5 comments/ 82469 views/ 33 favorites Victor's New Slave By: fredricka Still in a haze, Victor stood, watching, as voyeur and soon to be participant. He had never been to a human slave auction, but his friend Richard had told him about the auctions, introduced him to his own newly acquired slave and told how his life had changed; so here was Victor, waiting to see what all the excitement was about. Staring at the line of woman, watching in amazement as men walked past them, pinching their tits, having them bend over and inserting fingers in every hole and not even murmur or complaint from any of them. They came in every size and color some were timid others were quiet clearly outright bold, showing they would be a challenge to the man that chose to buy them. One man became angered by one such woman and took her from the line sat himself down on chair, pulled her struggling across his lap and spanked her, hard. Victor's penis jumped to attention. Later when the woman had been returned, much subdued to the line Victor walked up to her, placed his hand between her thighs and pushed his fingers into her cunt he was amazed that his fingers came out dripping wet. "Lick them off whore; I don't want your pussy slime on me." She lapped it up quickly licking carefully at his fingers to get it all. "You might well be mine by the end of the day, and then I will show you manners," he told her as he walked away. As he continued down the line, she kept staring at him and every time he looked back their eyes locked, from then on he just looked and watched as the other men poked and prodded. 33, the number that had been written on her naked body, it had to be fate, his lucky number! Knowing which one he would buy, he sat back down in his chair. When the bidding started it was done in a furious fashion. The auctioneer had clearly worked at the live stock sales and from his dress and manner he considered and treated women in the same way as he would any other meat for sale. Number 33 was brought to the block, "Lot 33!" At last her number was called. Victor sat up ready and waited to see who was bidding. "Gentleman, yet another fine slave and this one a rare and fine creature, one of only two red heads we have in tonight's sale." The auctioneer looked around the room to see his potential bidders, in his expert scan he caught Victors eye. Victor knew he could out bid any one in the room so he waited to see how the sale would run. "Now gentleman considering the rarity of this fine filly I must start the bidding at £2,000." The sale was on the auctioneer glanced at Victor, then from the back of the room a hand went up, "thank you sir £2500." The price climbed steadily getting to £5,000 then very quickly to £10,000 from, it rose until the bidding slowed at twelve thousand and then he made his move. "Sixteen thousand, five hundred," he shouted out over the room. Silence fell as every head turned to stare; no one overbid him. "A new bid, thank you sir, do I see any advance?" The auctioneer's eyes scanned the room, he knew the sale was made but he held the room in suspense, Victor's heart pounded as he waited for what seemed an eternity, then. "Sold!" cried the auctioneer as his gavel wrapped the block sealing both their fates. She had cost him a pretty penny, but he thought that she would be fun and maybe a challenge. Taking the short chain that had now been attached to the collar around her neck, he tossed her his jacket, she was his now and he did not want to share her with anyone, for a while anyway. With out a sound she slipped into the jacket and walked behind him, being careful not to get to close but not so far that he would pull her collar. At the tellers office he paid £16500 plus the 10% commission. She watched from the corner or her eye in awe as he counted the money out in crisp £50 notes. She just stood by with her head down staring at his feet so that she would be ready to leave when he was. When they got to his car, he unlocked the door and motioned her to get in. Now safely tucked in the car they were finally alone, he spoke to her for the first time. "Okay, we will set the ground rules, you are to do everything I ask of you, never question my choices, and you will call me Sir. Your name is now slave, and nothing more. Do you understand?" "Yes," she said as she hesitantly looked in his eyes. When she saw the eyebrow rise, she remembered "Sir". They drove for about an hour in silence, while Ravel played softly in the background. Slave felt uneasy with silence but after a while the long hours at the auction got the better of her and she fell into a deep restful sleep. As the car came to a halt she awoke and as Slave opened her eyes she watched in drowsy wonder, as a large metal gate rolled back. Victor looked over. "Have nice sleep did we? This is my home; I live here alone and it is very private and very secure." His car stopped outside a large castle that appeared to have been built centuries ago. Lights had come on as they approached the imposing building making it seem to appear as by magic out of the night. Hidden, floodlights that made forbidding and scary shadows, of the gargoyles