by Anna Cundell
He winked cheekily. ‘I am a naughty boy, yes? Some slaves are good and some are naughty.’
Carlo knelt up on the bed. He ran his finger down her throat and over her breast to her nipple. It was already hard and puckered. ‘Look at that,’ he said.
‘Don’t…’ Clare objected, secretly meaning exactly the opposite. Her nipple had sent a pulse of pleasure down to her pussy.
‘You don’t want I do this?’ His middle finger trailed over her navel and down to her pubic hair. He toyed with that for a minute before delving lower and pushing it between her labia.
This was all wrong. She had promised Dr Hammer that she would obey. She wasn’t even supposed to be talking. But her body was giving her very different messages. After the almost constant sexual encounters she had been exposed to during her first two days at the house the enforced abstinence of the last forty-eight hours had left her extremely frustrated. Her body ached for sexual fulfilment and she was aware that the proximity of a near-naked and handsome man was arousing her. She moaned. ‘No, please don’t,’ she said unconvincingly.
But he didn’t listen. His finger found her clitoris and massaged it gently. It felt wonderful.
‘Oh god,’ Clare gasped, straining against the bonds, and the fact that she couldn’t move only increased her excitement. She could kid herself it wasn’t her fault. After all, she was bound and helpless. If Carlo took advantage of her there was nothing she could do about it. That wasn’t disobeying Dr Hammer, was it?
‘You say no, but your body say yes.’ While he continued to torment her clit he leant down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it then pinching it with his teeth. He moved to her other nipple and did the same. His fingers curved inward, finding the mouth of her vagina, and as he pushed inside she could feel she was already wet. ‘You see?’
‘Please don’t,’ she pleaded, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t listen to her. As long as she pleaded with him to stop she could tell herself that none of it was her fault.
Carlo’s fingers, two then three, gently explored the inner contours of her vagina. At the same time he was subtly caressing her clitoris with his thumb. ‘Bella,’ he said, then pulled his hand away and stood up, skimming the leather pouch down his legs. His cock was fully erect and a tear of fluid was leaking from its tip. It was circumcised, the smooth purple of the glans in stark contrast to the gnarled appearance of the shaft, thick blue veins standing out on it like ivy wrapped around a tree trunk. Without another word Carlo lay on the bed and manoeuvred on top of her, his hard cock immediately pushing down between her thighs.
‘No, you mustn’t,’ she said weakly, but Carlo took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, slowly pushing his tongue inside her mouth. She responded, and without being conscious of doing so, spread her thighs apart, or at least as far apart as the cuffs at her ankles would allow.
‘Yes,’ he whispered indistinctly, his tongue still in her mouth. She felt him raising his hips and directing his cock towards her cunt. The glans slid down and butted against her clitoris, causing another rush of sensation, then slid lower and penetrated deep inside. He began moving in and out, very slowly and deliberately.
Clare felt her vagina close around him and she gasped. She had thought so much about sex over the last two days, remembering everything that had been done to her, that it was wonderful to at last have her frustrations relieved. Inevitably she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm prickling her senses. Though in such a position, unable to lift her legs or even open them very far, he could not penetrate very deeply, but her bondage, the fact that the leather cuffs were biting into her ankles as she tried to stretch them apart and her hands were held helplessly over her head, made her excitement exquisitely intense.
As the sensations increased, each slow thrust bringing her closer to her climax, she pushed her head back against the thin mattress, arching her neck. Above her head she could see her wrists encircled by the thick black leather, her fingers spread apart and taut as if trying to claw the air. It was the perfect symbol of her bondage and slavery, deprived of the use of her hands, just as she’d been deprived of her freedom. She did not understand why that idea excited her so much, but it did.
Carlo was kissing the corded ligaments of her throat while a supportive hand curled under her buttocks. He was strong and lifted her towards him, enabling him to bore more deeply, tipping her over the edge. She opened her mouth to moan but the only sound that came out was a breathless hiss as her orgasm exploded deep in her belly and she felt her whole body go rigid.
