"What's the matter, baby?" he grinned. "You told me you wanted me to make you squeal and I have. And that's not all I'm going to make you do, you horny little bitch. You owe me and I'm going to enjoy making you pay." He thrust his hips forwards and at the same time rotated his finger in her bottom and Lila screamed in helpless submission as her belly pulsed wildly and she was propelled into a climax, her juices spraying over his deeply entrenched maleness as he demonstrated his Mastery over her.
Appalled by the ease with which he had made her come, Lila whimpered as her body surrendered to her Master, but as he lowered his head to her swollen breast and his lips surrounded her erect nipples and sucked each in turn into his mouth, devastating jolts of electrifying arousal shot through her quivering body and she knew that her first climax was only the beginning of her submission to him. Bound into helpless immobility and with every inch of her body at his mercy, she could only respond as the slave she knew herself to be. His tongue flicked her achingly hard nipples, his finger probed the secret recesses of her bottom and his huge shaft began a series of long, slow thrusts into her flooded belly and sex. Lila surrendered utterly, explosive contractions ripping through her body as climax after climax swamped her and she was forced to exhibit the full extent of her sexual subjugation.
The tempo of his lunges slowly increased in urgency and power, until she shuddered to the hammer blows of his lust, his rigid flesh pounding into her quailing belly with frightening power, crushing her against the unforgiving wood at her back, her muffled screams and the continuous spasms of her multiple orgasms only serving to encourage him to even greater efforts as he enforced his absolute dominance over her. His spend jetted into her as he reached his peak and Lila arched rigidly in her bonds as a thunderous cataract of scalding juices erupted into her belly to mix with his, her shrill scream of ecstatic surrender blending with his deep groan as his buried shaft throbbed and pulsed to set the seal on his victory and her abject defeat.
Drained for the moment, Earl withdrew from her shuddering belly, ignoring her soft moans of loss as she felt him slip from her. His eyes glittered with pleasure as he surveyed her sweat streaked body and watched the silvery tendrils that trickled from her sex and dropped to the grass below her straddled thighs in mute testimony to the intensity of her submissions to him. He had known for a long time that Lila was highly sexed and had often wanted to have her, but she had been the wife of his employer's nephew, off limits to him if he wanted to keep his job. Until she had been collared and enslaved, just like Cassie and the other four women who had wandered onto Travis's land and paid for their errors by being chained and made to serve as sex slaves.
But even Earl had been surprised by the depth and power of the redhead's orgasms and the submissive passion she had displayed and as he gazed at her tightly bound form, still trembling and pulsing as her climax rolled on, he chuckled softly and rolled himself a cigarette, content to let her recover for a while, until he decided to make her serve him again as the slave she undoubtedly was. Half way through his cigarette, he noticed his crop lying in the grass where he had dropped it and bent to pick it up.
She had served him well and fully and he had thoroughly enjoyed having her, but it would not do for her to think that he was an easy Master to please or that he had gone soft. He smiled, it was not very likely that she thought any such thing, but it was as good a reason as any other for a Master who simply wanted an excuse to discipline a slave. Moving silently to Lila's right, he raised the crop and took careful aim. Unaware of what was coming, the redhead trembled in her bondage to the slowly waning fury of her frenzied submissions, her pussy fluttering as mini-explosions churned the seething lake of bubbling heat that was her flooded belly. She could hardly believe how ruthlessly Earl had taken her, but even more incredible to her were her own reactions to his almost-brutal pillaging of her body.
Her orgasms had been simply enormous, even bigger and more all consuming than her climaxes with Rod and Travis. Her whole body had been on fire with liquid heat as she had submitted and come, submitted and come, over and over again until she had begged and pleaded and screamed into her gag to be taken and used and subjugated as the lowliest, humblest of slaves. Once, to her unbearable humiliation, she had even begged to be whipped by him, anything to earn the right to be taken fully by him and have his seed extinguish the inferno of lust raging within her. But fortunately for her, the gag in her mouth had prevented the shameful plea from reaching the ears of her Master.
