“Get up, and straddle me with your knees,” he said.
Elenora quickly scrambled into position over his hips, and she felt the thickness of his rigid organ press the outside of her pussy.
“Take my cock in your hand and put it in your cunt,” he said in a voice that sounded half-strangled with lust.
Elenora took the thick pole in both her small hands. Was this monstrous object really inside my bottom? she wondered. It was a little hard for her to believe, even though it had happened just two days before. She raised her hips up a little higher, and moved the head of his cock to the opening.
“Put it in, bitch, now,” Caine demanded hoarsely. “Put it in!”
She rubbed the head up and down against her labia a few times until the rosy lips pouted open.
“I’m sorry, Father,” she apologized, moving her lips silently. She lowered herself slowly down on his penis, still gripping the shaft with her hands. She gasped: it felt even bigger inside her than it did in her fingers.
“Now put your hands up behind your head, and keep them there,” Caine said harshly.
She complied, still kneeling over him, the first inches of his organ inside her.
Caine reached up and took a firm hold of both of Elenora’s nipples. “Now ride it up and down,” he said. He squeezed the already swollen and tender flesh of her nubs between forefingers and thumbs, digging in his nails until the girl screeched with pain.
Ignoring as well as she could the lancing pain coming from his mistreatment of her sore nipples, she obeyed, lowering herself on his meat-pole. She felt a tearing sensation down inside, and then a sharp pain. It was not too bad, certainly not as bad as when he had invaded her little hole, but it was persistent.
“Up and down, bitch,” Caine said. He gave her nipples an extra nasty twist, and then began tugging them fiercely. “Up and down, fuck me, up and down!” he kept repeating, tugging her nipples to suit the words, like a man possessed.
“Ahh! Ohhh! Master, not so hard, please, oww! My nipples!” Elenora cried out as she bobbed up and down on his cock like a runaway carousel horse. In spite of the horrid pulling at her nipples, in spite of the pain down inside her pussy (it was gradually fading, anyway), in spite of everything, that warm feeling, that wonderful sensation she had felt on the day when he had made her play with herself so that he would have lubrication to enter her bottom hole, was growing with every stroke. She had felt on the verge of some wonderful event which would have happened, if he had not ordered her to stop touching herself.
Now though, the feeling was stronger, much stronger, and was building every second, with every thrust. Elenora sighed, moaned and made sinuous motions with her hips to increase the pleasure.
“Oh master!” she screamed. “Master, master, I… ooooh!” She began pumping on him furiously, exclaiming “Ah! Ahhh! Ahh!” The orgasm burst inside her like, a star exploding in a supernova. She had never imagined that anything could feel so good.
Her frantic activity had an effect on Caine as well. He sat up and bellowed, “Ah! What a great fuck you are!” as he came in her remarkably tight slot. He continued to thrust his hips into her for another two minutes after his climax. Exhausted at last, he released Elenora’s suffering nipples, letting his hands drop down into the water.
The girl gradually slowed her gyrations, ending by resting with her legs still wrapped around his waist, his slowly deflating cock still trapped inside her. She leaned forward until her head rested on Caine’s shoulder.
“Thank you, master,” she whispered. She wondered why her father, why anyone would think that such a wonderful act was a sin. She kissed her owner’s ear gently as his head lolled back to rest against the wall, his neck too weak to hold it upright.
She whispered softy in his ear. “Master?’
He grunted in reply.
She touched the tip of her pink tongue to the inside of his ear. “Can we do that again?” she asked.
Chapter Eight
Two days later, a pair of servant girls, silent as always, guided the naked Elenora up a broad, curving formal stairway to the second floor of the house (would he ever let her wear clothes again? she wondered). One of the escorting servants opened the thick oak door of one of the rooms, while the other led her in by her elbow.
Inside, she immediately saw Mr. Caine, as she had expected. She was surprised to see the other person in the room, however. Standing next to their mutual owner was the enslaved housewife who had been purchased at the auction along with Elenora. She recalled the other woman’s name was Mrs. Addison. She was standing beside Caine’s chair, naked, with her hands behind her back. She was as lovely as Elenora had remembered her, but she looked different, somehow.