and dragons that fringed the ramparts now illuminated the outside. Slave was impressed, her master was clearly extremely wealthy and although she felt a little afraid she was also quite proud that such a man had purchased her. Driving around to the back, the car was left in the rear court yard. They entered the castle using a door that was in the center of the L shaped building. "This is the entrance that you are to use, you are to only answer the front door, it is not yours to use, ever. Understand?" "Yes Sir," she said as they walked inside. They came into a service entrance to the kitchen; it was very bright, done in whites and stainless steel. Clearly it would be a bustle of energy with servants when he entertained. Each cupboard, with their glass fronts, showed the content of its interior. Over the stove the pots and pans hung from the ceiling, and in the corner, under the window, sat a table that would be used by the servants to either rest their feet or to dine themselves. As he led her out the door, they stepped into a hallway that was lined with old portraits. She wanted to look at each picture, but knew that she needed to follow Victor. Sometime when she was alone in this big house she would investigate, she thought. He opened the door to the dining room; she stood in wonder looking at the rich reds and gold's that lined the wall. In the center of the room stood a table made from a single mahogany plank that looked to seat at least 24; although only six high backed and ornately carved chairs were present. Even though this room was very sparsely decorated, with just the table, its sideboard, and pair of matching marble fireplaces, it needed nothing more. He then led her out a different door, into the cavernous entrance hall, across the hall was a small flight of steps that took them into the library. It was clear from the very first second that this was his room, the one in which many deals were made and broken. When Victor spoke, it startled slave. "This is the room where I do most of my work; it is here that you are always to seek me first." "Yes Sir," she said as she looked around to take in as much as possible. She was in awe as she looked at the deep leather furniture, the books that lined two walls from floor to ceiling on shelves of polished walnut, and the rich green leather topped mahogany desk, the other two walls draped and covered by curtains of rich hunter green velvet. The fire surround was of brilliant white Italian marble carved with the naked forms of goddesses perfect in both form and stature. Above the mantelpiece a fine French Louis the XIV, gold encrusted clock ticking away the seconds in perpetual perfection and above the clock a picture of naked nymphs bathing in an enchanted pool and watching over their innocents was the leering form of a satire, lustful intentions etched upon his evil face. Before the fireplace lay a polar bear skin rug whose head faced the main entrance hall. These features gave the room its manly appearance. Leaving the library, Victor brought her to the parlor. This room was brightly done, with Victorian furniture, which sat around yet another ornate fire mantle. Windows, which had the curtains been open, overlooked a beautiful garden, which had been clearly and carefully manicured. The pale greens and pinks of this room gave it a very feminine feel. This made Slave want to be dressed in a very long dress and entertain. This room led off to another round room and in the center of the room, there, on a large oriental rug stood a grand piano. Its wing up, inviting the person to play, "Do you play?" Victor asked as he noticed where her attention was drawn. "Years ago I was taught some piano, but without music, I would not be able to play anything," came her meek reply. Victor went to the cabinet and took out a piece. Set it on the piano and stepped back, almost unsure of herself, as she loved to play, she walked to the piano and sat down. When she turned the page, she leapt with joy, this was a piece she had studied and knew she could at least make it sound presentable. As her hands touched the ivory keys, the music flowed out. Years of practice had paid off and she played, as she had not done for many years. When she finished she looked at him, he smiled and said "In your spare time, you may play, there are many pieces to choose from. These stairs here," he said pointing to the staircase that looked to circle about one fourth of the wall, "go to my bathroom. You will need to know this for later." "Yes Sir, up to your bathroom. And Sir, thank you, playing piano makes me very happy," she said, her voice echoing her pleasure. They left this room through a smaller door on the side. This led to a stairway, smaller than the one in the hall. From the landing you could go either up or down, and she recognized the kitchen that was off to the side. "I want you to go up the stairs," he said. Looking for approval, she walked up the stairs and Victor followed. Reaching the first landing, he merely put his hand on her bare bottom and directed her to continue up the stairs. On the next landing, he said, "this floor contains my rooms, and you