He would never know, but Lila did and understood how far she had come in the short time since her enslavement. For her, as for Cassie, there never would be anything but submission, obedience and service to the Masters who could unleash such fearsome, terrifying, exquisite ecstasy in the bodies of their slaves. Lila shivered in horrified and unwanted excitement as she realised that she had hardly begun her journey into total, irrevocable slavery and that her subjugation could only grow deeper and more helpless with every day that passed.
Stinging, smarting heat blazed across the tender flesh of her quivering stomach and thighs as her Master disciplined her for no reason other than that he wished to discipline her. Screaming in shock and pain, the unjustly punished redhead surrendered instantly to her Master's will and her belly contracted in massive spasms to send renewed torrents of love juices trickling from her sex, confirming her worst fears and reinforcing her total submission to the slavery she could never hope to escape.
Chapter 14
The men's voices and the unmistakable sound of leather meeting flesh as Lila was cropped for breaking her pose, told Cassie all she needed to know and she held her naked body absolutely motionless, not wishing to share the redhead's punishment. Tom's casual agreement that he would have her first and then swap to Lila warned her that she was to be made to serve the two Master for as long as they chose and her groin grew moist in preparation as she waited blindly to be given her orders.
"Hello, slave. Nice to see you again. I've been looking forward to it."
Tom's voice was thickened by lust and as he unclipped her leash from her collar and ordered her to get to her feet and walk forward, his eyes were drawn like magnets to her neat bottom and the play of muscles beneath the smooth skin. He raised his crop and flicked it across her right buttock, ordering, "Turn right, slave," and smiled as Cassie obeyed at once. After a few paces, he flicked her left buttock and as she turned without being told, he nodded in satisfaction, enjoying the novel sensation of driving a naked slave rather than the cattle he was accustomed to.
"You learn fast, slave," he told her approvingly. "Now we'll try it a bit faster," and sent his crop across her bottom a good deal harder.
Cassie gasped and broke into a jog-trot, her bound arms bouncing against her buttocks as she increased her pace and as his crop flicked her buttocks to turn her left and right, she found to her surprise, that it was actually rather exciting to be put through her paces in such an unusual way and was rather disappointed when she was ordered to halt and kneel. Tom gazed down at the light sheen of sweat on her breasts and chuckled, "That was a lot more fun than herding cattle, slave. And a lot easier, too. Pity you couldn't see yourself from my point of view, you would have enjoyed it as much as I did."
Cassie blushed prettily, then nodded, imagining the erotic view her Master must have had as her bound arms and naked bottom trotted ahead of him as she obeyed the unspoken commands of his whip. For a moment, she wondered if she should have been less co-operative, then discarded the foolish thought. It would have done her no good, her Master would simply have cropped her until she did exactly what he wanted and Cassie had been a slave long enough to know it.
He released the cuffs at her wrists and elbows, then his strong hands lifted her and laid her on her back across the broad, mossy trunk of a fallen tree, placing her arms on one side and her legs on the other so that she lay belly uppermost.
"Arms and legs under the trunk, slave," he ordered and Cassie bent her limbs obediently, her fingertips j
ust able to reach her toes beneath the thick wood on which she lay. It was not enough for her Master and he ducked low to seize her right wrist and right ankle, tugging them both to full extension and locking them together, then doing the same with her left pair of limbs, so that her spine arched over the trunk, her head lower than her shoulders and her breasts and belly forming a single, smooth curve.
Cassie shivered as her Master bound her, then shivered again as he looped ropes around her knees and pulled her legs apart, her other bonds tightening as she was spread hopelessly wide and familiar slave heat coiled in her belly. The sound of a zip sliding down told her what was to be required of her and as her gag was removed, she opened her mouth wide, her parted lips seeking her Master's flesh. There was no need for her to use her hard-won skills to arouse him, for he was already aroused and as her soft lips stretched into a perfect circle, his shaft pressed into her mouth, pinning her tongue and bulging her cheeks.