Elenora glanced around the room. It was obviously a bedroom, with a huge four-poster bed dominating the large space. Along with the usual cabinets and dressers that might be found in any bedroom (any rich man’s, that is: the furniture must have cost a small fortune), she saw a number of restraining devices like ones she had seen already, and a number of whips, canes and crops prominently displayed on a gilded rack on the wall. She noted that the posts at the end of the bed had several sets of handcuffs dangling from them.
She wondered how Caine would act towards her today. After he had taken made love to her in the bath, she sensed (or did she just imagine it?), that his feelings toward her had changed, and that, perhaps, he would not be so cruel to her now.
“Come in, Elenora, and stand beside me,” Caine said, patting the arm of the chair opposite the silent blonde. “You remember Mrs. Addison, of course,” he went on.
“It’s very nice to see you again, Mrs. Addison,” Elenora said.
Caine nudged the blonde woman with his elbow. “You have better manners than that, Mrs. Addison. Didn’t you hear Elenora?”
She started, as if her mind had been elsewhere. “Oh, yes, I’m so sorry, sir.” She spoke strangely, speaking in a strange detached tone. “Good morning, Miss… I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name…”
“It’s ‘Elenora’,” she said gently. She wondered what had happened to Mrs. Addison. She hardly seemed to be the same person as before. It was almost as if she was a ghost of her former strong self.
“Yes, of course,” Olivia answered vaguely. “So nice to see you again, Elenora.” She looked down at Caine seated beside her (for his approval? Elenora wondered).
He looked back and gave a tiny shake of his head.
Olivia took a deep breath and said in a neutral tone, “Please master, I have made a stupid error by being so rude to this guest, and I humbly request that you kindly correct me.”
“Oh? What do you have in mind, Mrs. Addison?” Caine asked.
“I beg you to administer fifteen…” Here, Caine made another tiny movement of his head. “…Twenty lashes…” She waited a moment, and then went on “of a snake whip on my worthless bottom…” Again she hesitated, looking at her master, and as before his head made a small sideways movement, back and forth. “…on my fat tits…” She looked again, and when he gave another little shake, Elenora thought that she was going to scream her next words. Instead, she paused, took a deep breath and said, in the same dull voice that she had been speaking in before: “…on my nasty cunt,” she finished. Her eyes closed as though she was very weary.
Elenora gasped in horror at the sentence. If Caine whipped that part of Mrs. Addison’s body twenty times, surely there would be nothing but scraps of flesh left when he was finished. She began to work up her nerve to make a protest, futile though it would almost surely be.
Before she could say anything to earn his wrath however, Caine smiled up at Olivia. “On second thought, I believe that your apology is sufficient, so we can forgo punishment this time.” Olivia, who had been standing in an unnaturally stiff posture, slowly relaxed her shoulders and neck. Caine turned to face Elenora. “Unless you insist, my dear. You were the victim of her bad manners, after all.”
“Oh no, master,” Elenora said hastily, as
Olivia stared at her with fear starting again in her eyes. “Mrs. Addison’s apology is good enough for me.”
“Good,” Caine said, smiling. “In any event, I am going to give you an opportunity to make up for your rudeness. You will amuse me by making love to young Elenora here until she comes.”
Olivia opened her mouth as if to speak, but then quickly closed it again. The expression on her face made words redundant; it was clear the idea repulsed her.
“Don’t you want to do it, Mrs. Addison?” Caine asked.
“I… it…” she stuttered.
He cracked the short black whip he held, and the sound made both of the women jump. “Answer me, and make it the truth, unless you truly want those twenty strokes on your cunt.”
“Oh, no, master,” she said hurriedly. “No, master, I wouldn’t like it at all. I think it’s disgusting. Two women together is… it’s just wrong.”