She closed her eyes and there, waiting for her in the darkness, was Dr Hammer.
Those deep brown eyes were very close, as if it was him and not Carlo fucking her. She could see his mouth moving to kiss her and feel his erection sinking deep.
The image was so strong it was a shock when she opened her eyes again, as her orgasm ebbed, and she saw Carlo’s face, not Dr Hammer’s.
Carlo was moving faster, his fingers digging into her buttocks. He had given her such a good time she wanted to return the favour but there was nothing she could do, except arch her body upwards for him and use her vagina to milk his cock.
‘Si, si,’ he grunted in her ear…
The door slammed open and Jacqueline Fellowes strode in, followed by Jade and Su Li. ‘Get him off her, now,’ she ordered bluntly, and the two Asians pulled him to his feet. They were dressed as if they’d been summoned from bed, each wearing a short red silk robe.
‘Well?’ she demanded. She was wearing black leather trousers and a skin-tight black crop-top that left her trim waist bare, her breasts swelling against the material. Her calf-length boots were black too, as were the leather gloves she wore. She had a riding-crop tucked under one arm.
‘Is my fault,’ Carlo said. ‘She didn’t want it, I swear. I could not resist her.’
‘What’s this?’ Ms Fellowes had spotted the little black remote control device, which he’d left on the floor by the bed.
‘I make it,’ he said feebly, and she slammed the spiky heel of her boot down on the device, smashing it to pieces.
‘Get him up on that wall,’ Ms Fellowes ordered, and then sat on the edge of the bed beside Clare. ‘Did you encourage him?’
‘No, I swear. There was nothing I could do to stop him.’ That at least was true.
‘Did he make you orgasm?’
Clare nodded.
‘Well, that’s honest at least. I’m inclined to believe you. He’s caused trouble before.’
Jade had fetched cuffs from the corridor and strapped them around Carlo’s wrists and ankles, then the two girls chained him to the metal rings, his arms and legs spread apart, his face to the wall.
‘Do you want I gag him?’ Jade asked.
‘No, let him scream. It’ll be a good lesson to the others.’ Ms Fellowes got to her feet. She raised the crop well above her shoulder and lashed it down across Carlo’s neat rump.
‘You bitch,’ he hissed.
‘What did you call me?’
‘What you are, a lesbian bitch,’ he said defiantly, craning his head to try to look her in the eye. ‘Cut me down and let me fuck you. I show you what a real man can do.’
Thwack! The sound reverberated around the room. She hit him again and again, all over his buttocks and upper thighs. He grunted and groaned and finally, after at least twelve or thirteen lashes, began to curse as the whip scourged his flesh. He hung from the cuffs, his body wet with sweat, the area from his waist down to just above his knees crisscrossed with stripes in every shade of scarlet and blue. Ms Fellowes was showing signs of the effort too, putting real force into each stroke.
Thwack! The crop landed across the meat of his buttocks again, making his whole body quiver.
‘Basta. Basta.’
Thwack!
‘Beg me,’ she cruelly
goaded.
‘Stop. I can take no more.’
‘Beg me.’
Thwack!
‘Please, please, I beg, I beg,’ he snivelled. ‘Anything.’
Ms Fellowes lowered the crop. ‘Turn him around,’ she ordered the two girls. ‘Now watch this, Clare. That was only part of his punishment. There’s worse to come.’
The Asians unchained the cuffs from the wall and turned Carlo around. He was so weak they had to support his weight. They chained his arms back to the metal rings but did not bother with his feet, and Clare was astonished to see his erection was as strong as ever. In fact, it was visibly throbbing and she thought he might ejaculate at any moment.
Ms Fellowes grabbed the column of flesh in a gloved hand and squeezed it so hard the glans, bulging out from the top of the glove, swelled like a balloon.
‘No!’ he screamed, apparently knowing what she had in mind.
‘Oh yes, Carlo. You have to learn your lesson, don’t you?’
