6 comments/ 85984 views/ 6 favorites Avalon Bound Ch. 01 By: Blue Dolphin Inspired by, and written for, my dear friend Fury. Thank you my dear. * Shannon sat on the bar stool, twiddling her glass in her hand, swirling her drink around. Thinking that again she was in for a long lonely night in this bar. Wondering if any customers would approach her tonight, allow her to earn a few dollars more to eek out her meagre existence. But this was still better than what she had suffered back in Europe, and she was now in America, the land of opportunity, or so she had heard. She heard the door close, and a man's deep voice boomed out, "Gimme a Bud bartender, pronto." She turned to look, and saw a distinguished looking man; around 50 maybe, take a stool three up from hers. She smiled at him, and moved a little, hitching her tiny skirt a little higher. The man looked at her, and let his gaze travel over her tits, and down to her legs, nodding as he did so, before smiling back at her. He sat down, and started talking sports with the bartender. Shannon sighed softly, deciding that he would not be her meal ticket for tomorrow. Again she looked into her drink, remembering, the degradation back home, and how she had determined to learn English, and come to America, to be a porn star, to be filthy rich, and never again endure the groping of dirty smelly farmers. She sensed the man was looking at her again, and turned her head, his gaze was on her legs. She turned slightly, parting them, letting him see the thin strip of her thong, covering what she hoped he desired. He looked at her, and winked, before returning to his conversation. She remembered that night so vividly, her mother out working in the nightclub, and she alone, until mother's boyfriend came home, drunk again, with his farmer friends. They were all eager to abuse her once more, as they had now been doing for weeks. And all her mother could say was, "So what, enjoy it you silly bitch, and make them pay for it." She had long suspected her mother was a prostitute, now she knew for certain. Not that it helped her at all, as they stripped her naked, and each took a turn fucking her, in any hole that was available, she was used to that by now, but this night it was different. She had gone to lie on her little cot, thinking it was over, when she heard them whispering outside her room. Suddenly they were inside, and carrying her into the yard, where they dumped her on the floor. They started to call her names, Bitch, Cunt, Whore, as they all got out their cocks, and jerked off over her. She cringed in fear, begging them to stop, but to no avail. They each came on her, shooting their filthy come onto her body, and then, as one, they had all pissed on her, washing her they said, cleaning the dirty little fucker. That was the last straw for Shannon, although she was not called that name then, she decided to learn English, and go to America. She had no idea how she would get there, but she would, she was sure that she would. A slight cough brought her back to her senses, it was the man sitting near her, and he smiled again, and then winked at her, as he got off his stool. She watched as he walked to the door leading to the restrooms. He stopped, looking back at her, and motioning her to follow him. Now she felt better, she had a trick at last, and walked quickly to the doorway, and through it into the passage. There was no sign of him, so she opened the door to the men's room, and looked inside, one f the cubicle doors was open. She moved closer, looking to see if he was there, and he was. He stood there, legs apart, his trousers round his ankles, a big fat cock, flapping about waiting for her. "Suck it whore." He said to her, but she shook her head, rubbing her fingers together, signifying she wanted money. She watched him take a ten from his wallet, and hand it to her. Opening her bag, she took out a condom. "NO, no fucking condom, I want to feel you on me." Shannon shook her head, and to her surprise, he took a 20 from his wallet, stuffing it into her bag. She didn't really want to do this, but she needed the money, the rent was due in 5 days. Rent that she did not have, and she knew that the big black guy, who owned the tiny room, would fuck her, beat her up and throw her out if she did not pay. She sighed, resigning herself to her fate, and got on her knees, grasping his cock and rubbing it up and down. She opened her mouth, and started sucking the head, when she felt him pulling her hair, lifting up her head. "Suck my balls bitch, earn your fucking money OK?" She did as he ordered, but kept stroking, wanting to get this John off as soon as possible. She moved back to his cock, deep-throating him, and sucking hard, her head bobbing faster and faster. She heard him growl, as he tensed, and his hot sticky cum spurted into her mouth. She swallowed, sucked, and licked her lips, just wanting to be free of him. As she went to leave he stopped her, hissing at her "Be here tomorrow night bitch OK?" Shannon was there again, the next evening, waiting for this mysterious man. The $30 had come in very handy, allowing her to eat properly for once. As she waited, her mind again drifted back to Europe. Her decision made, she had spoken with her mother, about working with her in the club. Shannon's mother said "No" at first, until she heard the reason, to get enough money to go to America. She was happy with that, and Shannon proved to be a very popular girl at the club. Indeed, she was amazed at just how many men took delight in fucking both mother and daughter on the same night, in the same bed. She made money quickly, and was no longer at home in the evenings to be abused. Although she did admit to herself, and could not understand why, she occasionally missed the abuse. The feeling of being used, of being a fucktoy for whoever wanted her. She did save money though, her only extravagance being American porn videos. Which she used to help with her English lessons, learning all the right words as she saw it. Words like cock, cunt, dildo, motherfucker and many others. It took just over a year for her to earn what she needed, and she booked a vacation to Mexico, as close to the US border as she could get. She had formulated a plan, on how to enter the US, and had hoped that it would work. She was miles away, deep in thought, when she heard his voice again, feeling his hot breath on her face, as he whispered to her. "Tonight little bitch, we fuck, and remember, NO fucking condom. Now follow me outside to my car, it is in the parking garage next door." She followed him, out into the darkness and into the garage, He led her to a Mercedes, parked on its own, away from all other vehicles. She went to open the door, but his stern voice stopped her. "No bitch, not inside, not yet, uncover your cunt, and lean over the hood, with your legs spread. She made the money sign again, and to her amazement, he handed her a fifty. Quickly she slipped off her thong, stuffing it into her little bag, and leaned over the car. She felt his hands, which were surprisingly smooth separating her cheeks, and then grunted, as he rammed his big cock in hard. She moaned at him in fake pleasure, and he slapped her ass, hissing at her. "Don't moan if you don't mean it whore, this is a fuck, not a fucking movie, now squeeze my cock with your cunt." She did as she was told, and he started fucking her, driving his big dick in hard, she didn't make a sound, just accepted it, and waited for him to come. Feeling his cock swell up, just before he filled her with his seed. He pulled out, and then pushed her to her knees, to clean his cock. Shannon knew that she should have felt degraded, but didn't, it had made her very wet, and she knew full well that she would masturbate as soon as he was gone, for the relief. After cleaning him, and wiping herself on a tissue, she stood, looking at him, fully expecting to hear the "same again tomorrow bitch" comment. But he surprised her, his voice now softer ." What is your name child?" "Shannon" she replied "Surely you meant to say "Shannon Sir" didn't you Shannon" She understood quickly "Yes Sir my name is Shannon Sir." "That is better, now then Shannon, I will pick you up here at noon tomorrow, and we shall go to a motel. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir, I will be here at noon Sir, and Thank You Sir" She walked away from him, back towards the bar, not quite sure what was happening, but, very excited, wondering if this might be her chance. Her one big chance to at last to escape from the rat race. At five minutes before noon on the next morning, Shannon waited outside the parking garage. Hoping against hope that this man, with the soft hands, would deliver her from her misery. She thought once again about how she had arrived here, in this place. As soon as she was in her room in the resort in Mexico, she wrapped everything relating to herself in a bag, her passport, tickets, insurance documents, anything at all with her name on. She had then taken a cab to the bus station, where she dropped the bag in a trashcan, before boarding a bus to Tijuana. She hung around the truck stops, letting the truckers fuck her, do anything to her, trying to get one to smuggle her into the US. Eventually striking gold, with Melvin, who loved to fuck her in the ass while wearing just cowboy boots and a Stetson. Foolishly he believed her, when she said she loved him, and wanted be with him forever. When they stopped for food in LA, and Melvin went to the men's room, Shannon was gone. And now, 3 months later, here she was, still in LA, and almost destitute. As she sighed quietly to herself, a Mercedes stopped, and Sir opened the rear door from inside, calling her to enter. The first thing to surprise Shannon, was the chauffeur, it was woman, dressed entirely in leather as far as she could see. The man started to talk to her, asking where she was from. Shannon was a little reticent at first, but he persisted, telling her that she was quite safe; he was not going to get her into trouble, or anything like that. So she admitted that she was from Europe, and an illegal immigrant, but nothing more. When they arrived at the motel, the car stopped outside a cabin, and the chauffeur let them both in, not only that she followed them inside. Shannon stood by the bed, looking at him, unsure what was going on, he spoke softly to her. "Now that we know your name Shannon, I am Sir, and this lady is Mistress. You will always refer to us by those names, and no other, do you understand me?" Shannon nodded her agreement. "Get undressed, and lie on the bed." Shannon did as she was ordered, and could not help but notice that Mistress also was taking off her clothes, stripping down to a corset and stockings, and putting on some high heeled boots, thigh length ones. When Shannon was naked, she nervously lay on the bed, and Sir spoke again to her. "Consider this a test Shannon, an initiation, if you fail, you will never see us again, but if you pass, well you shall see." Mistress handed Sir some cord, and he tied Shannon to the legs of the bed by her wrists. Shannon had been tied up before, especially when with her mother and other men, yet, she was still filled with trepidation. Especially when Mistress started to don a strap on, and a big one at that. Mistress climbed on the bed, straddling Shannon's chest, and holding one tit at a time, rubbed her cunt on them. Shannon gasped in shock, but was soon silenced when Mistress moved higher up the bed, and ordered her to suck the big cock. Knowing that she was going to be well paid, she did so, sucking as if it were a real one. Meanwhile she felt Sir between her legs, licking her pussy, opening it, and licking inside her lips. She sucked harder, as she became aroused, feeling one, two, and then three fingers fucking her wet cunt. She heard him speak again, his voice