are only to enter with permission," he said as he pushed her bottom again, encouraging her to continue her trek upward. At the top of the stairs was a narrow corridor with eight doors four on either side. The décor was plain and simple and Victor opened the first door on the left "This will be your room. Here is a change of clothing," he said as he reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a red latex jacket, matching red mini skirt and red knee high boots. Tossing them on the bed, he turned to her and continued his instruction. "The bathroom is down the hall and you are to get cleaned up and dressed, I have some things I must attend to. When you are finished, come and find me." With that he turned and left her alone. Unsure of where to start, she picked up the clothing and headed out the door after him, Victor was gone and the corridor empty. Down the hall, she thought, which door could it possibly be, there are so many. As she peeked in each room she passed, she noticed that each of these rooms were for servants. They were all fitted with a bed and a dresser, nothing more. None had any sort of knick-knacks that showed occupation, and she started to believe that Victor had spoke the truth; he lived in this majestic house by himself. Finally she found the bathroom. She entered the white tiled room and sighed. "Well, at least I have found something in this mansion. Now, shower, I must be clean and then fit myself into these things that he calls clothes," She said to herself. Looking around the room she noticed a communal shower with several heads coming out. It reminded her of the gym lockers at her school. Looking at what she had to use, she found a razor and spray foam. Shaving carefully, she ensured that there was no hair on her pussy. She then washed herself carefully under the huge showerhead. When she stepped out of the shower, she found a brush and ran it though her long red hair. Slipping into the skirt, she noticed that it was a little tight, but looking at her reflection in the mirrored wall she admired the way it fit. She then picked up the jacket and slipped that on, it to fit well and when buttoned pushed her firm young breasts up and enhancing her cleavage in a most seductive way. The boots pulled on easily. Looking again at her reflection in the mirrored wall she could see why Victor had chosen this costume it was as if the clothes had been tailored just for her. And the look was wow! She thought that it made her very sexy. Glancing at her rear, she patted it gently, "I think it is time to go and knock his socks off." Picking up his jacket, she put it over her arm and headed off down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, she remembered that she had to go to the door which had three stairs that led to its entrance. When she approached the door, she wondered, do I knock or just enter. Dang, what to do, relying on past experience, she knocked, gently. No answer came, and she wondered what she should do, he said to look here first, so she carefully opened the door a little bit. It was clear that someone was in here, there was music and light from a massive TV that had been hidden behind one of the curtains and the music of a cello solo played; she recognized this to be one of J. S. Bach's. Taking a step further in the room she saw him. He was sitting on a black leather Queen Ann chair, sipping wine. On the huge TV she saw that it had the screen split into four parts, each showing a different part of the house, including the shower where she had been, her room up stairs, the adjoining hallway and the foyer that she just used to enter the library. With her eyebrow raised, she handed him his jacket. "I see you have found everything you needed. Now Slave, you can start by undressing for me. I want to see how good you look in the flesh," he said; taking the jacket from her he laid it on the adjoining chair. He sipped his wine, eyeing her intently. "Yes Sir," she said catching glances of him to see if she could discover his true nature as she slowly started to unbutton the jacket. He seemed kind enough, and his actions were seemingly true, but would he be like the master who just sold her. Have her do all sorts of acts for the pleasure of him and his guests. Victors face was unreadable, he just sat there, watching her nonchalantly, sipping wine. "Slowly Slave, we are in no hurry," he said and she started to remove the jacket from her shoulders. She watched his eyes as the jacket was slowly opened and her bare breast exposed she let the jacket fall to the floor, and she stood in front of him with only the skirt and boots on. "Very nice Slave," he said, as he sipped his wine. "That is enough for now." He said as he took another sip of wine. "Now, come closer," he beckoned. "Yes Sir," she said and stepped forward. "Come put your left foot on the arm of my chair; show me your cunt, slave." She put her left leg on the arm of the chair, spreading her legs. As he looked between her spread legs, he decided that it was not enough, "Spread you quim lips with your fingers Slave." Slave put her left leg further back and right leg further away from chair, thus