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SIZZLER EDITIONS—HOT FLASHES GOLDEN ANGEL: UNWILLING SEX SLAVE Part Two: Mistress of Pleasure, Mistress of Pain By CLAIRE THOMPSON ISBN 1-58873-963-5 All rights reserved Copyright © 2006 Claire Thompson This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission. Sizzler Editions/Hot Fashes B&D www.sizzlereditions.com A Renaissance E Books publication

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CHAPTER ONE Laura gripped the black metal bars of the little cage. They'd moved her late one afternoon, forcing her into a cage barely big enough to contain her, heaving it into the back of a windowless van. Though she was frightened as she realized she didn't know what was in store for her, she was also elated at the thought of getting away from Sir, Madam and Ruby. Abducted and held prisoner, Laura had spent the last two months as their unwilling captive, forced to endure deprivation, beatings and sexual humiliation. The constant barrage had nearly rendered her brainwashed. She had actually come to think of herself as they did—a number, a slave not worthy of a name. Her existence had narrowed to such a degree her thoughts focused primarily on the avoidance of pain and the hope of food—when she thought at all. Laura Sidel had very nearly succumbed to the brutal torture and mind control of her captors. She had almost become Number Seven, their designation for her during her first level of training as a sex slave. Yet a spark of the real woman still remained beneath the fear, reignited with the thought of escape. Madam had sat up front with the driver and the other man who lifted her cage from the van. As they rode along bumpy winding back roads to Laura's new destination, Laura lay curled in her satin gown on the metal floor of the little cage. Though she didn't know what was in store for her, she 4


thought with satisfaction how good it would be to never see Madam again, never to feel her cane, to be forced to kiss her long, bony feet, to watch her tease and cuddle her personal pet slave, Ruby. And never to see Sir, with his cold gray little eyes, spittle beading on his lips as he whipped her naked, bound body raw. "Number Seven. Present yourself to your new mistress." As Madam unlocked the cage door, Laura scooted forward, trying to ease out of the little metal box with some modicum of grace. Madam's hours of training in "deportment" had not been in vain. Laura fell into a deep, elegant curtsy as one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen came into the room. Laura dared glance from beneath the thick fringe of her lashes, observing the large eyes of a luminous nearly silver gray, the long elegant nose, the lush, supple mouth and the fine long neck of a woman of indeterminate age. Laura guessed she was anywhere between thirty and fifty. Her dark hair was swept up, tendrils escaping around her delicatelyboned face. She had the timeless elegance of natural beauty and flawless skin, olive-toned and smooth, with only fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Hers was a strong face, full of passion. The woman's mouth curled into a cruel smile as she took in the young woman bowing before her. "Mistress Melinda, allow me to present this worthless slave for your amusement and training. She is stupid and slow and requires constant beating to keep her under control. We call her Number Seven. She calls herself Laura." Laura startled at this statement. How did Madam know? Laura had indeed come to regard herself as Number Seven until only recently, 5


when the thought of escape had reawakened hope and rekindled memory. Hoping they hadn't noticed her little movement of surprise, Laura kept her head bowed, her face blank of emotion as she waited. Stepping closer to Laura, so her small black-booted feet were directly beneath Laura's still bowed head, Melinda said, "Then I shall call her Number Six. What she calls herself is of no interest to me whatsoever." Touching Laura's blonde hair lightly, she said, "Congratulations, Number Six, you've been promoted." Her voice was deep and smooth, just as Laura would have expected from looking at her. She was dressed in closely cut black leather pants and a sheer black blouse, her breasts braless beneath the silk. Her body was long and lean, save for her large breasts, almost too large for her delicate frame. "Thank you, Sandra," Melinda said to Madam. "I shall take the slave from here. You may go." Sandra. Laura had never heard her referred to as anything other than Madam. Somehow having her named, as well as Melinda's evident dismissal of her, diminished the once formidable Madam in Laura's eyes. She raised her head, for a moment meeting Madam's gaze, realizing the terror she felt in her presence had gone. The woman had given her up—sold her—to Melinda. It was Melinda she now had to fear. "She's insolent," Madam commented, her face coloring at Laura's brazen stare. Laura colored as well, quickly dropping her head again in a submissive pose. "That she is. Don't worry, Sandra, dear. I'll soon cure her of that." Laura couldn't help the tremble of fear that rippled 6


through her loins at this comment, though it had been said lightly, almost in passing. Madam took her leave and Laura was left alone with Melinda, her heart tapping with nervous anticipation. "Jared, come in here," Melinda called. A tall well-built man in his early twenties entered the foyer of the large house where Laura's cage had been deposited. He was dark skinned, a fine rich toffee brown, though his eyes were a startling blue. He was completely naked, save for a small pouch of leather secured over his cock and balls. "Yes, Mistress, how may I serve you?" The man's voice was baritone, pleasingly accented with a West Indies sort of lilt, his tone respectful. "This is Number Six. Strip her so I can examine the merchandise." The man moved quickly, roughly hauling Laura up by her upper arm. His hands were beefy and large. Gripping the front of Laura's blue silk gown, he ripped it as if it were made of tissue paper, pulling it from her body as Laura gasped with surprise and dismay. She was used to being naked, having been kept so for the last two months. She had considered the gown, only recently permitted, as a reward for her good and obedient behavior. She felt tears prick her eyes at the loss of the garment, but she didn't dare resist the strong man as he stripped her bare. Melinda moved closer. "Does he need to hold you down, or will you cooperate?" "I-I'll cooperate, Melinda," Laura stuttered. Melinda slapped her face as Laura gasped. Then she smiled as if nothing had happened and said gently, "Silly girl. You 7


don't refer to me as Melinda. I am Mistress. Your mistress, your owner, your world. As of this moment, you exist solely to please me. I don't care what you think inside. I know Sandra and George like their girls with blank minds, programmed to obey like robots. Actually I don't mind getting the zombies they sometimes send my way, as I can undo that quickly enough. To tell you the truth, I prefer a girl who can think for herself. Someone smart enough to learn without having to beat it into them. I prefer more subtle forms of reinforcement—beyond the reach of any man-made instrument of pain. Keep your thoughts, Number Six. Let them be my gift to you." Gently she stroked the cheek she had just struck. "I will call you Number Six, but only because I am but a cog in the wheel of your training, a step on the path. You've a ways to go yet, little girl, before you are worth naming." Her hand slid down to Laura's throat, the fingers circling it, squeezing lightly. Laura instinctively pulled back, just a little. She felt Jared standing right behind her, his massive chest against her bare back, his leather-pouched genitals lightly touching her ass. Melinda squeezed harder, pressing against Laura's windpipe until she began to choke. Letting go as Laura gasped, Melinda said, "You belong to me. Even your breath belongs to me. That is all you need to know. I will command and you will obey. If you do not obey to my satisfaction, you will be punished and you will be taught. You will succeed because I wish it." She squeezed Laura's throat again and again Laura coughed, tears springing to her eyes. "Do you 8


understand, Number Six?" Somehow the slender cool fingers curling around her throat were more frightening than Sir's whip or Madam's cane. Laura leaned trembling against the strong man behind her, glad for the moment he was there to hold her up. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, Mistress." Melinda withdrew her hand, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's better." She stepped back. "Hold up your tits. Go on, cup them and push them up." Laura obeyed, blushing slightly though she knew her reaction was silly, in light of everything else. Melinda reached out, tweaking a nipple, grasping it between her thumb and forefinger and gently pulling it erect. "Oh, your nipples are perfect for piercing. Imagine a pretty little gold hoop just here." She touched the side of a taut nipple with her fingertip. Laura shuddered involuntarily and Melinda laughed. "You are so transparent, Number Six. Don't like needles, eh? Well, well. We shall remember that, shan't we, Jared?" "Yes, Mistress," he responded promptly. Melinda slid her hands down Laura's sides, inadvertently tickling her as she did so. Frowning, Melinda said, "You're too skinny. Men don't like to see the ribs showing like that. I don't know why Sandra and George insist on giving me malnourished girls. I know they use the withholding of food as a training tool, but it's stupid to damage the merchandise. Will they listen to me? No, they won't. Not to worry—I'll fatten you up in no time." She was clearly talking to herself as her fingers continued to slide familiarly over Laura's bare 9