harsher. "Now, fuck the little bitch now." The plastic cock was removed from her mouth, and then rammed into her by this leather-clad person, who as yet had said not a word. She started to fuck Shannon hard, lifting her legs, and scratching her long nails on Shannon's ass cheeks. Shannon screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure, not pain. She heard something at the side of the bed, and turning to look she saw Sir, now naked, and jerking off that big fat cock. She could not believe the waves of pleasure that were now hitting her, and she wanted to come hard, her body trembled, and Mistress at last spoke. "Do not dare come bitch, until I says so, or suffer the consequences forever." Shannon was shocked, looking at him again, his eyes closed as he pumped furiously at his cock. All the while Mistress was pounding the plastic dick into her. Suddenly Sir cried out "Come you cunt, slave, whore, come now, ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." And he shot his load, all over Shannon's tits, that was it for her; she had to come too, crying out as the spasms took hold, screaming at Mistress to fuck her harder. Sir stepped back, and Mistress pulled out of Shannon, dropping to her knees to clean Sir's cock. Shannon lay there, exhausted, but feeling wonderful. It was a new experience for her, and she had loved it, and wanted more. When he was clean, and all was quiet again, Sir stood by the bed, speaking once more. "Now Shannon, it is time for the truth, you passed the first test, this is the final one. You must tell us everything, do not leave anything out." Shannon was scared now, really scared, but he smiled at her, patting her arm softly. For the next half hour they listened, as she opened up completely, her past, her fears, and her ambitions. When she finished there was silence, she was released, handed her clothes, and taken back to the car. As they drove back to LA, Sir handed Shannon two hundred dollar bills. They arrived at the garage, and the Chauffeur let her out, and taking hold of Shannon's hair she whispered to her. "Be here tomorrow morning, at 9am, with everything that you own." Before Shannon could reply, the car was gone, speeding away from her. At 9am the next morning, Shannon waited by the parking garage, her worldly possessions in a small bag at her feet. Hoping that her landlord, the big black guy did not see her, and figure out she was leaving. Nervously she tapped her foot, and smoked a cigarette as she waited, straining her neck, looking for the Mercedes. She was very surprised when a Lincoln Continental stopped, with blacked out windows. She waited, and saw Mistress coming around the car to her. "Good morning Mistress, isn't it a lovely day?" Shannon said to her. Mistress stood in front of her, glaring at the cigarette in Shannon's hand, and slapping it away, so that it fell to the sidewalk, then she slapped Shannon's face hard. "You just gave up smoking bitch, now get in the car." Shannon entered carrying her bag, she turned to speak, but the door was slammed shut, then she heard the doors lock. She looked out of the window, or she would have, but they were blacked out, not a speck of light entered the rear of the car. There was just a dim glow, from the light in the ceiling of the vehicle. She began to wonder then, if she had made the correct decision, but, she was there now, and it was probably too late to change her mind anyway. The car seemed to be moving very fast, and Shannon guessed that they might be on the freeway, and wondered just where she was being taken. Eventually the vehicle slowed, and stopped, Shannon picked up her bag, waiting for the door to open, and the sunshine to flood in once more. The door did open, but she soon realised that they were in an underground garage, and she was instructed to follow Mistress. They travelled up in an elevator, along a corridor, and through a doorway into a very plain room. Mistress sat on the only chair, next to the table, and started to speak. "Put your things on the table, your clothes too, all of them, Then you will go through that door, and take a shower, there is a dress in there for you to wear. I will take your clothes to the laundry, and wait for you here." Shannon saw the stern look on Mistress's face, and decided not to argue, stripping naked, and going through to the bathroom. The shower was good, she luxuriated in it, letting the hot jets of water massage her body until it tingled. When she dried herself off, she saw the plain white cotton tunic, with the blue cord for a belt. What did surprise her was that there was no underwear, but she did as required, and returned to the stark room where she had left her clothes. "Your clothing is at the laundry, and your belongings are in safe keeping, now follow me, it is time to meet Lord Avalon." Shannon followed Mistress, down the corridor again, round a bend, and up a flight of stairs. Mistress opened a pair of double doors, and said "The new recruit my Lord." Before ushering Shannon in through the doorway. Shannon looked around the room; it was magnificent, full of antique furniture, and paintings, with torches on the walls. Then she saw him, Sir, sitting on a large chair, there was a velvet cushion on the floor by his feet, and he motioned Shannon towards it. She knelt on the cushion, looking up at him, and waiting. "Welcome to Avalon Shannon, I say Shannon, but that is no longer your name, as the newest recruit in Avalon, you will henceforth be knows as morgana. Avalon is my estate, and is totally secure. Avalon is a private club that I run for my friends and acquaintances, for the fulfilment of their every pleasure. They come here at weekends mostly, to satisfy their desires, with the sex slaves that live here." Shannon gasped in horror, as her eyes widened in shock. "Yes morgana, you are here to train as a sex slave, and what is more, there is no escape for you from here. Consider morgana, there is no record of you entering the United States, you have no passport, no social security number, in short morgana, you do not exist." She was crying now, tears coursing down her face, but he took no notice. "I will tell you morgana, in the grounds of Avalon, there is a very deep lake, and this is private property, should anyone be lost in the lake, no one would know, or even care. The choice is your morgana, sink, or swim." He stopped speaking, as Mistress helped morgana, as she know was known to her feet, leading her into the next room. She stripped of morgana`s dress, and using the shackles, fastened her to a St Andrews cross in the center, of the room. "We will return for you at dusk, for your decision morgana." Shannon was left there, on the cross, she was not hanging, and her feet were on the wooden base. But her arms and legs were tethered to the cross, and she was naked, and crying. She cried not from pain, or from shame, but at her predicament, unable to fathom out how it had come to this. Here she was, almost like Leonardo Da Vinci's famous painting of "The Vitruvian Man", that she remembered so well from her schooldays, and that now adorned a million T-shirts worldwide. Art had been her subject her favorite, but in post communist Eastern Europe, she had no chance to study. There was no money for education in Shannon's home. The tears slowly eased, and gradually she calmed down, taking stock of her situation. Lord Avalon, as the man with the soft hands now called himself, had been correct. Shannon did not exist in the United States; she was not even what these Americans called a Jane Doe. Her choices were not really choices at all, basically it was accept or die. And she had no doubt that they meant every word of it, for not a single other soul in the world knew that she was there. She had been so scared when he first used the phrase "Sex slave" not really understanding what it meant, but the words sounded fearful. She started to think more clearly, realising that this was something to do with BDSM, and sexual gratification. She would be expected to be a submissive, to all who wanted her she surmised. Accepting whatever desires these people might have. Her mind automatically went back to that night of degradation, when 5 men had been jerking off over her, and then "washing away her filth" with their urine. That moment had been a watershed, the catalyst, to take her into prostitution, and fire her pornography ambitions. The strange thing was she did not now hate these men; on the contrary, they had done her a favour in a way. Just thinking about that evening was enough to bring on arousal now, that, and the way she had been abused, taking 3 cocks at a time. She squirmed slightly, as best she could on the cross, feeling the heat in her pussy, when her train of thought was suddenly interrupted. Avalon Bound Ch. 01 A low humming sound started, breaking the absolute silence of the room. She could hear music, soft notes, that sounded familiar, very familiar. Then she heard someone singing, "On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair" Now she realised what it was, Hotel California, by The Eagles, one of her favorite songs. But why she wondered? Was it a message? She had guessed that she was still in California. Or did they play music for the slaves maybe? Either way she found herself silently singing along with Don Felder, breaking into the pain and the misery that had overtaken her soul. She was waiting for the guitar break at the end, with the guitars almost duelling, when, silence. The music, and the humming had stopped. Now she knew, it was a message; the last line of the song said it all. "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave." No other sentence could so perfectly describe her situation. The hopelessness, and now she knew, the resignation to her fate. She tried to relax, closing her eyes, and waited for them to return, even dozing for a minute at a time now and then. Late in the afternoon, as she thought it might be, the room started to cool, and Shannon shivered a little, praying that someone would come to her, and release her. She waited, watching the light as it faded, knowing that dusk was approaching fast. She heard the door being unlocked, and stiffened slightly within her bonds. Mistress entered the room, followed by another man, a tall blonde man, with blue eyes, and wearing a gold tunic, very similar to what she had been given to wear after her shower, and a gold collar adorned his neck. He maintained a position behind Mistress, all the time. Mistress was wearing an outfit similar to the one she had worn in the motel, when she had fucked Shannon with the strap-on. In her hand Mistress carried something, with chain dangling from it, she moved to stand in front of the cross, and spoke. "What is your given name child?" "My given name is morgana Mistress" came the reply "And what are you morgana?" "I am a slave Mistress." "From this moment on morgana, your old name is dead, your old life is dead, now begins the life of morgana, Lord Avalon's slave. You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will accept everything that happens without question. Failure will bring punishment, and I mean punishment morgana, real punishment. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Mistress." Whispered morgana. Mistress smiled, and waved the man forward. "Release her jeremiah, and bring her to me." Mistress said, as she moved back about 6 feet. The blonde man, jeremiah, smiled softly at morgana, it was almost as if he was trying to reassure and comfort her, as he freed her from the cross. He watched her, as she rubbed her wrists, and then he took her to Mistress. Gently, he coaxed her down onto her knees. Mistress reached out her hands, moving morgana`s hair aside, and fastened a rough brown leather collar about her neck. Attaching the chain, she indicated for morgana to rise, and started to walk from the room. The blonde man walked at morgana`s side in silence, carrying her tunic. They entered another room, brightly lit, and morgana was taken to chair, and told to sit. Another slave, dressed in pale blue appeared, and started to cut morgana`s hair, she almost protested, the words choking in her throat, as she realised what was going on. Tears slowly forming, as her head was shaved, and she was made to wear her tunic once more. Mistress picked up the chain, and led morgana away, her slave staying behind in the room. Soon they were back in the presence of Lord Avalon, but morgana did not see him, her eyes being cast down to the floor, on Mistress's orders. "You please me morgana, your choice of the path of The Lifestyle gladdens my heart." She heard Lord Avalon saying. "Now you are in the initial stages of joining our family, of being one of a very select group. It will not be easy child, there will be many trials and tribulations, but I know that you will succeed. For I, Lord Avalon did choose you, did find you, a lost soul in the metropolis, seeking the salvation that only the true submissive will ever find." . She heard him whisper something to Mistress, before he continued speaking. "Your head is shaved, to show that you are a novice, and will be so for the first four weeks. And now morgana, you will go with Mistress, and, if all goes well, return here in four weeks time, for the first stage of your graduation." Remembering her place, morgana thanked Lord Avalon, and followed Mistress out of the room, still held by the lead. She was taken to another room, containing a bed, and some cupboards against the wall. Mistress released the chain, and instructed morgana to remove her tunic, and took it from her. She then pulled morgana`s arms behind her back, tying them together, and then finally, blindfolded her. "Tomorrow I will show your novices cell, but tonight? Tonight you are a gift, to two unclaimed slaves, both of whom has pleased Lord Avalon." Morgana heard the door open, and footsteps on the floor, the cold stone floor. Avalon Bound Ch. 02 "Jasper and Rufus, your Lord rewards you with a gift, yours until the dawn. There is one proviso only; the blindfold stays on for one hour. Enjoy, goodnight." The room was now silent, morgana stood there, unseeing, and trembling slightly. She had been totally unprepared for this, expecting to be shown to a bed, and left for the night. She flinched, as a hand touched her breast, moving backwards slightly. That was her first mistake, as she felt a hard slap on her ass cheek, making her cry out. Two hands now grasped her breasts, lifting them, squeezing the soft flesh, her sensitive nipples immediately reacted, popping out almost simultaneously. They were suddenly pinched and twisted, quite hard; she felt her knees tremble, as the sensation went straight down to her sex. At first she could not believe it, here she was, bound and blindfolded, being groped by God knew whom, and her pussy was starting to throb. She heard a voice, speaking in English, but with a definite French accent. "Shall we get her on the bed now" "Quiet you fool, she is blindfolded, and not to know, be silent." The second voice had been American, of that she was sure. The hands left her; she heard them move away, they were whispering, but too softly for her to hear. She felt a hand on her ankle, pushing her legs apart, and then a strap of some kind being fastened. The hand then moved her other foot, seeming to be trying to position it, before another strap was fastened around her ankle. She felt slightly off balance, almost falling, only to be stopped by two strong hands. Trying to re adjust her feet, she realised what was going on, her ankles were strapped to a bar. Gasping in surprise, she again staggered, and then was surprised to feel her arms being freed. She smiled, thinking that maybe this was going to be all right. Until her right arm was raised into the air, then her left arm also, both now strapped to something above her head. She was scared now, scared of the unknown, but at the same time, she was aroused, her pussy wet, and her lips swelling. Morgana felt a warm hand softly settle on her shaven mound, and warm breath on her ear. The hand slowly moved underneath her, the middle finger lying along her now wet slit. "What is your name ma cherie?" A voice whispered to her. "Shannon." CRACK She screamed as she felt the sting of the whip across both of her ass cheeks, quickly followed by the finger along her slip, pushing into her. Her scream died, replaced by a soft moan. "What is your name ma cherie?" "Morgana, my name is morgana." She whispered hoarsely, and the finger in her pussy started moving slowly, in and out. "Who is your Master ma cherie?" "I have no Master." CRACK Again the whip slashed across her, it hurt, and yet, she accepted it, the pleasure she was receiving from the finger outweighing the pain. Whoever it was that was fingering her, removed it, and asked again. "Who is your Master ma cherie?" "Lord Avalon?" she replied, more a question than an answer. His hand returned, and he wiggled her clit, causing her to moan even more, and then silence. Nothing, no talking, no touching, morgana was confused, and her pussy was on fire, she needed a release, and soon. Morgana felt another hand touch her, stroking the back of her thigh. This one was not soft, like the one on her pussy; it felt rough, almost as though the fingers had ridges on them. The hand moved higher, as she started to squirm, with the two soft fingers fucking her pussy slowly, and someone else now rubbing her ass cheeks. Two hands were now holding them, separating them, forcing her asshole to open a little. She gasped as a hot tongue now licked her ass, the proceeded to push at it, trying to enter her. It was too much for her, and she cried out, "Oh God, I am going to cum." Within an instant, the fingers left her pussy, and her nipple, was pulled and twisted hard, making her yelp. "No ma cherie, that is not your decision, you will wait." She bit her bottom lip, trying to control her emotions, and the waves of pleasure, that were trying desperately to escape from her tethered body. All was still for at least a minute, before the fingers returned, rubbing back and forth across her lips, making her squirm once more. One hand returned to her ass, pulling at a cheek, before a wet finger started to stroke her asshole, circling at first, and then pressing it, probing slowly. She was almost out of control, and knew that she could not hold back much longer. She felt her lips being parted again, and then simultaneously, her ass and cunt were both invaded. That was it, she could take no more, and screamed out in ecstasy, as the waves took over, shaking her body, both her cunt and asshole flexing in a magnificent orgasm of cataclysmic proportions. The hands that had been pleasuring her stopped, and moved away, silence filled the room. "Slave morgana, that is the last time you will ever orgasm here by your own volition. Any further instances will result in severe punishment. Do you understand me slave morgana?" She was confused now, the voice seemed to be coming from a PA system, and sounded like Mistress, morgana nodded, keeping her eyes lowered. A few seconds later the voice again boomed out into the room. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLAVE?" "Yes Mistress." Replied morgana, now very frightened, and wondering what would happen next. But nothing happened, for at least five minutes. Morgana could only think that she was being given time to consider what she had done, and to determine that she would not err in that way again. Her hands were released, and placed by her sides, as first the soft hand, and then the rough one, returned to their ministrations, pleasuring her once more. She thought that her arousal would have left her, after the admonishment, but this was not the case, both of her holes were slick, and wanting. Someone took hold of morgana`s right wrist, moving it outwards, and placing her hand on a hot hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, and started to tug it, it felt good, but was not a massive cock she felt, maybe 6 and a half inches, with a reasonable girth. Her left wrist was grasped, and her hand turned palm up, this was then placed under another cock, but this one was heavy, and she knew that it was big, very big indeed. She stood there, legs shackled, stroking both cocks, as two hands pleasured her. The terrible predicament that she was in, forgotten now. She was in heaven, hoping, almost begging, but knowing better, to be fucked by both cocks. "Five minutes." Boomed out Mistress's voice once more. Suddenly her hands, and her holes were empty, and she could feel the straps around her ankles being loosened. She could hear what sounded like equipment being moved, and she was pushed down onto her knees. Again, a cock was placed in each hand, but a quiet voice told her not to move. She waited, it seemed like an eternity, the room silent except for the sound of three people breathing. It was hard for her, not to stroke these two cocks, but all she could do was wait. The tranquillity was shattered, by the harsh sound of a bell ringing. Someone touched her head, peeling of the blindfold. Morgana blinked, at the harsh lights, trying to adjust her vision, and see where she was, and whom she was with. She saw the two slaves before her, with their hard cocks in her hands. She looked up at them, one a tall blond, the other, the one with the bigger cock, more squat and muscular. This is the one that guides her head to his cock, and she slowly licks around his crown, tasting him, and loving the feeling. She sucks the other one, alternating back and forth, as her pussy throbs, begging to be filled. Not a word is spoken, just heavy breathing and sucking sounds in the room. Morgana is at last enjoying herself, two hard cocks, and no one else to share with. As she sucks the blonde man, the squat one steps back, and sits on the edge of the bed, his cock proud and pointing. He motions to morgana, to come to him, and pushes her head again towards his cock, as the blond slave lifts her as a little, getting behind her. She opened her mouth, and started to take the big cock into it, rubbing the shaft with her hand as she sucks on the head. Then, taking more in, until she feels him at the back of her throat. Her hand still around the base, she cannot take all of him in. With a start, she feels a hot cock brush against her inner thigh, and then it was pressed between her pussy lips. Slowly it entered her, stretching her tight cunt, filling her. The feelings that this generated, increasing the power of her sucking. The fucking became a little faster, and harder, as she moaned on the big cock that she was pleasuring. The cock in her cunt left her, she was not sure why, but was disappointed, until she felt him pushing at her asshole, easing his head into her. Morgana had to fight to stop herself from cumming again; this was so delicious, she just wanted more and more. Gradually she accepted his cock, feeling it fill her, as she used her ass to squeeze, and hummed on the cock in her mouth. Then, once again she was disappointed, as he left her, and lifted her from the big cock. The squat slave lay back now, and intimated to morgana, that she was to ride his big cock. She was not even sure if she could take it, but had no choice, as she was pushed towards it. The blond standing in front of her, as she held her pussy open, her back to the slave on the bed, and slowly lowered onto his dick. She took it slowly, feeling her cunt stretching, it was a little painful, but the pleasure was extreme. Lower she slid, right down to the base, feeling his hips pushing up to meet her. Supporting her self on the bed, she started riding him, it was easier now, and she rode harder. Bouncing up and down on him. Desperate to come, but afraid, she