taking the short mini skirt and pushing it up. Her wet pussy bald and smooth shone in the dull light as her fingers pulled her flesh apart and her nerves started to twitch under his indifferent stare. As he drank more wine, looking between her legs. He said, "Tell me why you are so wet Slave." "Sir, I am thinking about what you can do to me. I realize that it is your wish, but when I look in your eyes, I can see that you are a kind man. Now all I want is to please you." "And what do you think I am going to do to you Slave?" he asked. "You can do what ever you want to do, Sir." "You have to EARN my cock slave... now rub your clit for me." "Yes Sir," she took her finger and began to eagerly rub her wet clit, moaning with pleasure. "Slowly - and don't cum until I tell you can." Nodding, she slowed the motion down. "That's better, slave. Now tell me how it feels. As she squeezed her lips together and slid her finger in a circular motion around her clit, "It is all wet and soft, except for this little nub here," she said as she pointed to her now hardened and engorged clit, "it is hard." "Good. Now go faster, rub it harder, but you may not cum." She picked up the speed again and added a finger, using two fingers to rub harder and faster. She moaned with pleasure because of the increased sensation. "Faster- but don't cum" he said as he sipped his wine, looking with an unresponsive glance. "Sir, will you touch my tits?" she said, in a begging tone. "In due time..." he said. "Yes Sir." She whimpered in frustration, as her fingers went faster. "You must say please, if you expect me to do anything, and then I will decide if I want to. It is totally up to me." "Please Sir, my tits, they are begging for your touch," she said, pleading for his touch. "Get on the verge of cumming, but hold back," he said as he sipped his wine. "Yes Sir." "Well, at least you said please... continue rubbing your clit Slave." "Yes Sir, it feels so good," she moaned. "Now, place a finger in your quim." "I can feel it all the way through my body; that is why my tits want you to touch them. Will you please Sir?" she begged, "It would bring me higher, Pleeaaasssseee." As her thumb still fingered her clit, her finger started to penetrate her pussy, slowly, but with determination. "Put the finger in deeper now." As he watched her slide her finger deeper into her pussy. A moan escaped her lips as her finger went all the way in. Squeezing her hand together, her clit and pussy started to feel the sensation of the impending cum. "That is nice, now use two fingers." "Oh yes, I am so wet," as her second finger went in to meet the first. The way was paved in front of her as her pussy was dripping wet. Pushing her chest in his direction she hoped that he would touch it, if only for a moment. When he did, the sensation was instant. As he gently rubbed her left nipple with the back of his hand, she moaned, loudly. His knuckles barely touched them, but the sensation racked her close to orgasm. Bending forward, she hoped that he would touch more, but she was not so lucky, he continued, barely touching her nipple, moving his hand with her movements. "More... please... Sir," she begged. "You have VERY sexy firm nipples slave," he said. "They are very responsive to your touch. Sir, they crave you." "Tell me - when was the last time a man sucked these nipples." "Oh Sir, it has been so very long, not since my last master let one of his friends do that, please! do that now." He stopped, noticed the look of disappointment on her face, changed his wine glass to the other hand, and reached up with his left hand to touch her right breast. He could see in her face the pleasure as he rubbed his knuckles over her nipple; pleased with the response of her hardened nipple. "Tell me what your last master did to you," he said, still lightly rubbing her nipple, enjoying her response. "Well Sir, he did what ever he wanted to do, he would have parties and invite his friends, and then I would be the entertainment." "What else did he do to you?" "Sometimes he would tie me in the room when I did something wrong, he would tie my wrists and knees to the bed posts, which caused my ass to stick in the air and then who ever would come over would fuck my ass. I could do nothing but accept what ever they wanted to do to me," she said in a reflective manner. Victor's New Slave Ch. 02 Slave was ecstatic, never had she cum so hard or felt so happy. Her new master was kind, rich and a wonderful lover. She knew that more than anything else, she wanted to please him, and do everything that he asked of her. It was a euphoric feeling that took slave out to the room grabbing at her discarded costume, almost skipping. She took the stairs two at a time. Quickly, she was up the three flights of stairs that took her to her bedroom. This time, she knew exactly where the shower was and it seemed as if it took her no time to get in and out, taking special care to clean her still tingling smooth skin very thoroughly. Stepping out into the bathroom she dried herself with the big fluffy towel. As she was not given any instruction as to what she should wear, she decided to