body, feeling the curve of her pelvis and cupping her shaven mons for a moment as Laura blushed. "Now, turn around, bend over and grip your ankles. Legs spread wide. Show me that asshole and little pussy. Go on, move!" Laura felt her cheeks flaming hot. In all the time Sir and Madam had held her captive, while they'd kept her naked and tortured her breasts, they'd expressed no particular sexual interest in her. Though in the first week she'd feared at any moment she might be raped or sexually tortured, to her immense relief she'd been left alone. Ruby had told her she was less than dirt to them. They had no more interest in her sexually than if she were a cow or a horse. She recalled how Ruby had tossed her head, her nose in the air as she proclaimed, "I, on the other hand, am their personal darling. They fuck me every day and Sir lets me lick his cock for dessert each night. I wake up Madam with my tongue. She says it's the best tongue she's ever experienced." Ruby had beamed with pride as she said this, while Laura silently thanked whoever might be there to hear that Ruby's master and mistress had no sexual interest in her. As Melinda's eyes flashed Laura slowly turned around, facing Jared, who had stepped back. Wishing she could disappear beneath the floorboards, Laura spread her legs and gripped her ankles. Jared moved close until his crotch was pressed against her head. She felt his strong hands grip her shoulders, forcing her to bend still further. 10


Laura jumped a little as she felt Melinda's fingers lightly probing at her ass. The fingers slid down between her cheeks, finding her pussy. She tugged lightly at Laura's outer labia, pulling them apart. As she drew the pad of her thumb over Laura's clit Laura felt a zing of pleasure course through her despite her fear and embarrassment. The thumb continued to move over her sensitive spot. Laura didn't dare pull away. In fact, whatever Melinda was doing it felt good—very good. Laura closed her eyes, trying hard to stay still. After a a minute or so, her legs were nearly trembling as pleasure coursed through her loins. She had a sudden image of what she must look like, her long blonde hair obscuring her face as she bent forward gripping her ankles, the statuesque, beautiful Melinda with her hand buried in Laura's cunt and a gorgeous, nearly naked slave boy with his erect cock pressed against her head. Her mind went blissfully blank while those fingers continued their impossibly sweet dance against her sex. "She's a slut, Jared," Melinda announced, laughing with glee. "I could make her come in one minute flat." The fingers were withdrawn. Laura felt chagrin and anger battling inside her. She wanted to scream it wasn't true—they were purposefully manipulating her, using her against her will, forcing her to stand in a humiliating position, naked and under their control. Surprising herself, she found she also wanted those fingers back to finish what they'd begun. The fact was, at age twenty-four, Laura had never had the fortune of finding a truly skilled lover. Her boyfriends had been kind but bumbling, or bossy and self-centered, mostly 11


indifferent to her pleasure though they pretended otherwise. She wasn't used to fingers like Melinda's, skilled fingers that understood her anatomy and knew just how to touch and tease her. "Would you like to come, Number Six?" Laura, still bent over, didn't answer, not sure what to say. Suddenly she felt Melinda's fingers on her head, gripping a handful of hair. Jerking her head back painfully, Melinda said softly, "When I ask a question, you answer. No hesitation, no prevarication. You simply respond honestly to the question. There are no wrong answers, though I may punish you for your response. The punishment is only part of your training, so don't take it personally." She laughed as if she'd said something highly amusing and Laura felt her blood run cold. "Now, answer the question, Number Six. Would you like to come? To orgasm?" Laura realized she hadn't had an orgasm since "before"— before in that other life, when she had been a cocktail waitress with her own apartment and the freedom to live her own life as an independent person. Yet even then she'd rarely masturbated, finding the work it took to make herself come barely worth the little tremor of relief she managed to achieve on her own. Somehow Melinda had been able to pull a response of pleasure from her body she had rarely experienced in her life. Pleasure, Laura thought, had almost ceased to exist in her present reality. Her pussy still throbbing from Melinda's expert attention, Laura said huskily, "Yes, Mistress." 12


Melinda laughed again, the delight evident in the sound. "Stand up. Turn toward me." Laura obeyed, her hair a wild tumult around her face. "I don't imagine you've had much pleasure in the last few months," Melinda went on, as if she'd read Laura's mind. "I believe pleasure is an essential training tool. However," she paused, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting her large breasts forward so the buttons strained on her blouse, "for every ounce of pleasure you will pay with a pound of pain. Thus you will come to appreciate what is given you, and to know you have truly earned it." In a rather abrupt change of subject Melinda said, "Are you hungry, Number Six?" Laura, used to being chronically hungry since she'd been kidnapped, nodded. Turning to Jared, Melinda said, "Have Emily bring us tea in the den. You may join us." "Yes, Mistress," Jared said softly. Laura suppressed a small sigh, not sure if she was upset or relieved Melinda seemed to have forgotten the offer of an orgasm. She wondered how many people were in this house, and if they were all personal slaves and play toys of Mistress Melinda. Of course she didn't dare ask, but merely followed Melinda, with a last lingering glance of regret toward the silky rags left on the foyer floor, the remains of her lovely gown. **** As they sipped delicious hot tea with cream and ate warm buttery scones laced with cinnamon and plump raisins, Laura could barely concentrate on what Melinda was saying. She'd had nothing but water, peanut butter sandwiches and plain 13


tuna fish during her stay with Sir and Madam. In fact she'd promised herself she'd never eat peanut butter or tuna again once she was free. Once she was free. She had to cling to the notion that somehow, someday, she would again be free. Meanwhile, the food was delicious and she ate as quickly as she could, aware it might be withdrawn at any moment. "Slow down," Melinda laughed. "You look like a little piglet at the trough. What man would find that appealing in a slave girl? Remember your manners. Don't worry, I'll let you eat as much as you like. Though I'm afraid from the looks of you, you're going to have quite a bellyache if you keep eating the way you're going." Laura knew she was right. Her shrunken belly wasn't used to this much food. Forcing herself to slow down, she chewed what was in her mouth and took a long drink of the fragrant hot tea. She could feel it warming her insides. She shifted a little on the soft rug where Melinda had indicated she was to sit. She hadn't been surprised not to be permitted on the furniture. Indeed, she would have been surprised if she had been. Sir and Madam had never allowed her to sit in their presence, though she was permitted, indeed required, to kneel, sometimes upright, sometimes with her head touching the floor, her ass lewdly displayed for them to whip or cane until she fell out of position, crying and begging for them to stop. Melinda on the other hand, not only permitted her to sit comfortably on the rug, but had given her a feast on top of it. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad here. Being Number Six was definitely a step up, she thought, glancing at the very 14


handsome Jared, who stood nearby, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes on the floor. "As I was saying," Melinda said, "I want to observe and heighten your capacity for sexual pleasure. My job is to teach you to respond to the slightest sexual invitation of your future owner. Be it man or woman, whoever makes that final purchase will expect you to be highly sexual, skilled not only at giving pleasure but at receiving it. Any decent call girl can give a man pleasure, but it's a different skill altogether to truly give of yourself. To allow yourself to be used, to receive with grace and passion. "I believe this receptivity can be taught, though some students have more natural aptitude than others. You, my dear, are a born slut waiting to be used. A caterpillar cocooned in your own limited experience, waiting to be given your wings. But remember, pleasure is earned. Are you ready to earn it—to suffer in order to exalt?" Laura, not really sure what Melinda was saying, but feeling wonderfully full of hot tea and warm scones, nodded, offering a muffled, "Yes, Mistress."