steeled herself, trying to remain calm, as every nerve in her body did tingle. The blond slave lay alongside, holding up his cock, and nodding, she had no choice, and moved over to him, Again spreading her lips, the squat slave looked at her, shaking his head, and hissing. "Give him your ass slave, I will take your cunt." She changed position, moving just a little, slowly lowering her ass onto him, until he was embedded inside her. She was pushed backwards, so that she was lying on him, her ass filled, and her pussy open and waiting. Squat man, as morgana now thought of him, held his massive cock as he approached her, using his free hand to part her lips. He pushed slowly, stretching her even more than she had been already, filling her to capacity. Morgana could not believe the sensations that she was having, the pain and the pleasure, taking her to places that she had never been. Both cocks started thrusting into her, double penetration, a dream she had wondered about many times, and now here it was. Blond man was squeezing her tits, as she lay on him, squat with his hands on the bed at her side, staring at her. "Come now slave, cunt and ass, come like the horny little fuck slut that you are, you hear me, COME bitch." Morgana went out of control, screaming in pleasure at the contractions in both of her filled orifices. Coming as she had never done before. Both cocks started to hit her harder, forcing themselves upon her defenceless self. Slamming into her, as both slaves also reached orgasm, one after the other. Morgana was in paradise, to have two cocks in her was one thing, but for them both to come, one after the other was unbelievable. She lay there, panting, her heart pounding inside her chest, as the two cocks slowly slackened. Squat man left her first, just before blond man rolled her off his body, then they both made her clean up their cocks, which she did with great pleasure, feeling much more comfortable now. When she was done, she was told to go through the doorway by the bed, and clean herself up. Following the orders, she entered the room, finding a shower there, and in seconds was under the jets of hot steamy water. The bidet could wait, she decided. She enjoyed the shower immensely, it had been so long, and dried herself on a large white towel monogrammed with the word Avalon. In truth, she was enjoying the evening, being used and fucked by two fellow slaves. Indeed, she was looking forward to a lot more cock before the dawn. Still naked, except for the brown leather collar she returned to the room, and was surprised to see the two slaves sat at a table eating. "Food, at last" she cried out, "I am fucking starving." Both slaves stopped eating, staring at her in what looked like shock, then they moved quickly, fastening morgana once more to the shackles and bar. As they tightened her bonds, she saw the other, smaller table, with a plate of food and a bowl of water on it. The outer door opened, and Mistress strode in, carrying a whip, her face like thunder. She moved to stand behind morgana, hissing into her ear. "And what part of the word silence do you not understand slave?" Morgana said nothing, lowering her head as best she could to look at the floor. CRACK. She felt the whip slash across her buttocks, this one hurt, and she cried out first, before whimpering. "I am sorry Mistress, I truly am." "Sorry are we, then why do you not thank me for showing you the error of your ways slave?" CRACK Tears were running from morgana`s eyes, as she feebly said "Thank you Mistress." Mistress walked around her, to stand in front of morgana, their noses almost touching. "If you offend again bitch, then you will really feel the strength of my wrath, got it?" "Yes Mistress, I am sorry, it won't happen again." "NO, it won't morgana, ever." With that, she forced the whip handle into morgana`s cunt, and said to the slaves. "You know what to do, and make sure she behaves this time." Mistress said, dropping the lead on the floor, and slamming the door behind her. While Squat went into the bathroom, for the towel, blond released morgana, but fastened her wrists behind her back, and attached the lead to her collar. The towel was dropped on the floor, by the small coffee table, and she was pushed to her knees, and told to eat. She now felt totally humiliated, having to eat her food like an animal, a dog even. She could only slurp at her water, and try to pick pieces of vegetable and pasta up with only her mouth. She looked at the two slaves, trying to get their attention, but they ignored her. Tears were running down morgana`s cheeks, and she almost wished that she had taken the lake option, and drowned. She heard Squats gruff voice once again, s he spoke to Blond. I will say one thing for this slutty slave; she sure has a nice ass don't she? Hey slave, don't take too long eating, that ass of yours has an appointment, with my cock, as soon as I am done eating, and drinking my beer. Yup, we get beer, dogs get water." Morgana cringed, not just at the humiliation, but his cock, it was so fucking big, would her ass take it, she wondered. She had no doubt that she would soon find out. She heard Squat laugh, as he spoke to Blond, louder now she thought, making sure that she could hear him. "Hey Rufus, I wonder if that wet cunt down there has ever fucked a beer bottle?" "Maybe she has, maybe not, why don't you ask her." "Naw, I will just do it, then we shall know for certain" He said, laughing loudly afterwards, morgana cringed, "surely, they wouldn't, they couldn't, could they?" But she knew deep down inside that they could, and that they would. Squat pulled the coffee table away, leaving morgana`s mouth dripping from the water, and told her to put her face on the towel, with her ass in the air. She had learned by now that resistance was futile, and assumed the position he required, her whole body tense and fearful. She felt the wet cold neck of the bottle, as he rubbed it between her lips, and then started to push it into her cunt, she wanted to scream at them, tell them to leave her alone, but dared not even speak a word anymore. He pushed it further in, and she could feel first her lips, and then her cunt, spreading to accommodate the width. He twisted it around, and started fucking her with it, she felt stretched, but not painfully so yet, and sighed with relief, as the bottle was removed. Her relief was short-lived, as Squat turned the bottle around, holding the neck, and started to twist and force the base into her, slowly, gradually it entered her, stretching her cunt wide, as she tried to relax. Then he let go of it, stepping back, and laughing before he spoke. "See that Rufus, now that is how beer should be drunk, from a wet open cunt. Doesn't it look so fucking good hanging out of her cunt?" She saw Blond`s feet move, and felt the bottle being slowly withdrawn, "Hey man, what the fuck did you do that for, I thought it looked real cute in there." "Enough is enough jasper, give her a break, OK" "A break, naw, but I will give her a cock in her asshole." She braced herself, for the inevitable invasion that she knew was coming. She felt hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them and her hole. "That's it Rufus, hold it open, while I pour some beer in, might as well flavour both holes." He said laughing, and she felt the cold liquid on her ass, her cheeks, and running down her legs. Morgana steeled herself, and felt his cock head push against her ass. At least she had already had Blond`s cock in there today, which she hoped might help. Squat had no finesse though; he just shoved, as hard as he could. Pushing his fat cock into her. She bit her lip, determined not to complain, to take whatever he did, so as not to displease Mistress. He hurt her, and she tried to relax, to let it spread her, as she knew she could. He fucked her hard, as hard as she had ever had it in the ass, the feelings of pleasure soon coming to her, as he filled and fucked her. She had no idea what Blond was doing, could not see him, as she started to moan, knowing she was going to come, and soon. Squat started to grunt, as his thrusts hardened even more, and then she felt his hot come in her ass. That was all she needed, as her cunt started to spasm again, and she gushed this time, biting her lip, determined not to make sound in the joy of the release. Once that Squat was finished, he just pushed morgana aside, leaving her in a heap on the floor. "OK, that's me done, fuck it, I am going to bed, you do what you like with the little cunt Rufus." He went to the bed, lying down and closing his eyes. Morgana looked up at Blond, wondering if now he was going to fuck her again also, and then discard her. He smiled at her, before taking her food, and lacing it on the table, moving a chair into position. Releasing her arms, he helped her to the table, and gave her a bottle of beer to have with her meal. She almost started to say thank you, but he pressed his fingers to her lips, shaking his head, and mouthing the word "Video". Morgana realised now why Mistress had been so quick entering the room earlier, she was watching everything that happened. She ate in silence, trying to look around the room for the camera, without making it too obvious. She finished the meal, and smiled again at her companion, at last, for the first time in over a day, someone had been kind to her. She felt duty bound to reward him, and placing the discarded towel at his feet, she knelt before him. Looking up at him, before taking hold of his cock, and stroking it, her other hand cradling his balls, caressing them softly. She licked the head tenderly, wetting it, letting her tongue caress him. Pressing against his soft slit, as he hardened in her grasp. This time it was for her, Shannon, not morgana, as she started to take him deeper, sucking and licking his shaft. Her pussy was feeling warm, the heat and moisture building all the time. She felt Blonde's hand in her hair twisting it in his fingers, and started to hum against his cock. Looking up, she could see his eyes were closed, and his mouth open, as his breathing grew heavier. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and smiled at her, easing her head away. He stood, sweeping everything from the table, and pointed at it. She smiled back, and sat on the edge of the table, legs spread wide, inviting him in. He moved to her, rubbing his precum on her clit, before sliding deep into her wanting sex. Avalon Bound Ch. 02 She wrapped her arms around him, her tits against his chest, as he started to fuck her. He was thrusting hard, but this was not the rough fucking of earlier, this was gentler, more meaningful. Her face was buried in his neck, kissing and sucking him, as he powered into her, feeling the waves building, she bit him, taking his neck in her teeth and pulling. He cried out, and exploded inside her. His cream filling her now flooding cunt. Locked together, rocking on the edge of the table. For the first time today, Shannon was relaxed, happy and comfortable. They did not kiss, somehow it did not seem right, knowing that they were being filmed. He lifted her, carrying, and then laying her down on the bed. He lay with her, holding her close, as they drifted off to sleep, ignoring the grunts and groans from Squat, as he slept soundly beside them. Avalon Bound Ch. 03 Through the haze of her sleep, Morgana heard a noise in the room, and slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she was not sure where she was at first, but it slowly came back to her: Avalon, a sex slave, no escape. That song was in her mind again. "Relax, said the night man, we are programmed to receive, You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave." Over and over, that single phrase played until she sat up, then it immediately stopped. There was silence for a few seconds before she heard the door open and someone enter the room; it was jeremiah, Mistress's slave. He put a finger to his lips, signalling to her and slowly shaking his head a fraction. She watched him in silence. Jeremiah picked up her tunic, and tossed it on the bed. "You need to shower novice, before your breakfast arrives. Sir Guy is expecting you within the hour; I will wait here with you. And do not tarry; Sir Guy can be very impatient with lax novices." "Sir Guy?" she thought, "Who the fuck is he, and what will he do, fuck me again, just like the rest of them?" She made her way to the shower, but she was as fast as she could possibly be. She had now realised that you did not upset these people, or you suffered immediately. Dressing after the shower, she guessed that she was probably being watched, and did not sit down to think, even though she wanted to. She needed to try and figure what was going on here, and a way out if there was one. On re-entering the room, she looked at Jeremiah, but he said nothing, just pointing to the food on the table, and gesturing for her to eat. The food was good; Ham and eggs, fresh fruit, toast and preserves. She ate ravenously, and thought of asking for coffee. Instead she settled for the water that was there, not wanting to risk even more punishment from Mistress. Morgana felt Jeremiah touch her shoulder, and then watched as he walked to the door. She followed him out into the corridor, and there, to her great surprise he spoke quietly, so quietly that she had to strain to hear him. "All of the rooms are wired, so it is only safe to speak out here. The first few days are the worst. Trust me, it gets easier after that. Do everything they tell you. Do not flinch. Just accept what they do. Whatever they ask, do it, and that way, you will survive. Once you are a slave, it is better." At the end of the corridor she could see a doorway, the door slightly ajar. When they reached it she was told to wait outside for a moment. She could hear what was going on in the room. "Greetings Sir Guy. My Mistress has commanded that I bring you the new slut Sir. She is Morgana, and awaits your pleasure outside." "Bring her in then slave, and then you are dismissed to go about your Mistress's business." He sounded very harsh to Morgana. A sense of foreboding descending upon her, but she steeled herself, determined that today there would be no tears. She was pushed roughly into the room, and heard the door close. Remembering the harsh lessons of yesterday, she fixed her eyes on a spot on the floor, and waited in silence. "What is your name slut?" "I am Morgana, Sir." "And what are you slut?" "I am the sex slave of Lord Avalon, Sir, now and forever, Sir." Again silence. She had no idea what was happening, and was afraid to look, just in case this was another test. "I see from my notes slut, that you do not exist, and there is no one to come looking for you. How appropriate that is, the perfect tool for turning into a slave I might say. Now then, I am Sir Gut, and your first week, if you survive that long, will be spent with me. Not until that week is over will you be permitted to see our facility here. You will accept, and comply with everything that I command, without exception. Do you hear me slut? 'Without exception,' I said." "Yes Sir, this slut understands You, Sir, without exception." "Very good, slut, a quick learner I see. I certainly hope so. If you thought that Avalon's bitch was tough, and handed out severe punishment, then think again, slut; she is but a mere pussycat, compared to me. I saw our two slaves enjoy you last night; quite a performance at times, I must admit. I especially liked the beer bottle, which should make the Fist easier. I hope so. I do so hate it when sluts scream too much, and have to be punished even more. The first thing, slut, that you will learn is the slave's code. You will have 30 minutes to memorise it, word for word, but not just yet; I need to examine you first. Take off your tunic, and approach my chair. You may gaze upon my face, slut." Quickly lifting the tunic over her head, she moved to stand by his chair, and looked at him. He must have been a least 60, a gaunt looking man, with thin grey hair, and crystal clear blue eyes. He looked a kindly man, but she had no doubt in her mind that he was not, not when angry. Those eyes looked as though they could cut you in half like a laser. "Bend slut, and hold your ankles with your legs spread." Humiliating though this was, Morgana had no choice. Spreading her legs, she did as ordered. Holding her ankles and trying not to look at him, she awaited her fate. "Hmmm, slut, quite a pretty little cunt that you have there, and that asshole looks delicious. I saw how it likes cock too last night. Yes, you will be fine in that department. Stand and face me now." Reaching up from his chair, he pinched both nipples hard, twisting and pulling them. It took all of Morgana`s self control not to yelp. He then parted her legs with his hand, before pinching her clit, this time she did yelp. But he just ignored it, releasing her clit, and picking up the phone. "Michael, pencil one in for tomorrow, nipple rings, not sure about her belly button yet." He handed a piece of A4 size paper, to her. "30 minutes slut, and you will know this word for word. Failure is not an option, and I will be back to test you." With that he was gone, gliding out of the door, and leaving her alone. She looked at the paper in her hand, and read the words with astonishment, thinking she had no chance to learn it in that short a time. I am a slave. I am to be forever and always beneath my Masters and Mistresses. I am to be always graceful, willing and accepting of anything that the Master or Mistress decides. I am to be punished for any reasons that they so desire. I am to show no preferences of any kind. I am merely here to serve and to be used. Over and over she read it, then closing her eyes, tried to repeat it, telling herself to stay calm, and not to panic. But panic she did, thinking of failure instead of reading it again, and again. The 30 minutes only seemed to be about 10 to Morgana, for he was back in what seemed like no time at all. Opening a cupboard, he removed a thin whippy cane, and sat once again in his chair. "Come, slut. Stand here within reach, and give me the paper. Now, turn to face the door, sideways onto me, and look only at the door." Complying with his order, she stared at the door handle, trying not to shake, and let him see the fear that was consuming her mind. The cane was in his right hand, resting on the arm of his chair, requiring only a subtle flick for it to strike Morgana`s ass cheeks. "What is the slave's code slut?" "I am a slave. I am forever." CRACK! Morgana screamed as she felt the stinging heat and pain on her cheeks. "Again, slut." She started again, her voice softer now, in absolute fear of this man, this animal beside her. " I am a slave. I am to be forever beneath." CRACK! More of the searing pain, bringing tears this time. She knew that she had to get it right, and soon. It was not going to happen though if she was weak, and crying. She had to be strong, like she had back home in the yard. "Again slut, and no more mistakes. Remember Morgana, our fish in the lake would love a nice supper tonight." She steeled herself, taking a deep breath, composing herself before she started. CRACK! "Slut, when I say again I mean now, not next fucking week, so now, AGAIN." She was so shocked at this third blow that she just reeled off the code, word perfect without even thinking about it. Her ass was stinging and burning. She had not been cut, as far as she could gather, but it stung like hell nevertheless. "You surprise me slut; normally it takes many more blows than that. So, now I shall evaluate you and your training needs. Sit on the cushion, and you may look at me when you answer." The respite made a welcome change for Morgana, and she wondered if perhaps now she would discover more about Avalon, and its purpose. She sat about five feet from him, taking care not to press too hard where the whip had caught her cheeks, and watched him. He seemed to be reading what she assumed was her file, and making little notes here and there. "One thing before we begin; Morgana be as truthful as you can, regardless of any shame or embarrassment you may feel. That will be in your best interests, very much so. Do you understand that, and why?" "Yes Sir, this slave understands." She was happy that she had given the correct answer, but not really sure if she would be that truthful. I see that your stepfather and his friends did regularly abuse you Morgana. Did you enjoy that, child, or were you filled with revulsion?" "At the time Sir I hated it, and him. I wanted to die sometimes. I felt so humiliated, so useless. All I was fit for was being used, Sir." "And now, how do you feel about it now? Do you miss the abuse, and the humiliation?" She was warming to Sir Guy now, his voice, and his eyes had softened, she blushed weakly as she replied. "Yes Sir, I think that I do. I often close my eyes and remember, and it arouses me, Sir, very much." She lowered her eyes, blushing furiously at her admission to him. "That is normal, Morgana. You would be surprised. Now tell me, when these men abused you, and took you, was it one at a time, or was it more of a gangbang, cocks in every hole and your hands too?" "One at a time Sir, they would stand watching, cheering each other on." He was silent as he made notes on a pad. Who introduced you to anal sex?" "My stepfather Sir." Again she blushed. "Ah I thought so. And did he prepare you, or just fuck you in the ass when he felt the need?" "Yes Sir, he did." "That must have been painful for you. How did you cope with it?" "It was, Sir, at first, until I learned to relax, and to accept the pain, which would then ease." "Judging from your performance last evening, I would say you now enjoy ass fucking, even crave it. Is that not so, Morgana?" "Yes Sir, I do." Again he made notes, and, even though the questions and answers were now very personal, Morgana was beginning to feel at ease with Sir Guy. She wondered how long it would last though, guessing that he would have a fearful temper. "Does pain arouse you at all, and make your cunt wet, slut?" he asked sharply, disturbing her train of thought. She looked at him for a second, and then answered him, as her eyes lowered in shame. "Sometimes it does, yes, Sir, especially if I am spanked hard. That makes me beg for more, Sir." She regretted her answer straight away, but it was too late now; he knew. "Have you ever been fisted slut?" This was the first question that had genuinely shocked Morgana, and she replied, almost indignantly, "No Sir, I have not, nor do I wish it, Sir." Before Morgana realised what was happening, he was standing over her, and the cane slashed across her back, as searing pain caused her to scream. "YOU DO NOT WISH IT, BITCH? And who gave you the right to fucking wish anything, you little cunt? You are nothing bitch, you do not even exist. We own you, and we will decide your fucking wishes, not you. Do you understand me, bitch? Do you?" "Yes Sir," She answered feebly, sobbing at the pain. "I am sorry, Sir, and thank you, Sir; it won't happen again. I promise, Sir." "Too fucking right it won't happen again, and don't think for one minute that I would not toss you into the lake. That would be a serious error. If I say you will be fisted, and it will happen, then you will thank me for it. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir, it is." "Do you masturbate? Use toys to get off, Morgana?" This question surprised her, as far as she knew, all women masturbated, didn't they? "Yes Sir, but my vibe broke, and I had no money, so..." "Have you ever made love to another woman, tasted her pussy, fucked her with a strap-on, or used a double ended dildo to fuck each other?" "No Sir, I never have." She refrained from finishing the sentence with "and I do not wish to"; the lesson had been well learned by her. "Then soon you shall, Morgana. Your training plan will be drafted today, and begin tomorrow morning. The requirements will be: pain/pleasure training, the stretching of your pain threshold, obedience, the rule of the Fist, multiple penetration gangbangs, and lastly, bisexual delights. Also this afternoon, your nipples will be pierced, and the Avalon tattoo will be placed on your neck." She sat in shock, looking at him with her eyes wide in disbelief. Taking a moment to try and collect her thoughts, she paused before asking a question, hoping that he would answer, and not whip her with the cane once more. "Might this slut ask Sir, what is the Avalon tattoo?" Sir Guy said nothing for a while, just sitting there, his clear blue eyes seeming to look deep into Morgana`s mind, as she shifted uncomfortably, fearful of a beating. When he started to smile, she realised that her fears were not to be realised, and relaxed visibly. "I am lax child, in not telling you about where you are, and exactly what Avalon is. 95% of our slaves are volunteers of course; it is rare to have an abducted slave to work with. The Avalon tattoo is a calligraphic form of the letter "A", taken from the family coat of arms back in Olde England. It will be tattooed onto your neck, just below your hairline at the back, to signify our ownership of you. Believe me child, it is a much-coveted mark, and you will be proud to bear it in time." "Proud" she thought to herself, "you must be fucking joking." Avalon is an estate of a few hundred acres, here in California, the property of an aristocratic English family. Lord Avalon himself is in fact an actual Lord, but only uses the title here in Avalon. His family purchased the land in the early 19th century, building a Manor House here, and various other properties, as a place to vacation. They made a fortune in the Gold Rush of 1849, and then, with good foresight, multiplied it many times by later investing in oil. They are richer than many small countries, slut, well beyond your wildest dreams, but I digress. Lord Avalon himself finished his education in England, at Oxford, and that is where he discovered his penchant for, shall we say, the unusual. And when he returned here, to work in the family business, he became very heavily involved in the BDSM Lifestyle. Not just in California, but all over the US as well. Then a few years ago, his parents died in a plane crash, and he inherited everything. The title, the land, and the fortune also. He retired from the family business, and set about opening Avalon." Morgana sat listening. This was a world she had only ever dreamed of, and she was captivated by his story. "Avalon was to be a private club, for those that could afford it, where they could indulge their sexual tastes and fantasies, no matter how bizarre they might be. He spent millions, converting the place, and making it secure. Membership was to be, and still is, by invitation only. There is a joining fee of $1.000.000, and then, an annual subscription of $100.000. The minimum age limit for members is 30, and on site, everyone has a pseudonym. No real names are ever used. This is to protect our members, among whom are listed Senators, Congressmen, TV personalities. As you have probably realised, Avalon has the ear of Government, and we get no interference at all." "Just like back home," she thought. "Corruption and money rule." "As to the slaves, they are mostly volunteers, and are vetted 3 times, at venues across the country, before they are even permitted to see Avalon. They sign unbreakable non-disclosure contracts before they join us. A slave's minimum contract lasts for ten years, for which they are very well paid. During our monthly themed orgies, the last Saturday in the month, slaves are there for any member to use, and claim, for whatever purpose they choose. Only at the Annual Masked Ball, are the slaves allowed to refuse, and wait for someone else to choose him or her." He stopped speaking, and glanced at his watch. "Ah ha, slut, it is almost time for our lunch; but first, a little aperitif I think. Go the cupboard over there on the wall, open it, and choose something for me to use." A little confused now, she got up, and went to the cupboard, she gasped as she opened it, for hanging in the cupboard was a selection of what she thought of as small whips. "Yes, slut, this is Sir's flogger collection, so make your choice, and bring it to me." She looked at them in shock, worried that he was now going to whip her, and she had no idea why. She also had no choice, and felt the different floggers, trying to find the softest one. Eventually choosing one in purple velvet. She walked back to him slowly, eyes downcast, not wishing to incur his wrath at all. As she got closer, Morgana noticed that his pants and shorts were now around his ankles, and he was slowly stroking his hard cock. He took the flogger from her, smiling to himself. "Excellent choice slut, My new toy. Now then, get on your knees, and pleasure Sir, as he returns the compliment." She slid down onto her knees, with no idea of what he meant, as she took hold of his hard cock, and started to lick it. First around the head, and then up and down the sides, coating his cock in saliva. She felt something touch her back, making her jump a little. It felt soft though, which surprised Morgana, until she realised that he was just lightly stroking her back with the flogger. She felt it again, on her ass now, and running up her back. She started to suck on him, cradling his balls in her hand. The more she sucked, the firmer the strokes became with the flogger, and the more it turned her on. Her pussy was moistening, rapidly; she squeezed on his balls, and started to take him deeper. The flogger coming down harder now, and yet, the pain did not matter; it only increased her own arousal. The harder she sucked, the stronger the blow, the wetter she became. She could not believe the sensations, and kept on sucking at his cock, pulling on it. She felt his legs go straight out in front of him, and braced herself. She was desperate to touch herself now, to bring on her own orgasm, to match his. He exploded, filling her mouth and throat, as she gagged, then swallowed, sucking and draining him. He pushed her off his cock, and down onto her back, tossing her the flogger, and saying, "Fuck yourself with the handle slut. Make yourself come. You know you want to, bitch." Morgana grabbed at the flogger, reversing it, and driving the shaft deep inside of herself. Moaning as she fucked her own pussy wildly, knowing now that it would only take seconds, she was so aroused. She laid back, eyes closed, rubbing her clit as she fucked herself with the handle. "Please may I come, Sir? PLEASE?" "Yes, you may," he said disinterestedly, otherwise ignoring her, and picking up the phone. "Bring in lunch now Melissa, and then you can take the slut for her piercing after we have eaten." Avalon Bound Ch. 04 Morgana lay on the floor, her orgasm over, she felt satiated somewhat, and yet, also humiliated. Especially when the Melissa person entered the room, glancing down at morgana, more out of disgust than anything it seemed. Morgana averted her eyes, and removed the flogger from her sex, unsure where to place it now, she looked around. "Just drop it there on the floor slut, Melissa will see to it when she has served my lunch." He turned to Melissa, "You may put some food out for the slut, she will need all of her energy this next few days. Oh yes, and tell her to get dressed too" While the food seemed meagre to morgana, it was wholesome, and she attacked it with relish, kneeling at Sir Guy's feet, and eating off the floor. To morgana`s great surprise, he placed a glass of red wine alongside her plate, some sort of reward? She wondered. Maybe she had indeed pleased him. She certainly hoped so. When Sir Guy had finished eating, Melissa was again summoned, and morgana was ordered to accompany her. She followed Melissa to the kitchen, maintaining the silence that she knew was required, and was surprised when, inside the kitchen, Melissa started to speak to her. "What is your name child?" "I am morgana Mistress." Melissa smiled at her, before speaking softly. "I am not a Mistress morgana, I too, like you am a slave. The kitchens are one of the few places where it is safe to talk. No microphones in here, it gets far too noisy. I see that you pleased My Master, he gave you wine, you must have done well morgana, that is unusual, wine for a trainee slave." Morgana had no idea as to whether she had done well or not, she had just followed orders, or so it seemed. At last she could ask questions of someone who would not beat her, the relief that she felt was enormous. "Can I ask you something Melissa? How long they will keep me here, when can I go home?" "You can check out any time you like morgana, but don't forget the song, you can never leave." "No, no that cannot be so, they cannot keep us here against our will, what if I run away?" "Do you like dogs morgana?" "Dogs? What do you mean do I like dogs?" "Do you like large ferocious Doberman Pinschers, with razor sharp teeth, that chase after slaves who try to run away? Need I say more?" "There must be a way, surely, they cant just keep us here, as if we never existed, there must be a way of leaving, there must Melissa." "Oh there is, on very rare occasions, one of our members will purchase a slave, and take them into there homes. But it is very rare; they have to be sure of the slave, and the slaves devotion and commitment to them. That morgana, apart from the lake, is it. There is no other way out. Of course that only applies to slaves brought here by Lord Avalon, like you and I. The majority of the slaves here come by recommendation. Then they go through a long selection program. If they make it to the end, they sign a five, or ten-year contract, for which they are very well paid. And as there is nothing here to spend money on, as everything is provided, when their time to leave arrives, they are very rich people." Now morgana felt even more deflated, she knew that when, or was that if, she got through her training; it would take ages to get that close to someone. She was probably looking at years here, not months as she had hoped, but many years. She groaned inwardly, and looked at Melissa, hoping for more information on this place. Before she could speak again, Melissa did. "It is time for your piercing, follow me." They went down another of the interminable corridors that seemed to populate this place, before finally entering a white room. "This is Gudrun, who will be doing the piercing, take off your tunic, and stand here morgana." Yet again she felt lost, and afraid, being certain that she was about to feel the most awful pain in her nipples. Gudrun smiled at her, before taking hold of a toothpick, and dipping it in gentian violet to make crosshatch marks around morgana`s nipples – lines running horizontally and vertically – and explained that the marks would make a grid so she could place each piercing symmetrically. "I mark you while you stand, and now, please lie down for the piercing." Hesitantly morgana lay on the table, where Gudrun had pointed too. She was surprised though, when Melissa took hold of her hand, smiling, and nodding her head in support, letting morgana know that all would be well. Morgana watched Gudrun, as she fitted the clamp to her nipple, lining it up, and adjusting it. Then she could watch no more, and closed her eyes, fearful of the coming moments. Gudrun spoke to morgana, telling her to take a long deep breath, and then to exhale slowly. Morgana did so, and was instructed to repeat this. As she let the second breath go, she felt a sharp stinging pain, right through her nipple, then it was over, Gudrun