wear the red latex outfit again, not even thinking about the other possibilities in her wardrobe. Walking down the stairs, she wondered about Victor's bathroom; his entire house seemed to be full of erotica and she was sure that this would be no exception. Following the stairs that started in sitting room, she went up the quarter turn to the first floor. At the top of the stairs, the hallway was dimly lit, there was some light coming from the small window and the only other light source was coming from far down the hallway. This house is so big that there seems to be no shortage for doors. "Hunt and Peck" she told herself and with grim determination she decided to try each one as she passed it; it was luck that she only had to try one, or was it just that the path that he had provided her was the shortest. When she opened the door, she was met with Victor's voice. "Slave, come in and close the door. Here is a lighter; I want you to light every candle in the room." Taking the lighter from Victor, she flipped it on and began to search for the first candle. "Slave!" Victor boomed out. "Sir, what is it that you want?" slave was confused; she had thought that she was doing everything he wished. "Come here Slave" Victor said in a terse voice. Quickly, because she could hear the anger in his voice, she walked to where she knew he was. "Yes Sir." she said in a hesitant tone. She could only hope that she did not do something to bad. He pulled her down on his lap. Bending her over his knee, he lifted her skirt and slapped her still tender rear, hard. "Now Slave" slap, "When you enter my bathroom" slap, "you are to come in" slap, "without any clothes on" slap. Then from the table beside him, he took out a dildo slamming it into her now quivering wet pussy. It always amazed her at how quickly a spanking would get her wet. "Now leave, and I do not want you returning until you are dressed properly." "Yes Sir" she said as she quickly walked out the room. Once outside the door, she quickly undressed and laid her clothes beside the door. "Slave" Victor said softly, "here is a lighter, you are to light every candle in the room." "Yes Sir" she said as she took the lighter and walked over to where she had previously seen a candle. When it was lit, it offered some illumination and she was able to quickly spot the next candle. With each candle the room became brighter. Looking back to see if there was one she may have missed, slave saw the first statute. What she saw was in the small cubby was a figurine of a naked lady who was jumping over the water with a bunch of dolphins. Her body was beautiful, her legs apart as one would if they were jumping a hurdle, and directly below her the dolphins were jumping as well, blowing water out of their blow holes. She was in a position to have one of the dolphins stream right at her pussy and it looked as if she were enjoying herself. When the dildo began to slip from Slaves body she was quickly brought back to reality. Pushing the dildo back in place she searched for another candle. Lighting it, she saw the next figurine was one of a giant lady, or she was giant compared to the little men that were surrounding her. She was on here side, and her knees were bent. There was one little man that was behind her, his very extremely large cock was at the brink of her pussy, looking as if it were ready to break her in two. Another was at her face. His cock buried deep with in her mouth and a third figure was on his knees before her. Sucking her breasts as her hand was wrapped around his cock. The figurine that was next was one of a woman who was tied at the wrists and the other end to a tree. There was a man behind her pushing down on her back as his cock was in her ass. Her back arched to allow him to penetrate her ass deeply. She had tears rolling down her cheeks and he a look of triumph on his face. Slave startled when she heard Victor clear his throat behind her. Knowing that she should be lighting the candles, she tried not to look at the figurines, but it was difficult. Each one she saw was in an erotic pose, some with others, some alone, unsure if it was the dildo that was between her legs or the erotic figurines that were making her so hot. But each time she bent over or lifted to light a high candle, the dildo in her slipped. Several times she found herself pushing it back in before it slipped out. She could not remember anytime when erotica made her so hot. This caused her to hold her pussy walls tight around the dildo as she moved from candle to candle, as she was so wet that this only helped little. Along the outer wall, her attention was brought to a larger piece. This piece was more involved. Not just the figures were involved but the scenery as well. It started with a satyr as he was sneaking up upon an unsuspecting nymph who was drying herself on a rock. It was obvious that this satyr had wickedness on his mind, for the face showed nothing but lust. The next cubby had the same two characters; this time the satyr had grabbed his intended victim by the waist. Wanting to know if there were more, she took a quick glance down the way seeing the next one, they