“Are you ready for this?” The soft purr of his voice now had a brutal edge to it, as if he was getting a little frustrated by my silence. My whole body clenched in fear as he brought the blade towards my face but I didn’t shrink away from him. That would be what he was expecting, and I was damned if I’d give it to him. Although I didn’t dare say a word in case he came even closer, I didn’t see why I should cower in his presence just yet. He’d need to earn that.
“You’re tougher than you look, Thirty-Eight. Do you know, I’m almost glad I bought you.” Adie sat down in front of me and wiped his bloodied fingers against his black t-shirt. “I was convinced I’d have you screaming in seconds, but after an initial blip,” you came through nicely.
An initial blip? Was that what they called it? Now I was even more incensed than before if that were possible. Adie's eyes were boring themselves into mine, but I gave nothing away. I simply compartmentalised all the anger, rage and resentment I felt towards my tormentor and returned a blank look in his direction. He could do what he liked with that.
“Out of curiosity, what do you want to do to me right now?” he waved his knife around, as if encouraging me to do my worst. Like I needed any encouragement. Hmph. Keeping the blank look firmly in place, I managed a smile. We were back to lies and deceit. My favourites.
"Was that my appetiser? I want to fuck you. Untie me, and we'll play." I squirmed happily on the bench to seal my bargain.
Adie’s eyes narrowed. “You’re different from all the rest.” Putting the knife down for a minute, he ran his thumb along his bottom lip as if searching for answers. He wasn’t going to get them from me.
“You’re only just figuring that out?” I batted my eyelashes in his direction and played my part, but I was silently pleading for him to put the knives away. We could fuck. Hell, we could do practically anything as long as it didn’t involve pointed or sharp implements.
"I wouldn't be so sure. Eventually, you'll be just the same as everyone else. After a week's stay in Carte Blanche, you'll toe the line. To do anything else would be certifiably insane."
"And is that what turns you on? Making woman toe the line? Or do you prefer the other option?" The skin across my back was stinging like wildfire, and I had no idea why I was having this conversation right now, but sometimes I just can't help myself.
“You mean do I enjoy having women obey my every command or do I prefer sending them nuts?” Adie pressed his fingernail into a particularly raw patch of flesh on my back, and I shot up gasping. Unable to respond to his question, I just about managed to nod my head, wondering if I really wanted to hear the answer.
“I like both. I especially like figuring out which kind you’re going to be.” His fingertips now grazed me lightly, drawing a flowing zigzag pattern across my back and pain turned quickly to desire. Trying to quell my response, I pressed my body as far into the bench as the leather would allow. Unfortunately, Adie’s fingers followed me.
“Which kind am I?” My voice was now a little raspy and uneven, and I knew he would know how much I was turned on by his actions. Years of experience in a brothel full of women would allow him to read me effortlessly.
“I’m about to find out.” Adie’s fingers became more vigorous in their pursuits, one moment a soft whisper and in the next a cruel drag of his fingernails. The pleasure and pain he began to impart with his hands intermingled inside my body until I no longer knew which I was experiencing. My head swirled with a potent mixture of alcohol and desire, and I didn’t care what he did to me, as long as he finished what he started – and I didn’t mean with the knives.
As usual, the man had other ideas, and the knife was back in his hand once more as his body disappeared behind me.
If you’re going to kill me, make it quick, I thought, but luck was not on my side this evening. The Swiss Army knife was expertly employed across my back, ass, and thighs to cause maximum pain in the least amount of time possible. My vow to remain silent floated quickly out of the window. He had me screaming in less than ten seconds flat, and I didn't stop, even after he'd managed to make me climax – twice. My body bucked and rocketed like a moron, twitching and struggling in the throes of the most shockingly intense orgasms I had ever received – and I screeched the whole way through it. Even when he finally left the room, and my throat was dry and raspy with the effort of all that noise, I still lay there sobbing and hiccupping hysterically. It took a white-coated doctor and a syringe full of Lorazepam to finally calm me down enough to be untied. Then I crashed into blissful unconsciousness.
