounded as though it wasn’t really her at all.

  Freddie was in no mood for subtleties. He began stabbing his cock into her anus as hard as he had in her cunt. Another flood of acute pleasure washed over her, inundating her with sensations so strong they made every nerve in her body knot, and every muscle lock. She was trembling in helpless ecstasy.

  Freddie pulled her hips back towards him one last time, buried his cock right up to the hilt in her anus and came, hot semen jetting into the tight confines of her rear. She could feel each eruption, and each one drove her deeper and deeper into another orgasm. She screwed her eyes closed, pulled on the rope that bound her to the branch, and allowed the glorious sensations to overwhelm her.

  She felt Freddie’s soft, spent cock slip from her body. He knelt at her feet and untied the rope. As she straightened up she felt the strange sensation of viscous liquid running down the insides of her thighs. It was a feeling that made her shudder.

  He untied the rope from her hands. ‘We’d better get going,’ he said, looking at his watch. The fluorescent dial glowed dully in the gloom. ‘Are you all right?’