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CHAPTER TWO Jared took Laura to her new room. It was small, but much nicer than the virtual cell she'd been confined to at Sir and Madam's place. There was a pillow and clean sheets on the bed, a brightly colored throw rug over the hardwood floor. There was even a small window, though thick black bars bisected the glass at three inch intervals. The bathroom was just off the bedroom. Jared motioned for Laura to enter. He followed her into the small room, which barely had room for the shower stall, sink and toilet. Laura stared at him, wrapping her arms over her breasts. "Uh, excuse me. I can do this on my own, thanks." "Go ahead, little girl. Mistress wants me right here." Laura licked her lips nervously and glanced around the room. She needed to use the toilet but she was damned if she'd do it in front of Jared. He stood implacably, reminding her suddenly of those old wooden carvings of Native Americans in front of the cigar stores in paintings of the Old West. "Please," she ventured. "I promise to behave. What could I do anyway? Just let me use the toilet in private. I'm begging you. You don't want to have to be in here for that, surely?" "What I want is of no consequence. I exist to serve Mistress Melinda. She has given me clear instructions." Perhaps her expression moved him just a little, because his voice softened, his West Indies accent thickening as he said, "There now, little one. It's just a natural bodily function. I've 16


six little sisters and brothers back home. Just do your business and be quick about it." Taking some pity, he turned his back as Laura lowered herself miserably to the toilet. Her bowels, clenched for so long with fear, were cramping painfully, not used to the rich food she'd eaten earlier. She had no choice but to release them, her face burning with shame. As quickly as she could she finished, wiped herself and washed her hands and face. She would have loved a hot shower but didn't dare ask. They returned to the bedroom. "Lie down," he commanded, pointing toward the bed, "on your back." As Laura obeyed Jared moved toward the bureau. He took out several items and brought them over to the bed. As Laura saw what he held, she felt terror like a wave of nausea sweep over her and she tried to rise from the bed. The memory of those first days of captivity, when her arms had been bound behind her for days on end came hurtling into her consciousness. "No! Please! Don't tie me down! I promise I won't move! Please!" Jared easily pressed her back with one strong hand, ignoring her protests. He secured her legs first, wrapping leather cuffs around each slim ankle, clipping the sturdy silver chains to rings embedded in the leather and attaching them to the metal frame of the bed. He pulled the chains so her legs were forced apart, her sex displayed. Laura, knowing it was useless to protest, averted her face in humiliation. Jared next cuffed her wrists, pulling them taut so Laura's arms were forced up over her head. He secured a hand at either side of the wooden headboard, pulling a little against 17


the chains. Apparently satisfied, he stood and gazed at the naked bound girl. Laura couldn't help but notice the erection behind the tight leather pouch that was his only garment. She closed her eyes. She opened them as Jared pulled the pillow from under her head and began to shove it beneath her ass. "Lift your hips," he commanded. When Laura didn't obey he lifted her body himself, sliding the pillow under her bottom before letting her down again. The result was her pelvis was tilted at an upward angle, her pussy splayed wide open, without even a veil of pubic curls to protect it from Jared's appraising gaze. "Nice cunt," he said, smiling a dazzling white smile. Laura felt almost sick with embarrassment and fear, pulling in vain against her ankle cuffs as she tried to close her legs. Jared glanced at her face, his expression amused. "Why do you blush like that? Your body is lovely. Mistress only buys the best, you know." Laura felt panic rising. She knew she shouldn't speak but the words came tumbling from her mouth, her voice pleading. "Please, I'm not here of my own free will. They kidnapped me, they've kept me for months, always naked and whipped every day. I thought this new place might be better, but it's not! I can't go through this anymore. Please, I'm begging you. Let me go." Jared sank down onto the bed next to her as she ranted, very nearly hysterical in her appeal. His blue eyes glittered in his dark handsome face as he listened to her. As she finally sputtered to a stop, her voice catching in a sob, he said softly, "Foolish, foolish girl. You do not understand your 18


situation. There is no escape. This is your life now. Accept it and be at peace. You have absolutely no choice in the matter." At the sound of the door opening, Jared rose from the bed, dropping to his knees, his head bowed. Melinda entered the room, moving toward her slave boy. She put her hand on his dark head for a moment before moving to the end of Laura's bed. "Very nice," she said, a smile curling her lips. "Such a pretty little pussy." Lightly she pulled at Laura's labia, commenting, "The lips are near-perfect, not too big, not to small. All pinks and sweet folds, delicious to tease and torture." Turning to the man still kneeling on the floor she asked, "Shall we beat her first or test her capacity for pleasure?" "As you wish, Mistress," Jared responded, his head still down. "Always," Melinda affirmed. Glancing back at the bound naked woman on the bed she said, "Get the crop. The little red one." She sat next to Laura, cupping her bare exposed pussy for a moment as Jared went to fetch the crop from the bureau. Laura squirmed, wishing she could sink into the mattress to escape the woman's hand on her spread sex. Melinda raised her eyebrows. "Number Six, you need to learn quickly that a slave has no modesty. A slave exists solely to serve. Your body is your offering. When you withhold it, or withhold the pleasure it can give your owner, you deny them what is theirs. You insult them, do you understand?" 19


"No! I don't understand!" The words slipped from Laura's lips before she could stop them. "I'm nobody's slave! I'm here against my will!" "That's irrelevant now, Number Six. You've become part of the slave market. I doubt there are many who choose that path. It is usually chosen for them. That is the way of this world, Number Six. There are those in power and those who serve. You passed the first test—surviving the deprivation and torture used in your initiation into the market. Now I will guide you sexually, increasing your value tenfold in the process. You may as well accept it. You can never be returned to the other world. Even now, though you may think otherwise, you are unfit for it. This is your life now. You will either learn to serve with grace or you will be confined to dungeons or sold off to a whorehouse where you'll rot from some disease if they don't use you to death first." Laura shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut, her fingers gripping the chains that held her wrist cuffs to the bed. "Enough talk," Melinda said. Turning to Jared, who stood patiently at the side of the bed, she ordered, "Don't be easy. She's used to beatings." As the red leather found its mark, square on Laura's hooded clit, she screamed. "Oh, come now," Melinda admonished. "Surely you can take far more than that without yowling like a dog! Where is the grace in that? Let's try again, Number Six. This time keep quiet. Otherwise I'll have him use the cane. Understand?" She placed her hand on Laura's throat, squeezing just enough to get Laura's full attention. 20


As the crop again struck tender flesh Laura breathed hard through her nose, but managed to keep her lips pressed tightly together. The thought of the cane slicing her tender pussy lips terrified her. Melinda nodded slightly toward Jared, who again smacked the spread, delicate pussy. He delivered a series of rapid staccato blows, slowly ratcheting up the intensity until Laura could no longer keep silent, her whimpers echoing each smack of leather. Melinda was watching her carefully, noting the flushed face, the sheen of sweat on her brow, the heaving chest, the fingers clenched against the chains. "Slow down," she whispered soothingly. "Breathe deeply. Learn to flow with the pain. Remember your lessons with Sir. You can do this, Number Six. You can do so much more than this." She stroked Laura's forehead, tucking her hair behind one ear. Laura jerked and cried out as Jared struck her again, harder than before. "Yes," Melinda purred, her eyes glittering with lust, her red painted lips parted as she watched Laura writhe and moan on the bed, helpless against the small square of folded leather creating such agony for the poor, bound girl. Laura knew she couldn't take another stroke. The pain was too much, the sting too fierce. Jared struck her again in another rapid series of stinging strokes. Laura felt her head suddenly grow heavy against the mattress, her fingers uncurling from the chains. Her cries died in her throat, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered shut.