"Pleasure me, but do not make me come, slave," he told her firmly, inching forward until his wiry pubic hair was at her lips and her nostrils flared to draw in air.
Cassie began to slide her mouth back and forth along the fleshy gag in her mouth and her own desire built steadily higher as she performed the deliciously submissive task, his shaft lengthening and thickening in response to her efforts.
"You have improved a lot, slave. You must have been practising regularly," the double-edged compliment brought a flush of guilty pleasure to her face, because Cassie had been practising and was secretly rather proud of her expertise. Every morning, on her knees, she had been ordered to serve either Rod or Travis and had come to enjoy serving her Masters in this way, her initial shame soon giving way to a quiet pride in her growing ability to please them, even though she was well aware that she had no choice in the matter.
She had to be pleasing or suffer a whipping, but even so, it was nice to receive a compliment on her skill; Masters were not usually known for their charm. From where he stood, Tom had an uninterrupted view of Cassie's helplessly presented body and as he dropped his hands onto her taut breasts, she gasped through her nose and the smooth skin of her curved belly fluttered delightfully. She was completely defenceless and as his fingers stroked and caressed the rounded swells of her breasts, then rose to capture and roll her nipples, the tawny buds stiffened to his touch and she whimpered in desperate need as waves of flaring arousal radiated outwards and downwards through her body and into the pit of her trembling belly.
She couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't escape the exquisite torment and as her whole torso, from neck to crotch, melted into a pool of simmering liquid heat, Cassie's lips squeezed and sucked frantically at her Master's rock-hard flesh in a silent plea for him to take her or at least permit her to submit to him in an orgasm.
"Do not make me come, slave," he warned her and took one hand from her breast to send his crop burning across her smooth stomach. Cassie squealed through her nose, her flesh smarting, and relaxed her lips unwillingly, her enforced obedience intensifying both her passion and her submission as she was deprived of the one thing she could do to influence her Master to give her what she so desperately desired. Holding his massive shaft in the warm, moist cavern of her mouth, but under orders not to arouse him further, Cassie shuddered as his crop slapped at her thighs and belly with just enough force to warm her skin to a delicate pink, but without causing her to climax.
She knew he was amusing himself and testing her, holding her on the knife-edge of climax, forcing her to walk a tightrope between her devastating need to come and the equally powerful imperative to obey. With his crop ready to strike venomously if she fell on either side, it was a graphic exhibition of his Mastery and her helplessness and as his crop toyed with her, Cassie's belly churned and bubbled with blistering passion as she submitted totally to his iron will and her sex ran with the glistening juices of her arousal.
With cruel precision, the crop flicked between her gaping thighs and as leather found her engorged labia and the projecting bud of her erect clitoris, Cassie gave a muffled shriek and hurtled into a stupendous orgasm.
Her belly convulsed hugely, then convulsed again, and then again, her breasts vibrating madly and her thigh muscles cording in vain as she fought to move to alleviate the incredible firestorm that swept through her body. Boiling gouts sprayed from her sex and over the trunk beneath her buttocks as she surrendered passionately and without reservation to her slavery and her Master.
Tom had seen enough and could wait no longer. Pulling from her mouth, he raced around the trunk and buried his maleness in Cassie's quaking, pulsing cunt, her inarticulate scream of delirious welcome cut short as he crammed the gag between her jaws and sent his fingers and lips to her swollen breasts, tweaking and nibbling her rigid nipples to add still more fuel to the white-hot inferno of her sexual frenzy. His throbbing shaft lunged and thrust with ruthless power and speed into her body, forcing a second climax from her as she responded helplessly to his remorseless ravaging.
