by Anna Cundell
Suddenly there were hands and mouths and wet tongues everywhere, caressing, licking, biting, sucking, and pinching her flesh. A mouth sucked her left breast, fingers kneaded her right, and Helen’s tongue was replaced by fingers in her vagina while her mouth, or someone’s mouth, returned to her clitoris.
Through this whole symphony of new sensations, Clare saw Dr Hammer get to his feet.
‘I’ll leave you to it,’ he said. ‘I’ve got other patients to attend to. Remember what I said.’
‘Oh, don’t worry,’ Tony said. ‘I know the rules.’
Clare turned her head and watched Ms Fellowes and the doctor heading for the door, and felt surprisingly disappointed he wasn’t staying. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that. As the door of the dining room closed a sharp stinging pain erupted across her left breast. She snapped her head around to see Caitlin standing on the other side of the table with a riding-crop in her hand, which she raised again.
‘Helen ain’t the only sadist, honey,’ she said, smiling cruelly.
The crop whistled through the air and struck Clare on the top of her thigh, then in quick succession all over her body, on both her breasts, clipping her nipples, on her arms and all over her legs. The American paused, turning slightly. It was quite clear where she was aiming the crop this time – right between Clare’s legs.
Instinctively she tried to close her legs to protect herself, but the ropes held firm and the loop of leather at the tip of the crop landed squarely on her sex lips. Her body jerked in pain and she wailed. Her sex felt as if countless red-hot needles had pricked it, but instantly that feeling turned to something quite different. Her clit throbbed and the burning heat became a wonderful penetrating warmth that turned inward and engulfed the whole of her. Almost without realising what she was doing she writhed her buttocks against the tabletop, luxuriating in the sensations deep inside her vagina.
‘You can see how much she loves it,’ Helen mused.
Caitlin swept the crop down again between Clare’s legs. This time it landed lower but the result was the same, and an almost orgasmic flood of pleasure followed the rush of pain. It was exactly what she’d felt in the van the first time she’d been whipped, though far more intense. Her body seemed to have found a way of converting pain into exquisite ecstasy.
‘Well, that’s got her warmed up nicely,’ Helen decided. ‘You’re the newcomer, Peter, I think you’d better go first.’
‘Can I?’
‘If you don’t, I will,’ Tony declared, and Clare saw Helen wrap her hand around his erection and wank it slowly.
Peter climbed up onto the table while the others stood around and watched. He knelt between her legs, and then laid on top of her, his cock pressing into her belly. Clare was totally powerless to stop him and yet it was precisely that feeling which excited her most. They were treating her like an object, a thing available for their use; she was truly a slave and she could have no doubts now that this was what she wanted. She pulled against her bonds, not because she was trying to escape but because she wanted to feel just how tightly she was bound.
‘She’s a little slut,’ Caitlin observed.
Peter moved and Clare felt his rigid cock probe between her legs. She didn’t think she’d ever been more desperate for a man to penetrate her, to feel a hard cock sinking into her cunt and filling it completely, but he teased her by working his erection up and down but not entering her. The feeling of the hot flesh rubbing against her tortured clit was wonderful, but at that moment it was not what she needed.
Peter’s hand cupped her breast and he kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips, and she instinctively sucked it.
‘Mmm…’ he said, pulling away. ‘She really wants it,’ he told the other three. His cock sawed up and down between her legs, getting slick and wet as it was smeared with the juices leaking from her.
‘Please,’ she murmured, though she knew she shouldn’t talk.
‘Beg me.’ He held his face inches above hers, staring down at her and grinning lewdly.
‘Please,’ she panted again, ‘fuck me.’
He bucked his hips and this time his cock butted into the mouth of her vagina. The wet lips closed around it reflexively, making Clare gasp with pleasure. She expected him to plunge into her but once again he held himself there, his hips raised.
‘Please, please, you’ve got to fuck me,’ she urged, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. She was so wired now she knew she would climax the second he plunged his cock into her…
With a powerful thrust of his hips he drove his cock deep into her pussy, until she could feel the heat of his glans at the neck of her womb. Immediately her pussy convulsed, contracting around his erection as tightly as a fist. Then he did not move. He did not begin to fuck her but instead remained as he was, concentrating on holding his shaft deep inside her.
It was perfect, more perfect than anything Clare had felt before. She could feel every part of him; the smoothness of his plum-shaped glans, the gnarled veins of his shaft and his balls hanging down against her buttocks. And then all that was wiped away by her orgasm, a huge explosion of emotion that made her throw back her head and scream, her vagina locked around his cock. Instinctively she tried to wrap her arms around his back and the sharp snap of the cuffs reminding her that she was free to do no such thing added another level to the ecstasy coursing through every nerve.
But it still wasn’t over. Just at the moment that her orgasm began to ebb she felt his cock jerking inside her, throbbing against the tight walls that confined it. He pulled back almost to the lips of her sex and then thrust once again, as deep as before, and began to ejaculate. In her fervid state she could feel each spurt, thick and hot as it erupted from him, and this made her orgasm again as intensely as before.