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"Yes," Melissa said softly. "See what potential she has. She's done it. She's in the zone. Take her a little further, Jared, a little longer. Let's see what she can do." Jared obeyed, cropping Laura's reddened swollen pussy lips. She lay still, feeling every stroke, but no longer processing the sensation as pain. Dimly she understood she was "flying"—the term Sir had used when he forced her to cross the line during intense whipping sessions. She'd tried to understand the process when she'd been left alone, bound on her little mattress with nothing to do but think and dream. She knew the endorphins released from intense pain had something to do with it, but she didn't really know how it happened or why. She did know it was the only time during her captivity when she had felt truly at peace, her body zinging with sensation now interpreted as the deepest, most intense sort of pleasure—the almost blindingly bright side of sensual pain. Slowly Laura became aware the cropping had stopped, replaced by a warm velvety sweetness that seemed to spread pleasure like melted butter through her exhausted body. She realized Jared's crop had been replaced with his tongue, now gliding teasingly over her sex. Normally Laura would have been embarrassed by this sort of attention. While she'd been willing back in the "other world" to perform oral sex on her boyfriends, she'd always shied away from their mouths on her own sex, and none of them had pressed the issue. Now it seemed she could no longer afford the luxury of embarrassment. As Jared had rightly said, there was no place 22


for modesty for a slave. A slave ... was this truly her lot? Would she end up like Ruby, a mindless sex toy, or like Jared, an adoring, devoted slave boy with no aspiration higher than serving his mistress? She moaned as Jared's tongue moved skillfully, gliding in circles over her clit, then moving away again. Despite her fear, despite her exhaustion and her predicament, Laura's body began to respond to Jared's ministrations. His tongue wove a delicious tapestry of pleasure over her sore aching pussy, as Laura at last gave in to his perfect touch, reveling in the sensation. She felt a strong orgasm welling up through her body, threatening to sweep her away with its intensity. She wanted it! Oh, how she wanted it! Melinda was lightly stroking her breasts as Jared licked intently at her cunt. Just as she trembled on the edge of the abyss of sweet release—he stopped. Without thinking Laura blurted, "Don't stop! Please! I'm so close!" "Don't be absurd. You haven't earned the right of orgasm, Number Six. You have a ways to go before I grant you that privilege." Melinda's eyes glinted cruelly. "You're highly sexual. That's a good trait in a sex slave, once it's properly controlled. I will harness your lust, Number Six. I will teach you refinement. You will learn to serve, to please a man or a woman with skill and grace. You will learn to climax on command from the flick of a tongue or the kiss of a lash. Pleasure and pain will merge, the distinction meaningless." 23


She rose from the bed, snapping her fingers for Jared to follow. Laura was left bound and spread eagle, her pussy aching with unrequited need, frustration roiling through her as she gripped the chains of her cuffs, silently cursing her tormentors as they locked the door behind them, leaving her alone in the dark. **** "Up, up, up!" Jared's smooth, lilting voice pierced Laura's consciousness and her eyes flew open. Instinctively she pulled against her wrist and ankle cuffs, or tried to, but her limbs were numb from lack of blood flow and she found she couldn't move. Jared quickly released her cuffs, gently massaging her legs and arms until the pins and needles of rushing blood brought her limbs painfully back to life. "Time for grooming. Mistress likes her slaves shaven smooth." He led a stumbling Laura into the small bathroom and turned on the shower, filling the room with steam as he allowed Laura to sit on the toilet and pee. Instead of the leather pouch, today Jared wore short black spandex trunks that left no doubt as to his sizable package. His broad strong chest was bare. Once she was done, Jared handed her a tiny pill and a small cup of water. "What's this," she asked. "Birth control. You might not need it here, but you'll need it eventually. Mistress doesn't deal in the pregnant slave market. Laura took the little pill, putting it on her tongue. For a moment she contemplated hiding it and spitting it out later. But she had to agree with Jared—she certainly didn't want to 24


find herself pregnant on top of everything else! She swallowed the pill, barely allowing herself to consider the implications of needing birth control. As the room filled with steam, Jared said, "Mistress wants you. Wash quickly." Laura climbed into the shower stall, grateful for the hot water streaming over her face and aching limbs. She washed her hair and soaped her body. To her surprise Jared pulled the shower door open and stepped right into it with her. Jared held a razor in his hand. "Lift your arms and stand still. I don't want to cut you." "Oh! Please, I can do that." "That doesn't matter. You won't do it. You aren't permitted to handle a razor." Aware she had no choice, Laura obediently lifted her arms. Jared soaped up her armpits and gently scraped them smooth. He knelt in front of her, placing her foot on his knee. Squirting baby oil over her legs, he quickly but carefully shaved her smooth. How many other "slaves" had he practiced on before her? His large dark hands moved seductively over her calves as he inspected them with his fingertips. Apparently satisfied, he ordered, "Spread your legs and stay very still." As she blushed despite herself, Jared gently shaved the dark blonde stubble from her sex, running his fingers again and again over the pouting lips until he was satisfied she was smooth as a baby. Though her pussy lips were still tender from the beating the night before, Laura 25


couldn't help the swelling of desire as his large strong hands moved over her. Still kneeling in front of her, Jared held Laura still with one hand on her hip as he pressed his thick forefinger into her slick entrance. Her arousal from his fingers as he'd groomed her had left her ready for his touch, despite the bizarre circumstance. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as his finger moved artfully inside of her, making her tremble as he leaned forward beneath the spray of the shower, his hot mouth biting lightly at her smooth labia. His tongue slid over her clit and impulsively she grabbed his head, holding him to her as he kissed and suckled her sex, his finger moving like a cock inside of her. Quickly she edged toward orgasm, desperate now for release. All at once lips and tongue were withdrawn, the sharp bite of teeth against tender flesh causing her to cry out. She pushed at his head, breathing hard, her delicate folds still caught in his grip. "Stop! You're hurting me!" Jared let her go, grinning. He stepped out of the shower. "Hurry up. Mistress is waiting for us." Laura touched her pussy, feeling the bruised flesh, angry he'd stolen her orgasm yet again. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of reacting any more than she already had. Stepping out of the shower, she angrily grabbed the towel he was holding and dried her body. Jared, still dripping wet, stood back watching her with amusement. "You had better learn to control your face better than that, Number Six. Mistress won't tolerate that for a second." 26


Laura turned away, forcing herself to be calm, to ease her features. She could barely believe herself that she was angry at having been denied an orgasm! What was wrong with her? She had to keep her mind focused on her real goal—to get herself free! She was distracted as Jared began to brush her hair, letting it fall wetly down her back. "Mistress is waiting. Your first real lesson is about to begin."

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CHAPTER THREE Jared led Laura down a long hallway to a large red door. He knocked lightly and at Melinda's beckon entered. Gently he pushed Laura into a room large enough to accommodate a king sized canopy bed as well as two bureaus, a wardrobe and four plump chairs upholstered in dark crimson velvet set in a semicircle around a raised platform. On the platform there was a recliner of sorts, made from thick straps of rubber wrapped around an aluminum frame, with various belts and chains hanging from its sides. Melinda stood near the platform, dressed this morning in a flowing robe of bright yellow silk, its color soft against her rosy olivetoned skin and dark lustrous hair. Her silver-gray eyes were rimmed with a cobalt blue liner that lent her face the air of an ancient Egyptian princess. "Put her on the dais." At Melinda's command Jared turned to Laura and easily lifted her into his strong arms. Before she realized what was happening, he had set her on the recliner, pulling her arms behind it and quickly snapping them into waiting cuffs. He did the same with her ankles. He cranked a lever on the side of the chair that forced her thighs to spread wide. It all happened so fast Laura barely had time to process what he had done. Melinda had settled herself in a chair, scooting it a little closer to the dais so her face was level with Laura's freshly shaven cunt. A black rubber whip rested lightly on her knee. 28