told her to breathe slowly, and she opened her eyes. Looking down morgana could see the bar, through her nipple, with Gudrun expertly screwing on the ends. The process was quickly repeated with the other nipple, and Gudrun started to clean morgana up. Morgana was given a bag by Gudrun, with some aftercare materials in it. A bottle of liquid Provon soap, some sea salt, and shot glasses for soaking the piercing. Morgana was told to make up a salt-water solution for soaking, and then wash with the soap. Cleaning off with cotton swabs. Morgana was instructed to wash them in the shower, last thing at night. She was also given two bras, to stop the bars moving around too much. They returned in silence to the kitchen, morgana secretly pleased at the piercing, but not about to admit that fact to anyone. "You are to spend the afternoon with me morgana, resting" she heard Melissa saying to her. "Before I deliver you back to Sir Guy after dinner, I believe that he has something planned for you." "Planned? What? Even after I just got pierced, I hope you are kidding me Melissa?" "I am only following orders, he wants you there at 8pm sharp were my instructions." Now morgana was concerned, surely he wouldn't, not with her nipples so tender; he could do severe damage to her. Maybe it would just be more learning, about Avalon. She thought to herself, more in hope than anything else, but she was not confident, not at all. At 8pm. On the dot, Melissa led her back into Sir Guy's chambers, as she now heard them called. There was a strange chair in the center of the room, with what looked like raised footrests and armrests on it. She looked apprehensively at Melissa, but she had her head bowed, in her Master's presence. "Take off her tunic, and place her on the chair Melissa" As Melissa helped morgana, Sir Guy picked up the phone. "Send Jethro in now." Morgana was scared, and desperate to ask what was happening, but from past experience here, she knew better. She tried to get comfortable in the chair, with her legs spread and raised, noting the similarities to a gynaecological chair, which only increased her concern. Melissa used the attached leather straps, to secure morgana`s wrists and ankles, taking care not to do them too tight morgana thought. Hearing the door open, she looked across, as a slave entered, a black man around 30 she guessed. Sir Guy told him to remove his tunic, and morgana gasped. This guy had the biggest cock that she had ever seen, and fat! It was like a frown mans arm she thought. Sir Guy walked to stand in front of her. "This is Jethro slave, he, and Melissa are about to prepare you for your initiation into fisting. Melissa, fetch the Liquid Silk, and the large dildo." Morgana cringed, shifting in the chair, and pulling at the straps. She had seen fisting in porno movies; it didn't look that painful; the women seemed to enjoy it. But she doubted that, maybe it was all an act for the camera. Tears formed in her eyes, and slowly rolled down her cheeks. Melissa returned, with a small bottle, and a dark blue dildo, smiling at morgana, as if trying to reassure her, but not succeeding. Morgana could not stop her self, pleading to Melissa "Please, no." "Silence slave, or you will be gagged." She looked at Sir Guy through the teary mists of her eye, seeing the stern look, and realising that he was very serious. She watched as Melissa opened the bottle, and tipped some of the cold liquid out, feeling it running freely on her smooth mound. Then she felt fingers, spreading the liquid, rubbing it on her pussy lips, and then parting them. Melissa was experienced at this, that was obvious to morgana, and if she was honest, it felt good, very good. Relaxing a little now, and feeling the bars in her nipples pressing against the bra that they had allowed her to keep on, she smiled, as best she could at her new friend. "You are not supposed to be enjoying this Melissa, open the bitch up, and fuck her with the dildo, do it, now." Melissa's finger slipped inside morgana, first two, and then three, stretching and spreading her, as she smeared the lubricant inside morgana`s pussy. Three times pouring a little liquid into morgana`s open pussy, and then using her fingers inside again. Picking up the dildo, she looked at morgana, mouthing the words "it's ok" before slowly inserting the fat jelly dildo, sliding it in deep. The action stretched morgana even more, making her wince slightly, as her pussy tried to accommodate the dildo. It was not a bad feeling, but all the time, morgana was visualising Sir Guy's arm, inside of her, and fucking her. "OK, leave the dildo in her cunt now, and see to Jethro, get his cock ready to fuck her, on your knees Melissa, get him rigid." Melissa did as her Master commanded, falling to her knees, taking hold of mammoth cock before her, and licking the tip. Her fingers could not encircle his girth, and she used both hands together to stroke him, while trying to fit the head into her mouth. Feeling much more comfortable now, even though her nipples ached, morgana watched Melissa. Wondering how much of that monster cock she would take in her mouth. She was even beginning to look forward to being fucked by Jethro; she had taken some big cocks in her days as a whore back home. But never one like this, "it is fucking huge" she thought to herself. Noticing a movement to the side, she saw Sir Guy, slip off his robe, and start to stroke his own cock. He then moved to her chair, and taking hold of the dildo, started to fuck her with it, driving it into morgana as she grunted. "You like that don't you slave, being fucked with a dildo?" It made no difference to morgana what he said, she was not going to argue with him that would only bring severe pain she was sure. "Yes Sir, I do" "So slave, you will have no trouble taking Jethro and his fucking guided missile into your cunt then will you?" "No Sir, not at all." "Hmmm, maybe I will let him fuck your ass with it too then, what do you say to that slave?" Her eyes opened wide in shock, she was on the verge of crying out to him, "God no", but held herself in check, remembering how vulnerable that she was right now. "Whatever you desire Sir, so it shall be." "My oh my slave, you are a fast learner are you not? OK Jethro, its time to earn your fun, come fuck this bitch, but remember, you don't come, not till I say, and certainly not in her cunt. You hear me boy?" "Loud and clear Sir, fuck her but don't come, not a problem, not at all Sir." Sir Guy pulled the dildo free, and stepped aside, giving Jethro access to morgana`s glistening sex. She watched as he approached her, a grin upon his face, and took a sharp intake of breath. Tensing her body, in anticipation of this invasion she was about to accept, regardless of whether or not she wanted it. While he is seeing to our little fucktoy Melissa, you may pleasure me." Sir Guy was saying, as Jethro rubbed his cock on morgana`s wet slit. Easing it in between her lips. He smiled at her, a kind smile she thought, as she braced her self. She felt herself stretched, and tried to relax, as the head of his cock entered her. He was in no hurry, a fact for which she was thankful. Waiting, letting her body adjust to his fat hard dick, before easing some more into her. All the time this was happening, she could hear Melissa, sucking on her Master, and his groans of appreciation. Morgana wanted to look, but could not take her eyes of this "thing" that was starting to fuck her wet sex now. It felt good, much better than she had expected, her body relaxing, taking him in, and loving the feeling of being filled to the brim. She was enjoying it now, being fucked by this man, her cunt accepting all he had, and gripping on it. Morgana pulled at her bonds, desperately wanting to twist and pull at her nipples. Even though she knew she could not, after the piercing, but that did not stop her wanting. She could hear Sir Guy, grunting loudly now, saying that he was going to come in his bitches mouth. Morgana also wanted to come now, to explode on Jethro, to flood her cunt, and his dick. "Stop now Jethro, the slut is ready, stand back and watch, and wait for your reward." She felt him pull out, feeling empty, and needful, wanting him, the dildo, anything inside of her, filling her, and her need. Sir Guy moved back to her, as Melissa stood by her head, smiling down at her. Looking back at Sir Guy, she saw him pouring the lube, onto his hand, and his wrist. Then his fingers were opening her up, pushing inside, three of them. She took them with ease, being open and wanting. Then a fourth finger entered her, his hand fucking her cunt, in and out. She closed her eyes, not seeing as he folded his thumb into his hand, and bent his fingers over. The pain was less than she had expected, but nonetheless, it was there. She could feel his hand, moving deeper, her lips stretched taut against his wrist. Trying desperately to relax, and not to cry out, as Melissa held both of her hands. He picked up the pace, fucking her with his fist, faster, going as deep as she could. Morgana was sweating from the effort, and, to her surprise, she did not want him to stop. Conversely, she wanted more, thrusting her hips towards him as best she could. "I am going to stop soon slave, and when I do, when my fist leaves you, I want you to squirt. You will come for me, squirt all over my hand. Do you hear me, you WILL do it." "Fuck yes Sir, please Sir, and let me come, fuck me yesssss please." He pulled free, no warning, he just ripped his hand from her cunt. She was out of control, her spasms monumental, as she squirted hard, jets of her honey wine streaming forth. Covering his hand, and arm, as well as splashing onto the floor. Melissa clapped her hands in joy, laughing and telling morgana how well she had done, before a stern look silenced her. "You may release her now, and tend to her Melissa. Jethro, you did well slave, and your reward? Melissa will return the slut morgana to her room, and then accompany you to yours. She is to be your reward, to do with as you will, until the dawn." Morgana saw the look of surprise on Melissa's face, a look that quickly turned to one of pleasure. Later, alone in her room, after showering, morgana wondered how Melissa was getting on with Jethro. Very well indeed she had no doubt, feeling just the smallest pang of jealousy. Avalon Bound Ch. 05 After showering, and cleaning her nipples once again, morgana's breakfast was brought to her, by a silent male slave. She sat in pensive mood as she ate; things were not as bad as she had feared. The pain from her nipples was easing a lot; in fact, it was quite pleasurable, having them almost permanently erect now. She thought back to the previous day, and the fisting. If there was one thing that she had always shied away from, that was it, fisting. The very word itself communicated pain and discomfort. But that had not been the case, for all of Sir Guy's implied savagery, he certainly knew what he was ding when it came down to it. At 9am she was again summoned to present herself to Sir Guy, there was no sign of Melissa when morgana arrived, and she stood by his desk, remembering to look down at his feet. He was silent for a while, just looking at her she supposed, whatever it was, she knew that she must not move, or speak to him. It made no sense to incur this man's wrath, none at all. "Take off your tunic, I want you naked, to inspect you slave." The tunic, and her bra were dropped on the floor, as she waited for him to approach her. She saw his feet moving as he stood, and his hand reaching out to her. He took hold of both of her breasts, lifting them, and then he examined her nipples. "They seem to be healing very well slave, it wont be too long now before we can hang some weights on them." Flinching at his words, she realised her mistake almost immediately, as his hand flashed out, slapping her