‘Please, not that.’
Ms Fellowes smiled cruelly, and then opened her hand so that his cock rested on her left palm, then raised her right hand and flicked the leather loop at the tip of the riding-crop down onto his bulbous helmet. He yelped like a wounded dog, and she did it again.
‘In men like Carlo and women like you pain is an aphrodisiac, I think you’ll agree,’ she said, turning slightly so she could look Clare in the eye. ‘But the irony is that if the pain comes at the wrong time it can also destroy all the pleasure. Now there’s a contradiction, isn’t there?’
‘Please, stop, please…’
But far from stopping Ms Fellowes began to bring the crop down faster, small sharp but absolutely regular slaps, like beating a rhythm on a drum. Clare saw Carlo’s cock spasm two or three times then he threw his head back and his body went rigid. His erection recoiled and then erupted onto the floor as the crop continued its relentless tempo.
‘What do you say?’ Ms Fellowes said, dropping his cock as if she had suddenly found something distasteful in her hand.
‘Thank you, mistress.’ His head was bowed, all defiance gone.
‘Good, now take care of this.’ She held her palm up to his mouth and he carefully licked away a dribble of his spunk from the black leather. ‘That’s much better. Take him back to his cell. Tie him to the wall. He can spend the night there just to make sure he’s learnt his lesson. Have you learnt your lesson, Carlo?’
‘Yes, mistress.’
‘Good.’
The Asians unchained him and led him out of the room, his body limp and enervated.
Ms Fellowes leant forward over the bed. She stroked Clare’s cheek very gently. ‘You can go to sleep now,’ she said.
And almost before she’d closed and locked the door that’s exactly what Clare had done.
Another day passed, and again the same routine. She was taken to the gym in the morning, ate with the other patients at lunch and was returned to her room in the afternoon.
But as the time dragged and the door to her cell remained firmly locked she was beginning to get paranoid. She wondered if Ms Fellowes had told Dr Hammer what had happened the night before. Though Ms Fellowes seemed to believe what she’d said, and there was no doubt that she had been physically unable to stop Carlo, Dr Hammer might have taken a very different view. She knew that for all her protestations she had wanted Carlo and, with his ability to see into the deepest recesses of her mind, the doctor might know that and decide to punish her. While leaving her alone for the first two days might be part of her treatment, to make her realise exactly how needy she was, any longer period of neglect would be very effective punishment.
She tried to read one of the books left for her but her thoughts kept wandering. The idea that a man could be submissive too surprised her, but from what she witnessed there was no doubt that Carlo had not been lying. The cruel beating Ms Fellowes handed out to him clearly excited him quite as much as their encounter. To be whipped to a climax like that proved his deeply masochistic instincts. And there was no doubt that her body had the same mechanism, the ability to turn pain into trenchant pleasure.
When she thought about it like that, calmly and coolly, she hated the idea. It sounded twisted and perverted. In fact, viewed in that light, everything happening to her seemed perverse. And the idea that she should actually want to be a sex slave was equally absurd. She had always thought of herself as a feminist, though not a card-carrying one. She’d liked to think she could stand up for herself and didn’t need a man to look after her, let alone to be her master.
The trouble was that when it came down to it she was far from calm and cool. Her reactions had been governed by her instincts, by her body and not her mind. The sexual excitement it generated simply wiped away her scruples. And having come this far, having explored areas of herself she didn’t even know existed, she was in no mood to turn back, not yet at least.
She looked up at the camera, which had been reset while she was in the gym, as if trying to see past the lens into the mind of Dr Hammer and what he intended for her. But the lens gave away nothing and she lay back on the bed and resigned herself to another day of loneliness. She had no idea what time it was, but the evening meal had arrived some while before so it must be getting late.
The corridor outside had been quiet for some time, but now she heard the noise of footsteps and one of the other doors being opened. She listened intently. It was too far away for her to hear any voices, but after about fifteen or twenty minutes the door was closed again and she thought she heard the faint footfalls of two people walking towards the lift.