As Laura felt the blood of shame pulse through her cheeks, neck and chest Melinda said, "See how she blushes, Jared. She still labors under the idea her body belongs to her. She still thinks modesty has a place in her new life as a sex slave. "Open your eyes, Number Six." Melinda's command was sharp. Reluctantly Laura obeyed. "The next step in your training is to help you over this absurd modesty. The best way I can think of is to desensitize you. Your final owner may want you nude at all times. He or she will also expect you to display any part of your body without the slightest resistance or reserve, no matter the circumstance. "While you are here you will begin each morning spread open like this for my viewing pleasure. You will learn that cunt isn't yours. It's mine, and if I want to look at it," she leaned even closer, her face now mere inches from Laura's sex, "or touch it," with her index finger she stroked Laura's sensitive outer pussy lips, "or whip it, I will." Melinda struck Laura's spread pussy, the rubber tresses stinging her clit and inner labia as Laura screamed with surprise and pain. Melinda laughed softly, her eyes bright with pleasure, her nipples straining against the yellow silk of her robe. Again the rubber tresses found their mark as Laura jerked and strained in her bonds. "Please! You're hurting me," she gasped. "Of course I'm hurting you, stupid girl. I want to hurt you. Didn't they beat you regularly during your first training level? Didn't you learn to long for it? To crave it? To beg for it? You showed us last night just how easily you could transcend the pain. When I'm done with you, it will be effortless." 29


Laura had indeed come to crave the lash during her first captivity, to yearn for the sweet release when she entered submissive headspace, freed from her forced bondage, her spirit soaring over the captive, naked girl writhing beneath the whip, the cane, the crop, Sir's hard hand ... Though her mind couldn't wrap itself around the concept of a sensual submissive trance, her body understood thoroughly and responded to Melinda's reminder. Melinda whipped Laura's spread pussy, the fine rubber strands marking flesh still tender from the night before. Laura gasped with pain as the whip caught her in a rain of stinging sensation. Yet at the same time Laura felt her nipples tingle and tighten, her pussy swell with longing for the pain to ease itself into pleasure. She had learned with Sir the pain had to double and triple, to become nearly unbearable before the change would be wrought that allowed her to slip into that trancelike state. She almost welcomed the stinging kiss of the rubber tresses, unable to close her legs, unable to move at all. Her breathing came ragged and sharp in her throat, her cunt on fire as she began to cry, "No, no, no! No, I can't, I can't, I ... oh ... I..." Then it happened. Away she glided, the stinging turned to pure sensation as her eyes closed, her cries quieted, her breathing deepened. Melinda continued to smack Laura's pussy with the whip, as, at some unspoken command from his mistress, Jared knelt next to Laura on the dais, dipping his head to her breasts. One by one he lightly caught each nipple between his teeth, pulling it taut, then releasing it, licking and suckling the 30


distending nipple, teasing the puckered flesh surrounding it with his lips and tongue as his large hands cupped and fondled her full, lush breasts. Laura sighed, unaware she'd made a sound, unaware the whip had been replaced with two fingers held together like a boy scout's pledge symbol as they rubbed in a slow, easy circle over her hot whipped pussy. Still entranced, she only knew her body was bathed in a pleasure made infinitely more intense because of the pain. This time she would come. They would let her come. They had to let her come. Please, oh please ... Laura arched toward the pleasure at her sex, still not consciously aware it was Melinda masturbating her as Jared continued to lick and lightly bite her hard, sensitive nipples. Oh ... yes ... She felt the sweet heat of orgasm spreading through her veins, moving swiftly toward her center, toward release. All at once, like a nipple pulled from a suckling babe, the heated attentions were gone. Her clit throbbed, aching from the loss of that delicious touch. Her wet nipples were suddenly cold, a draft chilling them where a moment before sweet lips had warmed them. Slowly Laura opened her eyes, the submissive trance dissipating like a fog burning away under the cold light of day. She saw Melinda standing over her, her hands on her hips, her robe partially opened so Laura could see one perfect breast, its coffee-brown nipple erect against the silk. In her state of hyper-arousal, Laura found herself attracted to the beautiful, formidable woman standing in front of her. For an 31


instant she imagined wrapping her lips around that lovely nipple, licking the hard nubbin, kissing the soft, yielding flesh. "Lust," Melinda said. "You are pure lust at this moment. You are just where I want you. What would you do now, to come, little slut?" "Anything," Laura answered throatily before she could censure herself. "And so you shall, Number Six. So you shall." **** Laura was suspended over a large black phallus hooked up to a hydraulic pumping mechanism. Her wrists were secured in thick black leather cuffs, as were her ankles and waist. The cuffs were attached to sturdy chains hung from the ceiling that could be raised and lowered by means of a pulley device. Jared stood by the pulley, ready to lower it on Melinda's command. Laura's legs were pulled up so her body was bent up in a V shape, her pussy the lowest point, hovering just over the bulbous head of the thick phallus. Melinda, dressed in a black leather vest that barely covered her ample breasts and matching black leather pants so tight they could have been painted on her long slender legs, stood imperiously in front of the naked splayed slave girl. She rubbed Laura's bare pussy with her fingers, forcing the moisture from it. Laura, teased and sexually tortured for the last week, was always left just this side of release, nearly desperate for the orgasm withheld by design. Even now, despite the discomfort 32


of being suspended from the ceiling, she was on fire with lust. Day after day, night after night, they'd subjected her to sensual torture and titillation, the goal always to bring her to the edge of a blinding, searing orgasm, the intention always to deny just that. She was left each night in a state of fierce arousal, bound to her bed, her pussy wet and aching, never satisfied. Unlike the first stage of her captivity, when she was nearly always hungry, willing to endure savage beatings for the promise of a morsel of food, now her belly was comfortably full, her meals regular and varied. She wasn't beaten, at least not for its sake. Her pussy and breasts were subjected to torment, but it was sexual in design, the pain artfully interwoven with the pleasure so Laura sometimes barely distinguished between the two, so intent was she for the orgasm they offered and then cruelly withheld. Left alone at night, bound and aching with desire, she would drift into dark erotic dreams, the mood sensual and primal, her lust at last unleashed, if only in her subconscious. When awakened in the morning by Jared, she welcomed his touch, however rough, nearly climaxing just from the cold razor's edge sliding across her labia, or his strong fingers tracing the path to ensure smooth skin for his mistress to crop and tease. Once as she sat on the toilet, wiping herself after peeing, she attempted to rub herself to a stolen, much needed climax when Jared's head was turned. A little gasp of pleasure gave her away as Jared swiveled toward her, his expression 33


knowing. He'd pulled her up from the toilet, smacking her hands away from her pussy as if she were an errant child. "Not yours," he reminded her, his voice a warning. "That's Mistress's property. Hands off." Even while he'd admonished her, he'd slid his own hand across her cunt, slipping a thick finger into her wet opening. She'd groaned with desire, her body out of control as she'd tried to hump his hand. Laughing, Jared had pulled away, smearing her own juice over her cheek. "You are nearly ready, Number Six. Mistress says so. Soon she'll let you come, but remember what she told you. For every ounce of pleasure, you pay with a pound of pain." Now as she swayed over the fat rubber cock head she wasn't thinking about paying for her pleasure. Her entire being was focused on the cock. She was at once frightened of its girth and aching for its penetration. "Lower her, Jared. She's so ripe for it she's nearly rotting." Slowly turning the pulley lever, Jared lowered the chains holding Laura's body aloft. As the head of the thick rubber shaft made contact with her sex, Laura moaned. Melinda held her hips, helping to ease the tip of the head into her spread sex as Jared continued to slowly lower her body toward the hydraulic shaft. "Oh," Laura grunted. As the head pressed into her, though it was smeared with KY jelly, Laura felt the pain of tearing skin, the cock too big for her to accommodate. Even so, she wanted it to slide into her, to fill her up, to make her come. Melinda stood just in front of her. Grabbing the back of her head, she pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth, her 34