In a matter of seconds he reached his peak and as his hands gripped her shoulders to pull him even deeper into her innermost core and his spend hosed into her belly, Cassie squealed shrilly. Her juices flowed like a river in spate, gushing over his pulsating shaft and pouring from her sex in her ultimate submission to the sheer physical ecstasy of her merciless subjugation. Bathed in the swirling heat of her belly, her Master savoured the depth of her submission, revelling in the sight and sounds and feel of her body climaxing to his will, her internal contractions milking him of every last drop of his seed until he was drained and slipped from her dripping sex to stand gazing down at her.
Mr Travis had been right, Cassie was much hotter and even more responsive than the last time he had taken her. She was turning into a superb slave and as he stretched out his hand to stroke the brand etched into her left hip and saw her belly kick as she felt his touch, he chuckled softly, "Your brand suits you, honey. It confirms just what you are, but I wouldn't go showing it off to too many people if I were you. They might get the idea that you're an obedient little sex slave or something and then where would you be?"
He chuckled again as Cassie whimpered, then added, "Not that you'll be getting the opportunity to meet anybody who doesn't already know what you are. I'm going to take a break now, so you have a rest while I check on how Lila's doing. See you later," and he strolled away.
Helpless in her strict bondage and trembling to the slowly waning pulses of her orgasms, Cassie relaxed as best she could, knowing that she had a second Master to serve and that she would be made to surrender no less deeply to Earl. She could only hope that Lila had pleased him and put him in a good mood, for if the redhead had failed, Earl might take it out on her.
A hundred yards or so from where Cassie waited and worried, Lila's cruelly stressed muscles ached and she wept into the blindfold sealing her eyes, the red stripes on her whipped belly and thighs smarting relentlessly in mute testimony to the high price Earl had made her pay for threatening to get him sacked. That mistake had already cost her dearly and would cost her far more, she feared, for as he had whipped her, he had told her that it was only the start of the revenge he intended to extract from her.
The submissions she had given, he said, had shown him what a disgracefully hot little slut she was, but she would soon find that she had not even begun to plumb the depths of the submission he would impose upon her. She should have realised that flirting with a Master was dangerous, even for a free woman, because things could change as they had for her... and then, a flirt might find herself having to live up to her words.
Lila shuddered in fearful anguish, remembering the times she had teased Earl, rubbing herself against him and mocking him, safe in the knowledge that she was in control of the game. Now though, she knew it was no game and could not even control her own body or what her Master chose to do to it. He had used her ruthlessly, forcing her to submit over and over and then, when she had finally satisfied his lusts and least expected it, he
had whipped her.
It was cruel and unfair and treacherous and Lila had climaxed instantly, thrilled and humiliated by his absolute determination to subjugate her totally. That shameful excitement still filled her belly and it was why she wept, for Lila could not stop herself wanting Earl, even though he treated her with such painful, merciless arrogance, or perhaps, because of it.
She tried to tell herself that she hated him and that she really did not want to be taken again and forced to submit as his slave, but deep down, she knew that she did. Although she feared him and feared what he might do to her, Lila finally understood that she must and would accept his discipline. Must and would serve him, must and would kneel before him and beg to be taken if he so ordered, for he was her Master and she could no longer be anything but his slave. Not only simply a slave, but his slave, for Lila knew in her heart that Earl was the Master of her deepest, darkest fantasies, the Master above all others that she wanted to belong to and serve with every atom of her being. Forever. Her tears stopped and a strange calmness crept over her as she resigned herself to a Fate and a Master she was no longer able, or willing, to resist.
Chapter 15
When Earl saw Tom walking towards him, he hurried over and held his finger to his lips, then in tones too low for Lila to hear, asked his partner to assist in subjugating the redhead even more deeply. Tom was by no means averse, for he was not yet fully recovered from taking Cassie and was happy to give himself more time, so that when he finally made Lila serve him fully, he would be at the peak of his powers.
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