“I certainly hope you can overcome your absurd prejudices and take care of little Elenora here,” he indicted the younger girl who stood by quietly, watching in wonder. “Otherwise, you might find yourself in certain difficulties.” At this, he lightly stroked his throat with his fingertips.
The effect of this gesture on Olivia was remarkable: all the blood rushed from her face, and she said, “No, no! Please don’t! I’ll do it!” in a thin, panicky voice, although Elenora had not heard the master utter any specific threat.
“Well, then, let’s get started,” Caine said, sinking into an armchair a few feet away. “Make it a good show. Elenora, get over here on the bad, and lie back, so Mrs. Addison can show me how obedient she is.”
Elenora obligingly climbed onto the big bed, and stretched out on her back. Olivia advanced on the waiting Elenora looking as though she was marching to her own execution. She climbed on the bed and embraced the girl tentatively, as if the latter was covered with spines, like a porcupine.
Elenora tried to relax the older woman, smiling and whispering, “It’ll be all right” in her ear.
Caine’s whip cracked again, leaving a sinuous red line across the expanse of Olivia’s lushly rounded ass. She yelped in pain.
“Let’s get to it,” Caine ordered. “Kiss her. She won’t bite you.”
Olivia was a few inches taller than Elenora. She bent her neck down, her red lips slightly parted, seeking the girl’s mouth.
Their tongues intermingled. Elenora found Olivia’s mouth sweet and pleasant. As they continued to kiss, she felt that now familiar warm feeling begin again down between her legs.
The whip cracked again, and Olivia’s head lifted skyward as a little “Ah!” of agony burst from her lips.
“Play with her tits, suck her nipples. Do I have to tell you everything?” Caine asked impatiently.
Elenora’s nipples had already swelled with blood almost as soon as they made contact with the satiny skin of Olivia’s breasts. Now they sent out signals of delight as Olivia’s slender fingers brushed against them. When Olivia took Elenora’s nipples between her fingers and began to gently squeeze and twirl them, the beautiful red-head closed her eyes and threw her head back on the pillows to better bask in the wonderful sensation.
Now the blonde slipped her face down between the girl’s rosy, firm mounds, kissing and licking as she went. Elenora sighed as Olivia kissed and sucked her tender nipples, switching back and forth from one to the other, gently nibbling the erect flesh while brushing her tongue across the tips.
Elenora’s pussy was beginning to demand attention. She was considering asking the other woman to touch her down there, when the master’s whip snapped into Olivia’s pale bottom again, and Elenora felt her muffled cry on her breast, as he said, “Go down on her, Mrs. Addison. Open up her legs and get your tongue into her pussy.”
Olivia lowered her face over Elenora’s red-furred triangle until the tip of her aristocratic nose was nearly touching the pouting pink nether lips. She hesitated, and then cried out again when the tip of Caine’s whip her own labia. Without further hesitation, she spread apart the petals of Elenora’s nest, and began to lick and kiss the slippery, gooey interior.
Elenora was now highly aroused by Olivia’s attentions. The red-head’s hands were buried in the long silky hair on the back of Olivia’s head, and she pulled the blonde up closer to her throbbing clitoris.
“Oh, please, please,” she moaned in a strange, throaty voice.
The whip lashed out again, viciously cutting Olivia’s tender inner thighs. “Suck her clit, you idiot,” Caine ordered, and struck her exposed bottom again.
Olivia obeyed, taking the engorged button of flesh between her teeth, and sucking it for all she was worth.
Elenora went mad with excitement. She locked her thighs around Olivia’s head, while arching her back in the throes of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop!” she shrieked. Olivia was growing short of air, so she lapped at the teenager’s private parts faster than before, hoping that she would be able to breathe again when the girl climaxed and released her.
Elenora came wildly, moaning with pleasure as she forced Olivia’s tongue to service her. At last, she opened her thighs and released the imprisoned blonde head, and fell back to lie replete on the bed.
Olivia emerged from between Elenora’s thighs, gasping for air. Her nose and chin gleamed with a coating of liquid.