tongue forcing Laura's teeth apart as it slid sensuously between her lips. Laura responded, kissing her back as Jared continued to lower the chains that held her, forcing the cock farther into the girl's spread cunt. Melinda rubbed her fingers against Laura's clit, mashing it between them and the hard rubber shaft. Laura moaned, powerless to move away, not wanting to. "You want it, don't you, slut?" Melinda teased, her voice low and seductive. "Yes, please, Mistress," Laura answered breathlessly, her eyes focused on the deep cleavage between Melinda's plump breasts, spilling from the vest, the nipples almost showing. The desire to bite those nipples surfaced hard in her mind. "You want to be fucked by a machine, you little whore." "Yes, please," Laura begged, dimly aware of how pathetic she must seem, but desperate for an orgasm, aching to be filled. Silently she prayed, this time they'd let her come. She didn't care what she had to do to get it. Laura had become so sensitized, so sexualized nothing else seemed to matter. "Turn it on, Jared." Jared secured the pulley and moved toward the fucking machine, flipping a switch at its base. Slowly the thick black shaft began to move upward, thrusting itself deep into Laura's passage until she screamed, pain for a moment obliterating pleasure as her vaginal muscles struggled to accommodate the huge cock. Just when she felt she would be split in two by its invasion, the shaft was withdrawn. In and out it slid, impaling and penetrating the girl in a steady, relentless thrust. As her body adjusted, she was 35


better able to handle its girth. The pain began to ease itself into more of a fullness, and again the scale tipped its balance toward pleasure. Laura felt Jared move behind her, his large hands cupping her ass, supporting her body as the rubber shaft moved inexorable inside of her. In that other world where she had been called Laura, not Number Six, the now panting, moaning girl had never orgasmed from intercourse. She had enjoyed the sensation of a man's cock moving inside her, filling her up, but it had been more the physical closeness, his body spread heavily over hers, his arms around her, his lips touching hers, that had drawn her to sexual intercourse. Now, chained, lewdly suspended, her cunt the focal point, filled almost beyond capacity by hard black rubber slick with lubricant and her own juices, Laura felt an overpowering pleasure slamming its way through her as the piston relentlessly pummeled her sex. The room was ripe with the scent of her arousal, mingled with the pungent smell of her sweat. The modesty Melinda had told her must give way had gone completely. Laura cared about one thing only at that moment. She had to come. As the shaft fucked Laura, the friction pulled at her clit with each thrust. Melinda stood just in front of her, her silvery gray eyes narrowed, the tip of her dark pink tongue showing between full red lips. "You want to come, Number Six?" Laura was nearly too far gone to process the words, but as they penetrated the fog of her lust she nodded vigorously, panting hard. "You know you'll pay a heavy price. This ounce of pleasure will cost you dearly." 36


"Come, I have to come. I don't care. Let me come." Laura nearly snarled the words, pulled low and guttural from her throat between grunts of aching need. Melinda nodded toward Jared, who brought his hand around to Laura's sopping wet pussy. His fingers pressed lightly against her clit as the mechanized cock continued its steady pump. With his other hand he pulled at her erect nipples, rolling one then the other between his thumb and forefinger. The added stimulation of these acts was all that was needed to send Laura into a spiral of blinding, screaming orgasm. It ripped through every part of her as she trembled and shuddered. She began to keen, a high pitched mewing cry, her body out of control, her mind utterly blank. She continued to jerk and shudder for several minutes after the machine had been silenced. Jared turned the handle of the pulley mechanism, lifting the girl from the thick cock, leaving her to sway in her chains, her head back, her hair a tangled mess, her naked body covered in a sheen of sweat. Moving the machine, Jared lowered the girl to the floor and unclipped her waist, wrists and ankles from the leather cuffs. He lifted the spent, naked girl into his arms and stood patiently, waiting for his mistress's next command. Laura lay limp against him, her eyes closed. "How shall we make her pay, Jared?" Melinda's voice was light, but the smile on her face was cruel. The words penetrated Laura's swoon and her heart, finally slowing from the orgasm, began to pitter patter in nervous anticipation as she awaited her decree. Melinda moved closer, her mouth near Laura's small, pretty ear. "I told you it would cost you, 37


slave girl. And I'd say that was more than an ounce of pleasure we witnessed." She laughed as Laura lay still, her eyes closed, her blood cold with fear. "Get my piercing kit, Jared. It's time for Number Six to pay."

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CHAPTER FOUR Laura clung to Jared's strong, bare chest, hiding her face against the smooth skin. She felt herself being carried out of the room where the fucking machine had wrenched the fiercest orgasm she had ever experienced from her body while Melinda stood watching. As Jared carried her down the long hall the endorphins still zinging through her system from the experience were overpowered by the terror Melinda's words had generated. Laura had always been deathly afraid of needles, even though she knew the fear was irrational. The few times she had been required to endure a blood test she'd fainted dead away. The sight of the long thin silver needle breaking her flesh, pulling drops of bright red blood into a test tube, was more than she could bear. That, at least, had been in a controlled, normal environment, where the goal had been to cause her as little discomfort as possible. Melinda, she was sure, had every intention of causing her "discomfort." Indeed, the promised payment for her pleasure was to be exacted at a terrible cost, Laura was certain. She knew begging for mercy wouldn't help. Indeed, it would probably make it worse for her, as Melinda didn't like her whining and crying, as she'd pointed out on more than one occasion. "A good sex slave knows how to suffer with grace. Your master doesn't want to hear your whines and whimpers 39


unless he's specifically commanded you to beg. If you can't stay quiet, I'll gag you, but I'd rather not have to do that. Gags are so unattractive, don't you agree, Jared?" Jared, her puppet, her slave, nodded his agreement. Laura didn't want to be gagged, and had tried very hard to stay quiet during torture sessions, none of which were as harsh as those endured during her first captivity. She felt Jared's fingers prying her hands from around his neck. She fell to a bed and at once curled into a fetal ball, though she knew she couldn't escape whatever torture Melinda had devised. "Stop this nonsense." Melinda's voice was commanding. "Get up and kneel at my feet, Number Six. Now!" Reluctantly Laura slid from the bed, kneeling in front of Melinda with her head bowed. "Palms up position," she snapped and Laura obeyed, straightening her back as she spread her knees to display her pussy, still sticky from the heavily lubricated phallus that had penetrated her. She lightly rested her hands on her knees, palms up as ordered. Her head remained bowed, her long blond hair falling over her face. "That's better," Melinda said, her tone softer. "You don't like needles, do you, Number Six?" A stupid question, Laura thought angrily, though she'd learned at last to betray nothing of her true feelings in her face. "No, Mistress," she whispered. "But wouldn't you love this fine jewelry in your perfect nipples? Think how pretty the glint of gold would look against that dusky rose." She held up a small ring box. Nestled inside 40


were two hoops of fine gold gleaming wickedly against the velvet. Turning to Jared she said, "Put her on the rack. Make certain she's secure. I wouldn't want to tear her lovely nipples." "No! God, please! Mistress, I'm begging you. Please, don't pierce me. Please!" Despite her own promise to herself not to beg, Laura found herself pleading, near tears, as Jared opened a little kit containing several long needles, shiny and sharp in their little case. Aware it would go worse for her, Laura found herself struggling against Jared, trying to kick and hit him to keep him from lifting her from the bed. The normally docile slave girl must have caught Jared by surprise because she succeeded in landing a sharp blow to his belly with her heel. Jared grunted with surprise and pain, his usually placid countenance darkening with rage. "Do what you need to subdue her," Melinda said calmly to Jared as she watched the struggle. Jared, apparently taking his mistress at her word, struck Laura hard across the face, knocking her back on the bed. As she lay stunned for a moment, he pulled her from the bed, forcing her to her feet, her wrists pulled behind her and held over-tight in his strong grip. Half-carrying her, he forced her to the wall of Melinda's large bedroom where several horizontal planks of wood had been nailed at intervals, with hooks, cuffs, leather straps and chains hanging strategically from them. Jared slammed Laura against the wall, using his body to hold hers still as he cuffed her wrists, pulling her arms straight out on either side of her shoulders. Taking a length of chain he wrapped it around Laura's throat and pulled it, 41