thigh hard. Biting her lip to stifle the cry of pain she so wanted to make, she looked at the red mark of his hand, spreading over her flesh. Sir Guy's hand then moved to her sex, his palm rubbing against her mound. She had not shaved since arriving, and the hair was now growing again. She guessed that this too was probably a wrong doing, but how could she shave, with no razor in her room she wondered? He retreated to sit at his desk once more, and looked at her. "And just who told you that it was OK to let your cunt hair grow slave?" The question surprised her, not least for the terminology that Sir Guy used. "Well bitch, I asked a question, I will not wait forever, answer me, now." She looked directly at him, hoping that she would not be punished for it, but he had spoken to her. "There is nothing in my room Sir, for shaving that is. I did look, but I thought that as there was nothing to use, then I was not to do it. Sir" He said nothing; instead he picked up the phone, and punched in three numbers. "Mei Li... good, come in here, the slave has not shaved, and I need you to see to her. Also find out who is servicing her room, and why she had no shaving equipment. Whoever was responsible for this; send them to Mistress, for her warped pleasure. At least she will be happy for a few hours." He put the phone down, and they waited in silence, two minutes passed. Then another five, before the door opened. A small lady entered, she could not have been more than five feet tall, she looked oriental, but not totally so. Morgana guessed that she was probably of mixed race but she was beautiful, very beautiful. She wore a typical Chinese cheongsam, split to the hip down one side, and her jet black hair cascaded down to her waist. She was obviously not a slave, and was someone of standing within the hierarchy here, that was evident from the way she spoke to Sir as his equal. "It is done, the horny bitch is flexing her whip as we speak, the cat I believe, and God help Cyrus." She laughed lightly, as she turned her gaze to morgana. "So Guy, this is the new one then, hmm, not bad, not bad at all." She examined morgana, stroking her skin, looking for blemishes probably morgana surmised. "Come slave, to the bathroom. We wont be too long Guy, although, I may just, well you know I am sure." She smiled at him, as she led morgana away towards the door. Once in the bathroom, she told morgana to sit on the toilet seat, and to spread her legs. "What is your name slave?" "I am morgana Mistress." Mei Li just nodded at her, and started to prepare for the shave, first washing morgana, her mound, and her sex, with a delicate touch, so delicate, that morgana could not help but become a little aroused. Using the razor expertly, after lathering morgana, Mei Li removed every trace of pubic hair from her. Leaving morgana's pussy and mound as smooth as the finest silk. "Stand up slave, and wait here a moment." Morgana stood, and watched in complete surprise, as Mei Li reached inside her skirt, and slipped off her thong. Then, hitching the skirt up to her waist, she sat on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide, and looking at morgana said to her. "You may repay my kindness now slave, eat me, and make me come." Morgana stared at Mei Li; she had never "eaten" a woman in her life, and was not sure where to start. But, she also knew what might happen if she hesitated too much, the cat, and Mistress would beckon her. Settling on her knees before Mei Li, she moved her face to the pussy before her, and started licking it, not really sure what she was supposed to do. Within seconds, a hand was pulling her hair, forcing her head back. "You are supposed to be eating me you stupid little bitch, not fucking washing me. Play my pussy like a violin, use your tongue to pluck my strings, and draw out melodies of desire. Lick it slow, tender strokes, draw figures of eight around my lips and clit with your tongue. Be fucking creative, it wont fucking bite you bitch. Now do it." She tried, tried hard, just using the tip of her tongue at first, flicking at Mei Li's lips, now all puffy and swollen, before stroking, and laying her tongue softly against this woman's sex. She could hear her moaning now, shifting on the seat as she squirmed a little. "Fuck yes, that's it slave, now suck my clit, bite it a little." Morgana was getting into it more and more now, enjoying the sweet taste, so much that she wanted to finger her own pussy, while eating this one. She resisted, concentrating on trying to give all the pleasure that she could. As she sucked on the throbbing clit, she slipped one finger between Mei Li's lips. Feeling her grip it, and started to slide it in and out slowly, as her tongue washed over the hard clitoris beneath it. A hand was pressing morgana's face closer, as the intensity of Mei Li's moans increased. "Fuck yes, that's it, now, spread my lips, and suck my cunt slave, make me fucking come." Slipping her finger out, she pulled the lips as wide as they would go, and started to suck and lick. Making her tongue rigid, she stabbed it into the open cunt before her, hearing Mei Li scream out in pleasure, as she started to spasm. Morgana pulled back, watching as Mei Li came, her body jerking, and rivulets of her orgasmic cream began to leak from her open sex. Once more she leaned forward, licking at the orgasmic juices before her, and sucking them into her throat. Mei Li lay back, wallowing in the pleasure, as morgana licked at her, slowly subsiding and regaining her normal composure. "Now you may wash and dry me, before we return to Guy's room. You are not bad little bitch, and with some more training, I think you may well become a popular addition here." Following Mei Li back onto the room, morgana was surprised to see Mistress, sitting on his desk chatting to him. Evidently Mei Li was also surprised, judging by her comment. "Hey bitch, what the fuck are you doing here? I thought you would have Cyrus begging for release by now." "Oh Cyrus," she said laughing, "he is hanging around waiting for me, in chains, and probably crapping himself by now. I decided instead, to join you in here, for some pain/pleasure training for the slut morgana, just to whet my appetite, know what I mean?" Morgana stopped dead in her tracks, "training", "Pain pleasure", her heart sinking a little, she had just known it was too good to be true. "Oh yes, do I get flog her, while you and Guy do the rest?" "Now how did we guess you would say that Mei Li? I wonder?" Sir Guy moved from his desk to a cupboard, removing a suede flogger, and handing it to Mei Li. Mistress meanwhile, slid a bar into place by morgana's feet, using the leather straps on it, and fastening them to her ankles. Knowing that she had no choice, morgana did not resist as Mistress pushed her feet apart. Next came a bar, lowered from the ceiling, and her wrists were attached to the ends. She stood there, spread-eagled, and very fearful of what was about to happen to her. Mistress then moved Sir Guy's chair, placing it in front of where morgana was, and sat down, one leg over the arm, watching morgana. She felt Sir Guy very close to her, and then his hand upon her sex, rubbing his fingers in her slit. "Mei Li will now pleasure you slut, with the flogger, at first she will just stroke your skin, and, as the pleasure builds, so will your arousal. The blows will increase, harder, stronger, as too will your wetness. She will not stop, until you are begging to come little bitch, and trust me, beg you will." He moved away, standing behind his chair, watching. Morgana's body tensed up, awaiting the shock of the first blow. Terrified at the thought that they were going to beat her, until she came. How could she come, when in pain, and being flogged," there was no way on this earth" she thought. The first "blow" was not a blow at all, just something soft, light stroking the cheeks of her ass. Cheeks that were being held tightly together now, in anticipation of severe pain. Still she did not relax, but the next blow was the same, the suede flogger being dragged lightly over her skin. Now she relaxed more, looking at Mistress and Sir, as they watched. She saw Mistress's hand move, down to her thong, pulling it aside to reveal her pink center. Again feeling the soft caress of the flogger, and incredibly, she could feel her own sex responding, to both the pleasure, and the woman before her eyes. Mistress smiled at her, and then licked her lips, before starting to lightly rub on her clit. Then came the flogger again, a little firmer now though. Not painful yet, but definitely a discernable difference. Sir Guy moved around the chair, and slipped his finger into Mistress's pussy, wiggling his hand a little. Withdrawing his finger, he moved to stand in front of morgana, and wiped her lips with the pussy juice he had just collected. As much as she did not really want to, morgana licked her lips, delighting in the taste. The flogger struck again, hard enough to make her jump, but she felt no pain, only a growing arousal. Sir Guy was again by her side, whispering in her ear. "Now you feel it don't you bitch, your cunt is wet, and you like the taste of Mistress's cunt don't you morgana?" Unable to deny this, morgana nodded her head. Another blow, much firmer now, struck her ass cheeks, and she gasped. Sir Guy slid his hand under her, fingering her a little, seeing how wet she was becoming. "See bitch, you like it don't you, the pain brings the pleasure. Each stroke of the whip delights you, makes you even wetter, makes you want more, does it not?" She could not argue with his logic, the small pain that she was feeling now was nice, and she was getting wetter all the time. She heard a buzzing noise, and looked at Mistress, who had a large black vibrator in her hand, and was playing it on her clit. Another blow, much harder, but still within her limits. She was herself completely surprised by this, and wondering to herself why she was not complaining? But morgana did not want it to stop. She wanted more. He moved away again, standing by Mistress, and pulling his now hard cock from his pants. Mistress leaned towards, her free hand grabbing at his cock, as she licked the swollen head. The next blow was really hard, but morgana was too engrossed to notice. She watched as Sir Guy got his cock sucked, and Mistress fucked herself with the dildo. Morgana was dripping now, and tremors were starting to reverberate through her body. Sir Guy took hold of Mistress's hair, and started fucking her face, before turning his head and speaking to morgana. "Do you want to come slave, to flood your little cunt eh?" Barely able to speak, morgana managed to reply "Yes Sir, this slave wants to come for you." The blows from the whip wielded by Mei Li were stronger now, hard rasping blows on her ass cheeks. But morgana did not care; she was at fever pitch almost in her sexual excitement. Sir Guy pulled away from Mistress, jerking on his cock, which he pointed at morgana's belly. "Mei Li, stick the handle in her cunt, and make her come, now. You hear me slave; you will come as Mei Li fucks you. Morgana did not care what happened now, she just needed the release, and screamed in pleasure as the whip handle parted her lips, and was pushed up inside her pussy. Sir Guy moaned as he heard the scream, and saw that she was coming, before shooting his own load all over morgana, as Mistress too moaned in orgasm. Mei Li moved on front of morgana, dropping to her knees, to clean off the now spent cock of Sir Guy, before the three of them smiled, and looked at morgana. "Release her, and let her go rest, Melissa can attend to her, and then later, she can meet some new friends." He spoke directly to morgana after she had been freed, and was rubbing her wrists, trying to ease the pain there. "Go, and rest, you will be returned here this evening, to continue your training."