And just as her own prolonged wails of ecstasy ended she became dimly aware that another had begun to moan. She turned her head and saw that Helen was bent over the table with Tony powering into her from behind, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly they were buried in her flesh. Caitlin stood beside them, one hand playing between Helen’s legs, a finger vigorously frigging her clit, while the other pinched her nipples in quick succession. Helen raised her head and Clare saw her eyes misty as her orgasm exploded, every muscle in her slender body tensed.
But Tony had not ejaculated, and pulled himself from Helen’s sex. ‘My turn,’ he said, and as Peter climbed off Clare, Tony took his place. She felt his penis pressing against her, wet and sticky. Utterly drained, she thought herself incapable of enjoying more, but the touch of his cock instantly rekindled intense desire.
Tony lowered his head and took her left nipple between his teeth, cruelly pulling it up until her breast was stretched. The pain was sharp yet exquisite, and her whole body trembled.
‘I bet she’s really wet down there, eh honey?’ Caitlin said, kneeling up on the table at their side. She reached between his legs and guided his cock into Clare’s sex, found her clit and used him like an animated dildo to tease her.
Tony could wait no longer and thrust.
‘Oh god,’ she mouthed, rolling her head from side to side, knowing she was going to orgasm again.
Quite deliberately, to get the maximum impact, he let her breast drop back, making the soft flesh jiggle. The tormented nipple, sensitised by this treatment, responded with a fierce shot of pain, which was transformed immediately into an equally intense pleasure that made her cunt tighten around his pumping cock, and brought her orgasm even closer. There was pain in her wrists and ankles from the tight bondage, and the muscles of her arms and legs pinned across the table, and in the tingling flesh where the whip had left its mark, but all of it only served to increase the profound excitement she felt.
‘What a little slut,’ Caitlin sneered, seeing the shudder of pleasure run through Clare’s body.
Unlike Pe
ter before, Tony was thrusting in and out of her rapidly. But Caitlin had not finished with them. Clare felt her hand still between their legs. The American’s finger slipped under his cock to the point where it entered Clare’s squelching vagina. As he pulled out then sank back in again she pushed her finger alongside his cock until her knuckle prevented any further penetration.
Clare whimpered, almost overcome again, and Tony was not immune to Caitlin’s intervention. Almost immediately his cock swelled to new dimensions, and instead of withdrawing for yet another thrust he remained where he was and allowed Caitlin to do the work, her finger wriggling against his cock, effectively wanking him inside Clare.
Although there was little play in the ropes and Tony’s weight was resting on top of her, Clare managed to arch her body off the table as she came, every muscle locked and taut, her orgasm intense.
This time she was so tired and replete she was only vaguely aware of Tony’s ejaculation. She simply could not respond again. She felt Caitlin’s finger slide from her body, a movement that did produce one last tiny trill of pleasure that made her shudder, but after that she closed her eyes and was not conscious of anything else but the slowing of her pulse and the incredible feelings that were still echoing through her body.
When she did open her eyes again Caitlin was standing on the table, her white high heels on either side of her head, the white stockings and the suspenders of the waspie neatly framing her sex.
‘Now it’s by turn,’ the American drawled, as she lowered herself until the engorged lips of her sex were pressed to Clare’s mouth.
Chapter Five
Clare lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She had no choice. Her hands were bound to the metal frame of the bed above her head by means of the familiar black leather cuffs. Jade had also strapped cuffs around her ankles and chained them to the foot of the bed, making it impossible for her to move significantly.
It had been two days, both exactly the same; a shower and breakfast in her cell, then taken to the gym by one of the Asian girls, a swim and lunch with the other patients, and returned to her cell for the afternoon and evening, when another tray of food was provided. Books and magazines were left in her room to fill time, but the tracksuit she was given to wear for exercise purposes was always taken away when she returned, so she spent most of the time naked. Then fifteen minutes before the lights went out Jade appeared to chain her to the bed.
There had been no sign of Dr Hammer or Ms Fellowes. Neither of them had visited her and she had not glimpsed them as she was led through the ground floor of the house. She hoped she’d shown the doctor that she was prepared to do whatever he demanded without the slightest hesitation, and that as a result he would send for her again, but for the last forty-eight hours the locked door stubbornly refused to open.
There was no doubt he was monitoring her sleep and she feared that perhaps he already regarded her as cured and therefore no longer deserving of his attention, his time occupied with others. But she comforted herself by remembering what he’d said. He’d referred to obedience ‘tests’ in the plural, and Dr Helmut Hammer was a very meticulous man who would not say anything that was not absolutely accurate. Or at least she hoped so. The way he had looked at her made her hope that the next test, whatever it was, would be something he would set for her personally.
Sitting alone with nothing else to do but read, she also remembered the curious remark he’d made as he left. ‘Remember the rules.’ It implied there was some line somewhere they were not allowed to cross. But as far as she could tell the four guests had done everything they wanted to do to her with no limits whatsoever, so the remark made no sense.
