Breaking Laura (Hollybourne School for Slaves)

by J. A. Bailey

  Charlotte stood gracefully, hands still pinned behind her.

  “Now bend over at the waist, keep your legs apart and open your mouth.”

  With a gulp, Charlotte complied. The crop snaked up under her skirt, lifting it to fully reveal her arse and she closed her eyes. Laura spotted the heat spreading up her face.

  Crack! The crop snapped over the top of her thigh and Charlotte bit on her lip.

  “Eyes open,” Hunter barked.

  Charlotte snapped them open and Laura saw a look pass between her and Simone the dark-haired women broke into a grin. Hunter was on her swiftly, bringing the crop down on her thigh. Simone hardly made a sound and if anything, her expression switched to barely-tempered delight.

  “Simone! On your feet.” He punctuated his order with another crack across her bottom as she stood.

  Hunter took care in arranging Simone carefully, slapping the crop over her arse as she fidgeted. Laura began to suspect Simone enjoyed the sting of a spanking and was playing for attention.

  Determined not to attract any attention herself, Laura moved carefully, avoiding eye contact with Charlotte as she positioned herself. Her skin prickled as Hunter lingered behind her. She jolted as the tip of the crop pressed into her pussy spreading her folds. Holy shit! What was he doing to her? She couldn’t even remember the last time a man had seen her naked and now he was prizing apart her legs like she was on sale or something.

  And why did she like it so much? Jesus, she was a sick fuck.

  He kept them stood like that until Laura’s muscles ached. With her mouth open, she longed for a drink as her tongue dried. Hunter circled them, muttering as he tweaked their positions. Each touch of his crop sent shivers skittering through her body.

  “Enough practice for the day.” Laura was about to release a sigh when his finger traced a path along her spine, a trail of heat spiralling through her. “You will practice those with your mentors daily but I suggest taking time to do them in the mirror,” he told them as they straightened. “You—” he thrust his crop at Laura, “—have a lot of work to do.”

  Recovering from the effect of his touch, Laura narrowed her eyes at him. She held her breath, waiting for their teacher’s wrath but instead he raised a brow and strode past her. “Breakfast is at 9 a.m. You will meet your mentors shortly after. Do not be late.”

  The breath she’d been holding hissed through her teeth and Laura’s shoulders slumped.

  “I thought he was going to kill you,” whispered Charlotte.

  Lucy gave her a nonchalant shrug, swallowing the fear trapped in her throat. “I’m not going to be bullied by him.”

  “I don’t think that was his intention, but he did seem to pay an awful lot of attention to you, Laura. And I didn’t think you were doing that badly.”

  “Maybe we should get some lessons from you.” Simone laughed. “Teacher’s pet.”

  Charlotte flushed. “I’m sure you’ll be fine once you practice with your mentor. Hopefully he’ll be a bit nicer.”

  Laura gave a mock shudder. “Anyone would be nicer than Hunter.”

  “Hunter?” Simone grinned.

  “Yeah, doesn’t he seem like one?”

  “And you’re his prey…” Simone dug an elbow into her ribs.

  They laughed and Laura released a nervous one as they all traipsed upstairs, her bare pussy and practically exposed breasts forgotten. It was hard to believe how quickly she’d got used to being on display. And, boy, had she been on display. She wished it didn’t make her body clench with desire, the thought of Hunter staring at her damp mound. The whole scenario was just wrong, especially her getting turned on by it.

  As Laura crawled into her luxurious bed that night, she allowed her fingers to slip down and press against her folds, parting them and stroking through her sticky arousal. Her clit already pounded in anticipation. The whole lesson seemed to have brought her to a state of constant excitement and all she could think of was what it would be like to be fucked by Hunter. Odd…she didn’t even like the man. And she sure as hell didn’t want to fuck him. Sex with him would be twisted. Normal sex, that’s what she liked. Well, maybe not liked…but that was her fault.

  She slid two fingers in, using her other hand to play over her nub, moving quickly as the feelings built. Teeth grit in concentration, Laura forced herself to forget Hunter and the usual voice of doubt whispered in her mind.

  Dirty. Wrong.

  Fuck.