When I awoke, my throat was so dry I burst into a fit of coughing. Reaching my right hand up to cover my mouth, I was confused when I only managed to get it an inch above my waist. My whole ordeal for the past twenty-four hours then came crashing back down upon me, and as I turned my head to the right, I discovered that I was handcuffed to a large panel of steel mesh that surrounded the mattress my body was laid out on. Sitting up as far as my one cuffed hand would allow, I quickly discovered I wasn't alone.
The room appeared to be a large dormitory, and though it was devoid of any windows, faint blue nightlights were emitting a soft haze around the head of each bed. The term ‘bed' I use loosely because, in reality, they were just thin mattresses laid upon the floor, and there must have been over forty of them, positioned at regular intervals on either side of the wall. Nearly all of them contained a sleeping woman, although most of them weren't chained up like me. Either I posed a risk to the inhabitants here or a risk to myself – and I wasn't sure which. The one thing I did know was that I wasn't going anywhere fast.
With my free arm, I reached underneath me to ascertain the damage that Adie had wrought. When my fingers reached the small of my back, they met soft plastic. It must have been a large bandage because further exploration found that it covered a large square area. The good news was that I wasn't bleeding all over the place, so I guess it could have been worse. The bad news was that I had no real idea of what the bastard had managed to do to me. Perhaps it was for the best.
Swallowing painfully, my throat so dry it felt cracked and sore, I looked around me for a glass of water. There was nothing. All I had was my mattress for company. I had no idea what time everyone woke up around here, but I didn’t think it would be just yet. It was too quiet. Settling back into my bed, I tried my best to relax, and before I knew it, the effects of the sedative eased me back into sleep once more.
The next time I awoke, a latex-clad maid was kneeling beside me. At first, I thought I was dreaming because it's not every day you see a woman in skin-tight, shiny black trousers, complete with a white plastic apron and a frilly cap on top of her head. When you couple that with the fact that her boobs were hanging out of two circular holes in the top of the outfit, you can probably see why I had to blink a couple of times just to convince myself that I was awake and not in dreamland.
"Drink this." The voice was a soft whisper, and at first, I wasn't sure if I'd heard her right, but then a glass of water was thrust into my face and a thin paper straw positioned towards the entrance of my lips. I sucked upon it gratefully. The cold water slid soothingly down my throat, and as I drained the contents of the glass dry, I glanced around furtively. There was no one else around. Checking again, to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me, I confirmed my original assessment. We were the only two people here. I wondered where everyone else had gone?
When the glass was finished, I opened my lips to speak, but the maid put a black, gloved finger to my lips.
"Ssh. We musn't speak. Today you are to be a maid, just like me, and that means no talking. If we get caught saying a word, we will be punished, and the men here are evil, so keep your mouth shut. Got it?" I nodded. If yesterday's punishment was anything to go by, I intended to keep my nose clean today.
“Good.” She then unfastened the padlock to my handcuff and motioned that I should follow her.
It turned out that there were more than two holes in the suit. Her ass poked out of a
nother one at the back. As I crawled along, as fast as my hands and knees would allow, two jiggling globes that been spanked very recently kept my attention. They were a beautiful shade of scarlet, and I could almost feel the heat coming off them. I couldn't decide if I was jealous. My libido was then brutally thrust into wakefulness and bleating out the need for another orgasm. I rolled my eyes in disgust. Here I was, becoming exactly the creature that James had predicted. Oh, how far the mighty had fallen. The problem was, there was still a long way to go.
Half an hour later, I’d been stripped and was being hosed down in a communal shower that could have held ten people. There were three maids who’d been tasked with the job of getting me clean, and they took their work very seriously. I was being soaped and scrubbed to within an inch of my life, and their fingers went everywhere. They weren't particularly gentle, either. My back and ass screamed out regular protests, but no one cared. Being roughly towelled dry was eye-wateringly painful - but then they really got to work.