forcing her head back against the wall as he clipped the chain to the rack. Laura was crying, still begging Melinda not to use the needles, not to hurt her. "Gag her," Melinda ordered. Jared moved to a sideboard and removed a large red ball gag. Forcing Laura's mouth open, he shoved the ball into her mouth. Pulling her head forward by the hair, he buckled the gag into place behind her head. Melinda selected a long, sharp needle. Standing in front of Laura she said, "No one hits my slave boy, Number Six. That was a very bad mistake you made. Now the price of your pleasure has doubled. I'm going to pierce you with a thicker gauge needle than I was planning because I want to know you feel the pointed bite of steel pressing through your flesh. I want you to suffer, girl." She held up the needle, light glinting off the silver. Laura took one look and fainted dead away. **** She awoke spluttering, cold water dashed in her face. The gag, at least, had been removed. Melinda stood in front of her, her hands on her hips, her face level with Laura's. "You aren't going to get out of this by fainting. I took out the gag but it'll go back in if you make too much of a fuss. I'm going to pierce you. Accept it. Accept your lot. That's my body until I sell it to the highest bidder. If they don't want the piercings, they'll remove the jewelry. Till then, your nipples belong to me. Now I'm going to prove it to you." 42


She pulled Laura's left nipple, stretching it taut, forcing it erect. Laura saw the needle in her other hand, watching in mesmerized horror as Melinda brought its tip to the side of Laura's distended nipple. Laura felt cold and sick, her body clammy, her head spinning. Again the world tilted and blackened as she lost consciousness. Again cold water roused her, splashing in her face and down her breasts. I want to die. Never before, even when she'd been hungry, terrified and bound in a dank cellar had these words entered Laura's mind. Through all torture at the hands of her captors Laura had always kept a tiny flame of fierce hope burning inside her. She would somehow escape, somehow reclaim her life and her liberty. At that moment, bound in cruciform with that dreaded needle ready to pierce her flesh, Laura could think of no other escape than death. She closed her eyes, her body trembling as Melinda pulled hard on her nipple, poised to thrust the needle home. Blinding pain exploded at her breast as the needle was pressed through her flesh. Laura was too stunned even to scream. Her head fell forward in a blessed and welcome swoon as again she passed out. As she regained consciousness Laura slowly opened her eyes to Melinda's voice. "One more to go, Number Six. Then you'll have paid for your lust and your sins." The second nipple was pulled and teased to erection. The second needle was thrust through resisting flesh as Laura again screamed in agony before plunging back into blessed darkness. **** 43


This time when she awoke she was in her own bed. To her surprise she wasn't chained to the bed, but left to lie free on the rumpled sheets in the dark room. A sliver of moonlight shone through the bars of the single window. Her nipples throbbed with a dull pain. Gingerly she reached for them, touching the little gold hoops Melinda had threaded through the piercings. Pain flared in her breasts, but at least the ordeal was over. How she hated Melinda, the beautiful sadistic mistress. How she despised Jared, the tall, strong submissive slave who could have overpowered his mistress if he chose to do so. His indenture was voluntary, their relationship some kind of twisted love affair that left Laura sick and cold with disgust. Yet even as she condemned them in her mind, she knew love was a mysterious thing. How she'd dreamed of finding a true love of her own, but it had never happened. She had been too shut down, too frightened of men and sex to explore her own passion, if she had any. At least she used to be. She couldn't deny the newfound sensual fixation she now felt, her cunt constantly aching for the stimulation so often offered then withdrawn. Melinda had wanted to sexualize her, to make her more pleasing to her potential "owner." Well, she had succeeded with a vengeance. Laura's every waking thought the past few weeks had been of her own sexual satisfaction. She was willing, sometimes even eager, to accept the pain that was part of the price she had to pay for pleasure. Idly her fingers slid down to her sex, touching the outer labia, tracing the lines where only that morning Jared's strong 44


fingers had moved, making sure she was smooth for her morning display. Laura's fingers moved inward, gliding to her tight opening, still tender from the huge rubber cock. She pressed carefully into the tight canal, feeling the elastic clench of muscle close massage her finger before moving up to find the hard little nubbin already rising beneath its hood. Slowly she began to rub and tease herself, her hands free for the first time in recent memory. Her nipples stiffened as she stimulated herself, the gently throbbing pain easing a little as her desire heightened. The endless, constant state of arousal Melinda had induced in her had produced its desired effect. Laura found herself eager for another orgasm, despite the ordeal of the piercing, despite the recent rape with a mechanized cock. She moaned softly into the darkness, her clit swelling beneath her fingers as the pleasure mounted in her loins. Unbidden, the image of Jared slipped into her fantasies. He was naked, his cock erect as he climbed over her, ready to slip his hardness into her softness. She felt his shaft penetrate her as her fingers danced eagerly over her pussy. As her climax mounted, moving through her with a steady, sweet heat, it was Melinda's soft mouth she imagined on hers, the tongue darting between Laura's willing lips as their breasts met, tip to tip. With a cry Laura arched up, coming hard against her own hand before falling back against the bed, her heart pounding, her breath rasping in her throat. She fell back asleep, her hands cupping her tender breasts, her legs lewdly spread beneath the sheets. 45


**** It was Laura's third week with Mistress Melinda and Jared. She knew this wasn't her final destination. She was still being "trained" to serve. She'd learned to orgasm on command, her pussy constantly teased and tortured from the moment she awoke until she was permitted to fall to her bed, exhausted from constant stimulation and torture. Excepting that one night of freedom, she was loosely bound each night to her bed, her aching pussy kept out of reach. Her nipples were healing nicely, Mistress Melinda said, and Laura found she took a kind of pride in her golden rings. Jared had placed a freestanding mirror in her room at Melinda's command, and Laura spent much of her free time staring at herself in it. She marveled at how sexy her plump nipples looked with the circles of gold hanging from them. They were much more sensitive as a result of the piercings. Jared's hot tongue licking them, or Melinda's cool fingers twisting them could nearly bring her to orgasm. Though the ordeal of the piercing had been terrible, she had to admit now, she was delighted with her gold jewelry. She found herself hoping her final owner would like the rings and let her keep them. When this sort of thought drifted through her mind, she was vaguely aware the spark of hoped-for freedom was dimming, in danger of being snuffed out completely. Yet what could she do? One woman alone, caught in the web of some vast, secret slave market. How could she hope to fight a system that had caught her firmly in its grip, with no 46


foreseeable way out? At least with Melinda and Jared she knew her duty—to submit to their constant sexual degradation and pleasure with as much grace and passion as she could muster. "Our work is nearly done," Melinda announced one morning after Laura's daily ritual of exposing her bare sex to her mistress, bound and spread on the dais for her morning pussy cropping. "You have one orifice left that has not been sexualized." Turning to the ever-present Jared Melinda commanded, "Get her in position so I can properly examine that virgin asshole." Laura, so used now to being handled and displayed, nevertheless felt the old heat of a blush creeping over her cheeks and neck at the prospect of close scrutiny of her nether hole. She had no choice in the matter, though, as Jared quickly released her from the chair on the dais and repositioned her on all fours, her ass facing Melinda's inspection. "Spread your cheeks, Number Six," Melinda said matterof-factly. For a fraction of a second Laura hesitated, her face hot with shame. She knew from Melinda's tone she daren't refuse. Slowly she reached back, balancing herself with her forehead against the dais as she pulled her ass cheeks apart for her cruel mistress's inspection. She felt Melinda's fingertips run down the length of her crack and move back up again to the little puckered hole. "Clearly a virgin. We must remedy that, Jared. I've been remiss in waiting this long. Get the butt plug. Select a small one to start. We have work to do." Laura sighed, fighting with 47