“Very well done, Mrs. Addison,” commented Caine, who had opened his fly during this performance and now held his stiffened rod in his hand. “Now it’s your turn to take a more active role, Elenora. Get on your knees with your legs wide apart and your face flat on the bed. I want your back bent so that your ass is up as high as possible.” He watched as the girl followed these instructions. “Good. Now I want you to reach back and hold your ankles in your hands. You will remain in this position until you are given permission to move.”
The warm glow of pleasure from her orgasm fled. Suddenly, Elenora found herself in a frighteningly vulnerable position with her sadistic owner sitting a few feet behind her, holding a whip. She trembled.
“Mrs. Addison, if you could do me one small favor,” Caine said.
“Of course, master,” Olivia replied, ceasing for the moment her attempts to wipe Elenora’s juice from her face.
“Just go over to the girl, and transport some of her cunt cream to her asshole with your tongue,” he said.
Olivia bent over to dip her tongue into Elenora’s exposed nest, and quickly licked up a substantial wad of goo. She then deposited the love-juice on the girl’s delicate brown rear hole.
“Inside and out, please,” Caine said. “She’s going to need all the lubrication she can get.”
Olivia complied, forcing her tongue in and out the miniscule hole several times, until Caine told her he was satisfied.
“You are done for now, Mrs. Addison,” he said, rising from the chair. “You may kneel down on the floor to observe.”
Caine spent a few seconds admiring the sight of his beautiful slave in a position of abject servitude. She seemed to be positively demanding to be assaulted. He placed his hand on the taut curve of Elenora’s trembling buttocks. “And now, my sweet, it will be your turn. Are you afraid?”
“Yes, master, I am afraid you are going to hurt me,” she quavered.
He casually slid two fingers into her pussy at the same time that he worked the first joint of his thumb into her lesser hole, then opened the waist button of his trousers, stepping out of them after they slid down around his ankles.
“And why do you think I am going to hurt you, my dear girl?” he asked, jamming the remainder of his thumb into her rectum.
“Ow!” she exclaimed. “B… because you always hurt me, master,” she said shakily. “You paddle me or spank me, or squeeze my nipples, or whip my breasts. Oh, ah, please you’re stretching me, master!” These last agonized pleas came when Caine suddenly jammed three fingers knuckle-deep into her bottomhole, forcing the stubborn tissue to open wider.
“And why do you suppose I hurt y
ou, little Elenora?” he asked as he rotated the fingers inside her, drawing cries of pain from the helpless slave girl.
“Oh! You do it to discipline me… ahh!... so that I will be… ah! Please master! A better servant… oh!” Elenora answered as well as she could, while Caine continued too abuse her tight hole.
Caine did not respond directly to this answer. He pulled his fingers out of Elenora’s bottomhole, then knelt on the bed behind her, resting his turgid penis in the valley between her fine cheeks.
“Do you feel that, Elenora?” he asked. “That is my cock, and it is all going to have to get inside you. The only question is, where will it go? In here…?” Here he rammed the tips of his fingers into her slippery love nest, “…or here?” he finished, thrusting his index finger into her much abused asshole again.
“Please, master,” she said, looking back at him tearfully. “Please don’t put it in my… asshole. Wasn’t it nice when you put it in my pussy last time?’
Caine took his cock firmly in his hand and rubbed it across the girl’s wrinkled rear entry several times.
“No, my girl, I think that this time you will be ask to be taken up the back passage,” Caine said, holding the massive head of his rod against the pitifully small opening. “Beg me to fuck your asshole, Elenora. Beg me to fuck you hard.”
She wept freely now. “Oh master, please fuck my asshole. Please… oh …fuck me… hard.” She buried her face in the mattress.
Caine chatted as he forced her little hole to stretch obscenely around the fat head of his rigid organ. “I penetrated you a little a few days ago, but you only took a couple of inches and just for a few seconds, if you recall. Did it hurt?”
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