My hair was styled, my face was made up, and my body was crammed into some incredibly tight latex with the help of clouds of white talcum powder. If that wasn't bad enough, I then had the full car wash treatment as every inch of my body was then polished. Finally, my stomach was corseted with a thick rubber belt, and a pair of high-heeled ankle boots were placed upon my feet, before the apron and frilly cap were put carefully in place. When they'd finished I felt like I should be auditioning for the role of sex doll – oh, wait, that's what I had auditioned for. Doh.
The sharp click of high heels upon the tiled floor had all the maids scurrying to perform the final touches to my outfit before they all backed away hurriedly.
“Is she ready yet?” The imperious female voice did not sound friendly.
I sneaked a look behind me to see who had got everyone so flustered and my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Behind me, was the female version of ‘The Terminator' – I kid you not. The woman was dressed from head to toe in black leather, was about six foot two inches tall, and wore black, wraparound sunglasses in an artificially lit room. Unlike Arnie, though, she also sported red lipstick, and in her hands, she carried a thick leather dog collar complete with a silver chain leash.
“Well?” Her voice had now risen an octave higher and all of the other girls visibly blanched. All of them then nodded in unison, obviously scared witless.
"Good. You are dismissed, ladies." She waved a gloved hand in the air as if to shoo away a fly, and they all scarpered. I dearly wished I could go with them. When everyone had left, she stood there looking at me for several long seconds, and I got the feeling she was not pleased with what she saw.
"Thirty-Eight, isn't it?" She compressed her lips together and gave me a sideways look. This one was sly. She wanted me to talk. Instead, I nodded. Although I knew I would be punished with or without a reason very shortly, I didn't see why I should throw in the towel just yet. Her lips then flattened with animosity, and I knew my thoughts had been bang on the money.
"How is it that a little slave girl has attracted his attention?" Her high-heeled boots began slowly walking towards me, and my stomach gurgled in apprehension. Having a sudden premonition that we were not going to be best friends, her next words confirmed it. "There's hardly anything to you, and you've probably got nothing but fluff behind your ears."
I silently huffed behind my blank façade. If I did have fluff behind my ears, it was highly trained fluff, and very deadly. When her boots were within four inches of my face, she raised the pointed toe of one and stuck it under my chin.
"I figure the quickest way for him to tire of you, is to parade you about so much he gets bored of you. Men have the shortest attention spans around here, but you'll discover that soon enough, darling." She let out a giant sigh of annoyance and rolled her eyes. "It's either that or we find someone else who can take you off our hands for a little while." The cogs appeared to be turning beneath the stunning veneer of her face, for she then smiled. "That's a definite possibility. Anyway, we're wasting time. You need to come with me."
She then bent down towards me and fastened the leather collar she was carrying around my neck. Tugging firmly on the end of the leash, she began striding off, and unless I wanted to choke to death, I needed to follow her.
As I crawled along the tiled floor, Adie filled my thoughts. This woman was evidently connected with him somehow, and for some reason, she thought that he was interested in me. Ha! He'd be interested in anything with a pair of tits and a decent ass. I was sure he'd put her straight soon enough. The last thing I wanted to do was come between the pair. If Adie's antics yesterday were anything to go by, he would slice me up and eat me for breakfast, and I kind of needed to be reasonably whole to complete my assignment. There was no denying I found the man attractive, but if I was careful, Ms. Terminator never needed to find out.
"When was the last time you ate?" The question caught me off guard, and I nearly answered, but thankfully, some inner warning signal stopped me. Jerking to a halt in the middle of our fast sprint, the Amazonian woman looked down on me with a good measure of distaste. "For someone so new, you should have made a slip up by now, but just so you know – I don't need a reason to punish you." She then glowered at me, before turning her back and tugging the leash with such ferocity I nearly flew into the next room. Alas, my landing was not the most graceful, but I'd made an entrance - that was for sure.