Of course she knew that the doctor’s neglect of her was perfectly deliberate. Everything that had happened in the house was part of her ‘treatment’ and this was no exception. Like the silver clip Jade had punished her clitoris with it was designed to make her more needy. She was sure it was also meant to give her time to contemplate what had happened to her.
But the treatment must have been working. Despite being made to sleep in bondage she had slept like a baby. She read once that everyone dreams every night, but if she had dreamt she could not remember what about. Her sleep had been completely undisturbed and she woke every morning feeling refreshed and wonderfully rested.
When she thought of what happened in the dining room she could feel herself blushing. She had come so far from what she regarded previously as sexually acceptable behaviour that she found it hard to explain how she enjoyed it so fervently. But she could not deny that she had, or that she would again. And what excited her most, she had to admit, was the fact that she had been totally and absolutely submissive, that her desires and wishes were simply ignored, and all that mattered was what the two women and the two men had wanted. She was an object, a thing for them to use and abuse, and for some twisted, insane reason, that thrilled her like nothing else ever had. The bondage, being pinned to the table like a mounted butterfly, was the perfect physical expression of that mental attitude, and perhaps that’s why it too excited her so much. Unlike the spanking she had received at Richard Marriot’s hands, that she remembered now so clearly, she had never been restrained in any way during sex. But from the moment she’d been tied down in the van the very fact of being rendered incapable of performing even the simplest of actions made her pulse race with distinctly sexual excitement. Similarly, in her cell when Jade first tied her to the wall, the extent to which that aroused her was undeniable.
She wasn’t at all sure what this meant for her future, apart from the fact that it was definitely giving her the best night’s sleep she’d had for a long time. But she did not want to contemplate returning to normal life. The only future she wanted to think about was what would happen to her next when the key turned and the door opened. Over the last forty-eight hours her desire to repeat the experiences, to undergo her next test, had become almost overwhelming. Strangely perhaps, though she could remember everything that had happened to her as vividly as if it had just occurred, she had no desire to masturbate. Masturbation was an act of self-will and what she really yearned for was precisely the opposite of that.
That did not mean she didn’t ache for Jade or Su Li to appear, dress her in some provocative outfit, bind her tightly and take her to perform for a new master. Of course more than anything she hoped and prayed that this time the master they would take her to would be Dr Hammer himself. She imagined kneeling in front of him, looking up into those hypnotic eyes, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted her to do…
It was obviously not going to happen then, as suddenly she was plunged into darkness. She guessed that, like a prison, the lights were turned out at the same time every night, but without a watch she had no means of knowing exactly when that was.
She closed her eyes, but just as she felt herself drifting off to sleep a noise startled her. It was the key being inserted in the lock and grinding as it turned. She opened her eyes, her heart beating in anticipation. The door opened, flooding the room with light from the corridor outside.
‘Shhh…’ She recognised the man immediately. It was Carlo. He signalled up to the camera, and then held a small black box up towards it, like a television remote control. The camera turned on its mounting until the lens was facing the wall and made a little hi-pitched buzz. Carlo then immediately went back into the corridor and the lights in the room came on.
He grinned. ‘Is all right, now,’ he said, and then closed the door.
‘What have you done with the camera?’ Clare asked.
‘I turned it off. They’ll think it’s a fault, but they won’t come until the morning, don’t worry.’
‘What about the sound?’
‘That’s turned off too.’
He walked over to the bed. He was completely naked apart from a tight leather pouch that covered his genitals.
‘But, what are you doing h
ere?’ she asked anxiously.
‘I thought you’d like some company,’ he said simply, sitting on the bed, and she saw his eyes roaming her naked body.
‘How did you get the keys?’ It felt strange to be talking again without having to seek permission, or to wait to answer a direct question.
‘There’s a spare in the corridor,’ he explained. ‘I managed to make an impression of it when I was here the first time. I thought it would be useful when I came back. I had this made, too,’ he added, holding up the little remote control. ‘I work in electronics. It was easy.’
‘But don’t they chain you to a bed?’
‘No, they only do that the first time you’re here.’
‘Were you cured?’
‘Completely.’
‘What was wrong with you?’
‘I was frightened. Frightened of the dark. I couldn’t sleep without the light on. Now is fine. No more fear.’
‘So why do you come back?’
He grinned. ‘I like the treatment.’
‘As a… a slave?’
‘Si. This surprises you, yes, that a man could want to be a slave? I tell you it surprised me too. Very much. When the doctor he tell me I laugh. But was true. It makes me… hot.’
‘Like Mandy.’
‘Si, like Mandy. She has been three times. What about you? Why you come here?’
‘I couldn’t sleep.’
‘Si, si. This is what Mandy had. She sleeps good now.’
‘So do I.’
‘I think you like a little company. You are very beautiful. Seeing you like this it makes me…’ He glanced down at his lap.
‘But I don’t understand,’ Clare said. ‘You said you’re a submissive too. This isn’t part of the treatment.’