  The agonising tension in her pussy remained but the edge had gone, she couldn’t climax. Damn it. She’d really thought she could do it that time.

  On her side, she settled down to sleep with a sigh. A groan from across the room made her heart pang in jealousy. Someone was having a better time than she. She wasn’t the only one majorly turned on by their class tonight. But was it Lucy or Simone?

  ***

  Laura barely choked down breakfast as the nerves churned in her stomach. They’d already visited the spa, been waxed, pampered and had an enema. God, if she never experienced that again she’d be happy. Charlotte had commented how pale she’d gone and that was pretty hard for someone as pale as she.

  They settled in the reception room once more, the tell-tale click of heels announcing the arrival of Ms. Pembroke.

  She peered at them, a tight smile on her lips. “Backs straight, girls. Eyes lowered.”

  Laura shifted in her seat and dropped her gaze with a heavy swallow. Three sets of feet strolled in and positioned themselves in front of them. The urge to sneak a peek was almost unbearable.

  “Eyes lowered!” Ms. Pembroke snapped and sighed. “Mr Thomas, that one is yours. I suggest you start with a punishment.”

  “Simone,” a husky male voice growled. “On your feet. Upstairs. Now.”

  The sound of Simone being marched away made Laura’s stomach twist with nerves. What punishment would she receive? Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Simone sashay away, followed by a tall, brown-haired man. It seemed Simone took delight in being punished. Weird.

  “Mr Walker, this is Charlotte. You will be mentoring her this term.”

  “Look at me.”

  Mr Walker had mischievous look to him and was attractive with cropped blond hair and tanned skin to set off his green eyes.

  “I look forward to working with you,” he murmured, using a finger to trace the curve of Charlotte’s cheek and press into her lips.

  “Laura, unfortunately your assigned mentor had a skiing accident and was unable to make it. Mr Hunter will be mentoring you.”

  Laura released a barely concealed gasp. Why did it have to be him? Hunter would be merciless.

  Laura watched with twisting envy as Charlotte’s mentor led her away. She glanced over at Hunter who glowered in return. She gulped. What had she let herself in for? She’d been so confident, so sure she could handle anything they threw at her. Anything.

  Apart from Hunter.

  He clearly detested her. Why did it have to be him?

  “Cuff front,” he commanded.

  Humiliation burned through her face as she complied, sighing as she placed her wrists together. His hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning them forcefully, and she bit back a yelp.

  “Arms straight and elegant, Laura. You do not look like you are trying to please me.”

  That’s because I’m not, she thought sullenly. But Laura was nothing if not a fighter. She straightened her arms and back and attempted a demure look. His dark brow arched as he yanked her to her feet and practically dragged her upstairs. God only knew what would happen next.

  He led her into a room and shut the door. She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Forgetting her position, she wrapped her arms about herself as her skin chilled. The room could have been a dungeon. A classy, luxurious dungeon but a far cry from the hotel-like rooms of the rest of the house.

  No furnishings, no bed. Just a padded bench that looked like it should be used for massages, a frame in the shape of an ‘X’ and plenty of
restraints and chains. The soft lighting and beautiful wallpaper belied the sinister look of the apparatus.

  A hand slapped sharply at her bottom and she yelped.

  “I did not tell you to release your hands.” Hunter circled her, his predatory look matching his name. Hunter. Yeah that suited him perfectly. As she went to place her hands back in front of her, he shook his head. “Take off your uniform.”

  Laura hesitated, her stomach rolling as she reached for the straps of the bra.

  “Are you scared?”

  That did it. With a flourish, she yanked down the straps and whipped off her skirt. The rest of the lace garment went the same way and pooled on the floor. Her skin pimpled and her nipples peaked as he swept his harsh dark gaze over her.

  Chin up, she met his stare.

  “Why are you here, Laura?”

  This surprised her. She’d already answered a ton of questions before even signing up for the school. Most of her answers were nonsense. Even her last name had been made up but it didn’t matter if it got her access. She just really hadn’t expected this.

  She hadn’t expected someone like Hunter. His fearsome expression cut her to the core, exposing her.

  “I want to be a better sub, Sir,” she responded, aware her voice shook.