looked to be by the same sculptor, she could see the look of horror that showed on the nymphs face. This had to be a series. Quickly she went to the next candle and lit it. The detail was amazing, the nymph with a look of panic on her face, and he, the satyr, with a look of lust. The subsequent one showed the satyr with his hands holding the left breast of the nymph; however this time, the nymph's face had lost some of the horror and began to show interest. Quickly Slave lit the next candle. The satyr had moved his hand from her breast to between her legs. "Was his penis always this large she wondered?" She wondered. She wanted to look back but knew her job was to light candles. The following statue showed the nymph clearly enjoying this now, as his hands were now only on her breast and between her now spread legs. This time slave noticed that his cock had indeed grown and the expression of evil wicked lust was very strong. When the next candle was lit, Slave shifted so that she would not loose the dildo, and looked at the new statue before her. This time the satyr was about to have his way with her. The nymph was bent over the rock and the satyr with large cock in hand was getting closer to her pussy. His hand was placed on her back holding her in place. The sculptor was clearly a master as even in bronze one could see that her pussy was wet. Looking to the next cubby made her wish that she were the nymph with Satyr holding his huge cock poised ready to thrust deep into her wanting flesh. Never before had pornographic images turned her on as much as she was now, Slave had forgotten where she was and was totally engrossed in moving from bronze to bronze. Slave suddenly bought out of her reverie as she felt the push of a hand behind her, forcing her hands down on the seat before her. Her legs were quickly kicked further apart and the dildo was torn out of her very wet pussy, only to be replaced but something much larger. This was not victor but something else. Slave was just too horny to care and her ass pushed back against the new dildo, which seemed to be big enough to split her in two. When the phallus entered her, it stretched and filled her tight hole. But when she felt the soft wool at the base as it hit her pussy, she needed nothing more and had a rocketing orgasm instantly. Victor pulled out the dildo only to ram it back in. Slave could do nothing, she was entranced by the idea of the satyr who was about to impale nymph who had mysteriously become her. It was as if she could not get enough. Her buttocks slammed back on the dildo with more force and each time it left her pussy her moans grew louder, Victor was ramming the dildo in her gaping cunt, each time with more force. Without warning, the dildo was removed. Her ass moved back, "Please fuck me. Take me hard and fast," she screamed as her mind and thoughts reeled between the moment and the fantasy. "Slave, did I give you permission to cum?" Victor asked in a most soothing voice. "No Sir" She panted her quim pulsing almost begging to be filled. "But you did cum, didn't you?" his voice getting sweeter, almost sick like. "Yes Sir, sorry sir... But... these sculptures are so very erotic" she said breathlessly. "You thought that the dildo belonged to the satyr." It was a simple statement, but one that had Slave missing the dildo in her pussy. "Yes Sir. I could not help it. It was so big, just like the satyrs here and when the wool hit my pussy I could believe nothing else." Victor took the lighter from slaves hand and lit the next candle. "Look" was all he said, but Slave was looking before he even said it. This one was turned around and once again you could see the nymphs face. She too had a look of complete satisfaction on her face from the satyr's cock that had been inserted completely in her tight cunt. "See Sir, she likes it too." Victor said nothing, just handed her the lighter and went to sit back down on the bench where he came from. Slave finished lighting the candles, being careful to walk under the rope that was attached to the wall, handed Victor the lighter and stood, naked, her head down wondering how she could get that frown from his face. When she looked at his face again she said, "Sir, I do not know what came over me. This room is so erotic, as are most of your rooms. But all these figurines just made me so horny; you had to know what would happen when you inserted that dildo into my pussy." "Yes, but the rule is that you are not to cum. This rule stands for ever, you may cum when and only when I tell you that it is okay. Here is one of the lessons that you need to learn." Victor said sternly. "I will give you time to learn how to curb your orgasms to my will, but you must try to learn quickly." "Yes Sir, I will try to do my best, for I really do want to please you. I want to be the best slave that you ever had and only bring you happiness," Slave said with sincerity. "Slave, what do you think of my bathroom? In time you will have freedom to look as you wish, but for now, take a quick glance." Looking around Slave noticed that this room was unlike any other room in the castle. The sunken oval bath in