Almost immediately a key turned in the lock and her door swung open. Jade walked in, and the fact that she was carrying the ubiquitous nylon holdall made Clare’s pulse quicken. If she had just come to tie her down for the night she wouldn’t have brought the bag.
‘You have shower?’ she asked. Her cheongsam was yellow, with an elaborately embroidered dragon twisting around her body.
Clare nodded.
‘Good.’ She dropped the holdall on the bed and fished inside. ‘You put on quick.’ She threw a pair of stockings in a cellophane packet, a black basque and a pair of black patent leather high heels on the bed. ‘Quick, quick,’ she prompted, when Clare just stared at the clothes.
Clare stood up and wrapped the basque around her body. It was made from tulle edged with black satin, and was rigidly boned. Its half-cup bra snugly encased her breasts, and though they were partly covered the material was so sheer her nipples and aureole were clearly visible. The shoulder straps and suspenders were made from pink satin.
‘Here, I do,’ Jade said, seeing her struggling with the hooks and eyes of the corset.
When they were all secured the basque held her body in a vice-like grip. She settled her breasts into the cups of the bra then sat on the bed and unwrapped the stockings. They were black, shiny and ultra sheer with a Cuban heel, a seam and a thick black welt. The nylon felt smooth and slick against her skin as she rolled them up her legs, the material so shiny it reflected the light. She clipped them into the pink suspenders, adjusting each one so the stockings were held taut. There were no panties on the bed.
‘Make-up, now,’ Jade said.
As the Asian girl applied her make-up, Clare found it hard to suppress her excitement. Of course she hoped she was being taken to Dr Hammer, but after the neglect of the last three days it was a relief to know that at least he had something in mind for her, whatever it might be.
Jade pinned her hair up into a tight chignon, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. ‘These now.’ She plucked a silver chain from the holdall. Clare had seen it before and her body reacted instantly with a sharp pang of sensations, whether from excitement or dread she was not sure. The nipple clips had been painful but they also, she had to admit, gave her considerable pleasure too.
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br /> ‘Open your legs,’ Jade ordered.
‘Pardon?’ Clare had not expected that instruction.
‘Shut up.’ Jade smacked Clare’s thigh, making it sting. ‘Do as I say.’
Puzzled, Clare did as she was told, and Jade knelt in front of her. She opened one of the clips and reached towards Clare’s pussy.
‘No,’ Clare said at once, clamping her thighs together.
‘Open up,’ she repeated. ‘Now, or I go.’
For a second Clare was on the brink of mutiny. The thought of the clips biting into the delicate flesh of her labia was unthinkable.
‘Okay, I go,’ Jade said, starting to get to her feet.
‘No,’ Clare said quickly. If Jade left she would go straight to Ms Fellowes or Dr Hammer. Her refusal would be regarded as a failure of obedience and her whole treatment would be at an end. Reluctantly she opened her legs, her pussy feeling vulnerable.
Jade opened the jaws of the clip with one hand and slipped the other onto Clare’s tummy, and any pleasure Clare might have felt from the gentle touch was utterly negated by trepidation. Jade positioned the ominous jaws over Clare’s clitoris, and then allowed the clip to snap closed, a bolt of pain making her gasp and totter backwards.
Jade laughed. ‘You like, yes?’
Clare managed to steady herself. But by the time Jade’s fingers reached to repeat the procedure the pain had been replaced by a visceral pleasure that was just as profound. Though the second clip produced another surge of pain it was nothing like as bad as the first and in less than seconds it had fed into the pounding pleasure that was flowing through her veins. Just as they had done on her nipples the clips made her intensely aware of her blood, as it tried to force its way past the obstruction, each pulse creating a shiver of excitement. The silver chain hung down between Clare’s thighs as far as the tops of the sheer black stockings. Cruelly Jade pulled on it, making the clips bite deeper and Clare wince, reminding her that the clips could still deliver pain as well as pleasure.