  “Why don’t you do as I ask then?”

  “I-I’m not very good at it, that’s all. I just need practice I think. I will do better, I promise, Sir.”

  His lips twitched, not in amusement but in displeasure, as he regarded her. Did her body have so little effect on him? She had nice breasts and she looked after her figure, keeping it toned and tight. Most men loved her figure. Why didn’t he? And why did that bother her?

  Underneath that stern brow was an attractive man. He just scared her so much that she could only remember that when she wasn’t with him. And under those suits, she reckoned a hot body waited. But even the most attractive of men liked her. It made her feel superior and powerful. In Hunter’s presence, she was aware that he held every bit of power.

  His rough hands came suddenly upon her shoulders, his touch inciting a prickling sensation. He manoeuvred her towards the frame and Laura’s heart rate kicked up as he pressed her against it. Eyes never leaving hers, he took a wrist and shackled it to one corner of the frame. The leather padding pressed into her bare arse as he did the same to her other wrist, his movement surprisingly gentle.

  Her ankles came next and she was bound, spread eagled to the cross. A prickle of sweat beaded across her lip as Hunter eyed her exposed pussy. God help her, the feeling of vulnerability made her cunt twitch. A tiny drip of arousal leaked down her leg and she closed her eyes. What was wrong with her?

  “Does this turn you on?”

  She snapped open her eyes and sucked in a breath. What should she say? It did turn her on but for the life of her, she couldn’t force the truth past her tongue. It was wrong, so wrong to be turned on by things like this. And yet, she knew in playing a sub that it should turn her on. Hunter would think it strange if it didn’t.

  “What turns you on, Laura?”

  Her gaze caught sight of the flogger he now held in his hand. He swept it through his fingers, toying leisurely with it. Fear lodged in her throat.

  “Does a beating turn you on?”

  Laura shook her head frantically.

  He edged closer, running the flogger over her breasts and stomach. “What turns you on, Laura?”

  “I-I don’t know!”

  “What do you want? Tell me and I can make it happen. Every fantasy, every fetish.” His voice was low now, almost seductive, that intimidating growl lost to something sensual that rolled over her and made her sex clench.

  Every fantasy…

  No! She couldn’t. Her wants and desires were perverted. She could never give into them. Her mother’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. Wrong, it’s wrong. Dirty girl.

  “You will tell me, Laura. You may as well tell me now.”

  Mouth clamped firmly shut, she whimpered as he teased her flesh with the leather strands. His face came to the side of her cheek, his bristle brushing lightly over her skin as he whispered in her ear, “Why are you here, Laura? What do you want?”

  “I want to be a sub,” she cried quietly. “I just want to be a sub…”

  It was a pathetic response and she could hear the fragility of her voice. Those dark eyes told her he wasn’t happy with her response either.

  “Just safe-word and this will be all over.” His voice came out almost tender. He did want her to safe-word. But why? Had he figured out the real reason she was here?

  But she couldn’t. Speaking her safe-word would mean no graduation and she’d be kicked out of the school. She needed to graduate.

  With a shrug, he drew back the flogger and Laura clenched her eyes shut. She heard the sound first, the faint woosh and slap and then a heat blossomed across the top of her thighs. The fear seemed to have frozen her vocal chords as she opened her mouth to cry out but only a rasping hiss of air came.

  Another woosh and this time the flogger came across her other thigh. The fire seared instantly across her skin and she finally released a scream. Wrenching open her eyes, Laura gasped as she glanced down and saw the red streaks crawling over her pale skin.

  A peek at Hunter sent her stomach twisting. He eyed her coolly but his whole body remained tense and she could see his erection thrusting up against his trousers. This turned him on. She was fucked.

  Laura cringed as he raised the flogger and splayed it across her stomach. The edge of the tassels caught the underside of her breast and she clamped down on her lip as the sting forced tears into her eyes. He barely gave her time to recover before striking her breast fully, sending excruciating pain through her tight nipple.

  “What do want, Laura?” he repeated as he flogged both breasts, one after the other in a rhythmic motion. “What do you fantasise about?”