the center must have measured some twenty feet by ten feet and was made from yet more marble. The walls had no pictures; instead it was lined with recesses. Each cubby had a different statue, some of which she had seen and others had those that she wished to see. The walls were of dressed sandstone the same living rock the tower was constructed of. Across from the door that she'd entered was another door. As slave looked at the rope that was attached to the wall, her eyes followed it to the painted ceiling where hung a system of blocks and pulleys and then slightly below the pulleys was frame from which hung straps harnesses and ropes. Victor caught her eye as she studied the contraption suspended over the bath. "Interested?" asked Victor. "Yes Sir" slave said in anticipation. "Well then, let it down and we can see what we have here." Slave looked at Victor with her eyebrow raised, she was well aware that he knew what they were getting into which made her feel apprehensive of the immanent future. Too late to do anything else, slave unwound the rope from the iron cleat took the weight which was much reduced because of the pulley system and lowered the contraption down from the gloom into the now bright candle lit room. What she saw she only partly understood. There were eight cuffs that could be used in many ways and one more loop, which she only partly understood. "Now, Slave, let's get ready to tie you up." Nervously slave walked closer. Taking her hand, he led her down the few steps to the middle of his pool. She followed Victor never taking her eyes off of him. She was amazed that the temperature in the bath was perfect. "Let's see, which way first," the look on his face was one of complete wickedness. It was obvious to slave that he would clearly enjoy this, but with her past experiences of being tied up, she was not so sure that she would. "Hand me your hands Slave" he attached them to a set of cuffs, then he spoke in a loud voice, "Lift" She let out an involuntary scream of alarm as the wench started to lift her arms. Soon her toes no longer touched the floor of the pool. "Stop!" came Victors command. "I had this little device added a couple of months ago. Technology is a wonderful thing." Victor said. Slave very happily noticed that the wench had stopped. The sudden cease of movement and the fact that she was no longer able to hold onto any thing solid, caused her to swing over the pool. "Open your legs it will make the swinging stop quicker." He commanded as he stood watching. Slave quickly obliged and was happy as she had indeed slowed down a bit. "Down" Victor commanded. As the wench came down victor told Slave, "Keep your legs apart." As she was lowered her legs still spread wide Victor moved between her thighs and stopped her decent so her pussy was just above his raging cock. "Okay?" he asked real concern in his voice. Without waiting for a reply he bent forward and kissed her right nipple and then began to nibble and lick the tender bud. Biting down hard, he heard her involuntary gasp and smiled to himself. Next Victor said "Now slave, give me a leg." As she lifted her leg, it was attached to a separate cuff that was directly attached to the cuff on her wrist some four feet higher. The strap was somewhat longer but it caused her to lift her leg, away from her body. As soon as the cuff was attached, Victor was no longer able to resist; he pulled her body to his, and she felt his cock slide, with ease, into her body. He could only moan at the sensation of the warmth as it engulfed him. Enjoying the sensation, he held her still and then he began to rock her back and forth. Slave could only moan. Her right leg was between Victor's legs and her left high in the air when she felt his cock enter. And as it slammed in deep she shuttered. After a few strokes Victor stopped and pulled out, "other leg Slave." Slave, still craving the sensation of his manhood deep within her well, was reluctant. But when she looked in his face she knew she must obey. As soon as her second leg was secured, slave found herself in a very compromising position. She tried to pull her legs together, but Victor only stopped her with his hands. "No Slave, you are mine. I can not allow you to close any part of your body from me; in fact you are to open them further." "Yes Sir" and Slave obliged. She noticed that from this height her ass hung ever so slightly in the water. Victor pushed her lightly. Going back was scary, but when she came forward, the water flowed over her pussy, and onto her clit. This caused the effects that Victor knew it would. When she reached Victor she noticed that he had yet another of his now seemingly large collection of dildos. Holding her ass, he inserted the dildo into her pussy. As with all swings, she went away, and moaned sadly as the dildo stayed with Victor. When she came back, she again met with his dildo. This time victor left the dildo in her pussy and let her go back. As she came forward, she noticed another dildo in his hand. This one was smaller but it was also thicker in the middle and she could see that it we well lubricated. "Guess what we are going to do with