herself to maintain her position. How humiliating to be forced to hold her own ass spread for the butt plug! She knew better than to try to see what was happening. Melinda's fingers returned, but instead of touching her ass, they slid down between her spread legs, finding the delicate labia of her pussy. Expertly she teased and aroused Laura until she was panting with lust. When she was on the verge of orgasm, the fingers were withdrawn, as Laura knew they would be. She had tried from time to time to fool Melinda, staying as still and quiet as she could as the mounting pleasure threatened to subsume her. In the end, her body always betrayed her, a shiver, a moan, an involuntary thrust toward the fingers or dildo being used on her—and Melinda would realize how close she was and remove the pleasure, laughing with sadistic delight at Laura's frustration. Now she felt the gooey head of a lubricated butt plug being pressed against her sphincter. She jerked a little and tried to move forward but Melinda barked, "Don't move. Keep those cheek spread! You fall out of position and I'll cane you first then put the plug in." Laura believed her and did her best to stay still as the hard rubber plug was pressed past the unwilling ring of muscle. It didn't hurt, not as much as she'd expected. Spreading her own cheeks, though humiliating, actually served to prevent the nervous clench that would have made the experience that much more uncomfortable. The plug was nearly in when suddenly it seemed to rip her open, the pain intense as the flared base was pressed home. Laura cried out, dropping her hands and scooting forward. 48


"It's in, you stupid girl! One more second and you would have been my model slave, but now you get the promised caning. Jared, do the honors. Give her twenty." Laura, her ass filled with a solid rubber plug, was caned by a slave while the mistress watched. Laura couldn't help but jerk and cry as each slice of the supple bamboo raised a long line of pure fire over both cheeks. She was flat on her belly when he was done, crying softly into the crook of her arm. **** For the rest of the week Laura was forced to wear a butt plug, a slightly larger one each day. Jared would press them home after her morning pill, shower and grooming. After a few days she could tolerate the insertion with only the slightest grimace at the end. After the insertion Jared would order her to spread her legs. With one hand pressing lightly on the plug, he would finger her pussy until she was soaked, her labia swollen, her clit hard. Unrequited as always, she would be presented to her mistress for the morning's display and torture before breakfast. She realized she'd come to enjoy the full feeling in her ass. Though it didn't substitute for the cock she'd come to dream of nightly filling her pussy, at least it did give her a sense of sensual fullness that eased some of the constant sexual frustration to which she was subjected. When alone at night she was able to grind her ass against the mattress in such a way she could orgasm from the friction, even without the use of her hands, bound each night above her head. 49


This particular morning Laura, with a rather large plug firmly lodged in her ass, was tied to the bondage chair up on the dais, her legs spread wide. Melinda sat on a plump velvet chair dressed in a flimsy negligee over her ample breasts and tiny panties that barely covered her own shaven mons. "I'm almost going to miss you, Number Six." Melinda sighed a little, her voice a little wistful. Laura didn't dare ask what Melinda meant by this—she'd learned not to ask questions, but her heart quickened with the words. Was she ready? Ready to be moved to the next level, whatever it might be? Melinda continued, "You haven't been fucked in, how long? How long since you felt a man's cock slipping into your heat?" Laura didn't answer, assuming the question was rhetorical. In fact, she couldn't recall when last a man had made love to her. Dimly she remembered that other world, when she'd had boyfriends, men who would make love to her until they each grew distant and bored, drifting away from one another usually with little regret. "Answer the question, slave! When was the last time you were penetrated by something other than a rubber dildo?" "A long time, Mistress. I don't know." "I thought so. You came to us virtually sexless. At first I despaired if you had what it took to become a sensual sex slave, one worthy of the levels of servitude to which I hope to place you. Today will be your test. Jared is going to use you. How you respond will determine your path—and don't bother to fake it, girl. I know authenticity, as does Jared. We will 50


judge your performance and reaction, and your honesty will be as important as your orgasm." Laura barely heard Melinda's lecture, her mind having stopped to wrap itself around the words, Jared is going to use you. The handsome, sexy man who had touched and caressed her day after day, teasing and arousing her, always leaving her just shy of release, was going to have sex with her! Her world, reduced for so long to only her captors, had become focused on the one man who was kind to her, even if he was only doing his mistress's bidding. She felt her spread pussy moistening with desire at the thought of finally seeing his luscious cock, finally feeling his hardness penetrate her. Unconsciously she licked her lips and Melinda laughed softly. "Show her your manhood, slave," she said imperiously to Jared. Obediently he slipped off the leather pouch that held his genitals, revealing a large, thick cock rising to its full splendor under Laura's greedy gaze. He too was shaved smooth, his heavy balls swaying gently beneath the huge erection. He moved toward Laura, kneeling in front of her so his mouth was level with her sex. She felt his hand on the butt plug, pulling at it gently as he began to lap the sensitive folds of her pussy. The pleasure was immediate and intense, his tongue sending spirals of hot sensation through her loins, meeting and colliding with the fullness in her ass as he gently moved the plug inside her. Melinda's hand on Jared's head signaled him to rise, which he did at once. He knelt forward, poised with his cock at Laura's entrance. If she could have she would have scooted 51


forward and grabbed his hips, eagerly pulling him into herself, all modesty well and truly gone as lust rose hard to the fore. She could not move, bound as she was. She could only wait, silently praying this wasn't yet another in a seemingly endless series of tortuous arousals perpetuated by Melinda, only to leave her suffering for a release never granted. No, he wasn't going to deny her, at least not yet. Laura couldn't help the sweet moan of yearning as the spongy head of Jared's erect cock slipped inside of her. He moved forward, pushing his entire length into her with one graceful movement. Laura groaned as her pussy struggled to handle the sudden fullness, but quickly the initial pain turned to searing pleasure as he began to move inside of her. In seconds Laura's body began to spasm around the hard cock thrusting inside of her. Before she knew what was happening she felt an orgasm jettison through her body, leaving her shuddering and trembling in its wake. Jared tugged lightly at her nipple rings, sending ripples of sensation through her sensitive tips as he continued to fuck her, bringing her again and again to rapid, intense orgasms until she fell back exhausted against the chair, too weak even to shudder. "Her ass," Melinda hissed. Jared, still hard as iron, withdrew his cock from Laura's sopping pussy. She felt the butt plug being eased from her ass and wondered if he would untie her and let her up. But instead of releasing her, Laura felt the head of Jared's well-lubricated cock now pressing against her asshole. It was still gaping from the plug and he easily entered the nether 52


hole with Laura, bound and spread as she was, powerless to resist. How different his flesh and blood cock felt from the hard unyielding rubber of the butt plug. As he moved sensually inside her, instead of hating it, she found the sensation deeply pleasurable. Jared's fingers at her clit completed the pleasure, sending Laura into a sensual torpor as he began to move more rapidly in and out of her. She came hard against his fingers as he thrust hard in her ass, leaving a hot stream of his seed deep inside of her. He fell forward over her, his cheek resting against her breast. She could feel the sweet beat of his heart against her belly and for one ridiculous moment imagined she loved him. Dimly she heard a sound and realized Melinda was speaking. "Congratulations, Number Five!" THE END (In Installment Three, Laura is sent to her next level of training. Used to the one-on-one torture and titillation of her prior confinements, Laura must adjust to her new status as just one of many on a slave farm. Somehow she must rise above the rest to be chosen for the next level, or remain enslaved in obscurity for the rest of her days.)

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