  The smacking sounds were almost soothing as Hunter struck her efficiently and expertly. Laura tuned into the noise, concentrating on the musical quality of it in an attempt to ignore the burning pain.

  Maybe he picked up on the comfort it brought her as he switched his rhythm, moving to a less predictable motion as he swept the leather over her stomach. She didn’t dare glance down as she knew the sight would probably force her safe-word from her lips.

  The stinging heat consumed every part of her as he worked his way down, sending the leather across her hips before concentrating on the apex of her thighs. Tears streamed freely now. Surely she was in hell? Her clit swelled with each hit as if her body was rebelling against her, trying to make the pain unbearable.

  “You can end all this, Laura,” Hunter prompted hoarsely between whippings. “Just one word.”

  Say it, say it. No, she couldn’t. Red was her word. Not very inventive but she’d heard it was commonly used in BDSM scenarios. It sat on the tip of her tongue as a tassel curled over her distended clit.

  “What do you need?” Smack. “What do you want?” Smack. “Tell me everything and this will be over.”

  A vicious smack landed between her legs, setting fire to her tender cunt as her cream dripped from her.

  “Ok!” she cried as he raised his hand once more.

  Mid-swing, he paused and crossed his arms, waiting.

  “I want to be fucked!” Oh God, where was this coming from? She couldn’t prevent the words spilling from her. “I want to be pinned down and fucked, hard and fast. I want a man to hold me down and ram his cock in me.” She sobbed as the shameful truth of all her fantasies came tumbling out. “I want you to fuck me, Sir. I want your cock in me.”

  She tried to clear the tears from her gaze with a few blinks but she couldn’t make out his expression through the cloudy haze. He still held the flogger, slightly raised and she waited, breath trapped in her chest.

  Laura cried out as he took a sudden step towards her and tore at the restraints. Quickly he freed one wrist then the other, flinging aside the f
logger. Ankles released, the next minute he held her tight in his embrace and was kissing her.

  Her arms ended up pinned behind her, held in one wrist as his other hand held the back of her neck while he plundered her mouth. As the shock subsided, Laura found herself kissing him back, eagerly twining her tongue with his. Her tender skin smarted at the rub of his suit but the feel of his cock pushed against her made her forget it all and she thrust her throbbing cunt against it.

  Spun around suddenly, he forced Laura onto the cold leather of the bench. Without preamble, Hunter lunged into her, filling her in one sweep. Her pussy ached with the invasion. It had been so long. But, God, it was good. Her body responded instantly as he covered her with his clothed form, bringing her hands up in front of her and sprawling his large hands across hers.

  “Fuck, Laura…” he groaned and her heart fluttered with delight at the sound of her name on his lips.

  It didn’t matter how awful her fantasy was, Hunter fulfilling it brought her to the brink quicker than ever before. Her clit pulsed as he hammered into her, the leather soothing her skin. She struggled to breathe as he used all his strength to thrust his rod into her willing sheath. The sensations consuming her sparked a frenzy in her body and she writhed beneath him

  Pleasure boiled between her thighs and surged through her cunt. It took her by surprise and she screamed his name as he relentlessly pulled the pleasure from her. Shaking and crying, she hit the peak and came in great pulses. It may have only lasted seconds but time ticked away as the sensations darted through her again and again.

  With several more hard, merciless thrusts, Hunter groaned and uttered her name before slumping across her. Her pussy scalded as his seed filled her and she pressed her cheek against the bench as fresh tears pricked her eyes.

  What the hell was that? Her first ever g-spot orgasm? Fuck, she’d missed out on so much. Masturbating was hard enough. Orgasms never came easily to Laura. And now she’d just had the most mind-blowing one from a man she didn’t even like. A man who frightened her to death. A man who’d just beaten her into submission.

  The heat of his body disappeared but Laura didn’t have the energy or the will to move. Cum dripped down her legs and her body still trembled. Vulnerable and sore, her mind was a swirl of thoughts. She’d never even had a man spill his load inside her before, she realised. It was kind of hot. And fucked up, she reminded herself. The whole scenario was beyond wrong. All the health and medical checks should have prepared her these things but she really had stumbled into this so blindly.