Looking furtively around me, I saw that we were in a library of sorts. There were wall-to-wall bookcases, lots of oak furniture, a big brick fireplace as a feature and plenty of soft, mood lighting. There were also lots of men. Some were in casual attire, some smart, and most of them were looking very hungry – and straight at me.
"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce one of our newest acquisitions, Thirty-Eight." Ms. Terminator then pushed a finger down towards me, in case they hadn't got the message. "She is here to be trained, so make sure you let her know how things are done around these parts. I'll come back for her in a couple of hours, and you can let me know if she's been a good girl. Sound good?" Her smile was not in the least bit genuine, but none of the men seemed to mind. There was a general chorus of agreement, and satisfied she had done her bit, Ms. Terminator swirled around on her heel and left me alone with the pack of rabid dogs, who were now eyeing me up with unconcealed glee. Uh oh.
The men waited until the door had swung shut firmly behind her before any of them spoke. After that, there was no stopping them.
"Give her the feather duster." Several heads nodded approvingly, and before I knew what happening, a large, white feather duster was thrust at me. Looking at the man who held it, who was a portly gentleman probably approaching his mid-fifties, I gently took it from him with my left hand and waited to see what would happen.
"We want to see you dust all of these shelves, legs wide apart, and with plenty of bending up and down. Basically, we want to see jiggling ass cheeks. That'll do for an appetiser, so get to it." When I paused for a second, utterly gobsmacked, a leather-clad shoe shoved up against my ass cheeks convinced me that I needed to get on with things.
Clasping the feather duster tightly in my right hand, I got up a little unsteadily on my high heels. The boots were mightily uncomfortable, and walking in them for any amount of time was going to cripple me, but I guess that was all part of the entertainment. Making my way over to the bookcase as gracefully as I could on five-inch stilts, I placed my legs shoulder width apart and bent over slowly, giving some books a few artful flourishes with my new toy. It was a shame it wasn’t made of sterner stuff – if it had been, I could have used it to do damage, but alas the flimsy plastic before me would snap at the first sign of misuse.
“Get those legs wider.”
“Wriggle about a bit.”
"Let's see some pussy."
All of this and more were yelled at me as I went about my very poorly paid cleaning gig. To appease the rabid pack of dogs, I did the best I could, swinging my hips about and wiggling my ass
as if I were a street performer in Brazil's Mardi Gras. The feather duster danced over the bookcase with flicks and gentle swishes, and I was bending over and spreading my legs lewdly at regular intervals. Judging by the groans of approval, most of the men behind me were enjoying themselves. In the back of my head, I knew they weren't going to be amused by my show for long. When I failed to entertain them with the household chores, what then? Were we talking massive gangbang with me at the centre of the festivities? The thought made me a little nervous. There must have been twenty men behind me, and I wouldn't stand a chance against them. Then one voice rang out over the crowd, much louder than the rest.
"I think she needs to be plugged." There was a chorus of agreement, and I suddenly felt very small under the towering bookcases.
"Absolutely, Ed. We might as well get her ready for later. If we stretch her now, it will be plain sailing in a few minutes time." There were several jeers and a few lusty sighs behind me. I swallowed thickly. Ms. Terminator was not one for easing beginners in gently, then.
"Walk over here, Sweetness, and just dust the coffee table for us, would you?" There was a strange silence after that last remark as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for me to obey. Honestly, what else could I be expected to do? There were twenty of them, and one of me. The odds weren't stacked in my favour.
Sashaying over to the middle of the room, where all the greedy eyes seemed to have congregated, I wiggled my duster at them cheekily, but panic was raging through every pore. What were they going to do to me?
I took my time as I walked, as if I almost knew something terrible was going to happen. When I finally reached the glossy, oak table, I stood a foot or so away and stretched out my duster as far as it would go, giving my ass a good wiggle for my audience. It was not enough.
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