this one Slave," Victor said with an evil grin. Taking the dildo in her pussy, he pushed her a little harder, causing her to swing higher. Stepping back so she would not hit him, he continued to push her, using the dildo in her wet cunt as a tool. The dildo rammed deep in her pussy, causing her to flinch as it went in so deeply. When Victor stopped her motion, she knew he was about to impale her tight ass with that dildo. It amazed her by sliding with ease, lodging itself deep with in her cavity. Happily, she realized that because of the thick center, this one would probably stay with no effort on her part. "Now slave, you are not to cum, you know this right?" Victor said as she was let go. The sensation was like none she had felt before, the water spraying over her clit and the dildos being pushed in further to her oral cavities. Cumming was greatly on her mind. When she returned to Victor, she said "But Sir, how am I to control such a feeling when what you do to me makes me want to cum?" she moaned. "Slave," he said "please don't make me punish you, I want to be nice." "Yes Sir" she said, even though she knew that she would have difficulty following this order. In her mind she searched for memories that she could use to control her emotions. Nothing came to mind that she thought could help her. This time she chose to instead concentrate on things around her. Looking from wall to wall was no help; as each wall was filled with erotic people doing sensual things. Her mind then went to the ceiling. This helped some until she realized what she was looking at. Painted on the ceiling were cherubs on clouds, these little people were in all sorts of erotic poses. As she came to this realization, she just shook her head; it came as no surprise that this room, like so many others, would be filled with erotic images. But still she sought something that she could focus on to curb her desire to cum. The ceiling held her attention; maybe something up there would be less erotic. The first group included two little cherubs in a very normal position. This lightly intrigued her, and her eyes wondered to the next grouping. No longer two but now three male cherubs were pleasing one female. She was on her back, the first cherub was on her face, fucking it, the second one was in a very normal position feeding her pussy, and the third was dripping wax from a candle on her tits. Unable to see her face, Slave could only assume that these little angels would do nothing that did not please one another. With all that was going on, this image would be enough to bring her to over the edge, but she quickly looked away. The next set of cherubs was two men and one woman. The first male lying on his back with the female sandwiched between them. The other had his cock rammed deep in her ass. This was almost too much, as Slave thought of the dildos embedded deep within her holes. Slave looked at the room for one little place that did not contain some sort of erotica. But alas it was everywhere and she could find no help from the walls. When she looked at Victor, and saw the mischievous grin on his face, she could only moan louder. "Sir, I believe that you are doing this on purpose. You seem to know that my body is longing for release and everything is in place to let it go, but still you stand there, smiling at me." Victor, sent Slave a dark and evil grin, in his hand he held up a lit dark green candle, which was about six inches in diameter and very long. Slave immediately thought of the cherub on the ceiling as the wax was being applied to her nipples. Secretly she longed for the pain, as any more pleasure would surely set her off and she knew that this would so displease her master. Grabbing onto the ropes tighter, she prepared herself for the pain to come. This time as she came forward, Victor held her, pulled the dildo out of her pussy and began to slow her down by pushing the dildo deep within as she moved forward. Victor's New Slave Ch. 02 Relieved that she was slowing, she looked him in his eyes. She could tell that he was enjoying this, and it set off an alarm. What would he do to torture her next? Was it not enough that she was given great amounts of pleasure with no hope of release? She was sure it had something to do with the candle, and she was sure that its wax would be dribbled on her, but exactly what he had in mind she knew not. Slowly she came to a very slow and gently rock. Victor went to her side and looked at his new slave. Her body was in excellent condition, her nipples large against the medium size breasts. The shaved pussy looked good enough to eat, but that was for a later date. Her stomach flat and her legs shapely and long, what he saw is something that he would seek out for a sexual partner, and now he had her. She would be here to please him and knowing this allowed him the freedom to experiment with his dominant side. Lifting the candle high above her, he allowed the wax to drip down. Slave jumped when the wax hit her stomach. The touch of the wax as it hit her body was okay but it soon heated as it cooled from the outside. "Still Slave," Victor commanded. Slave tried to relax and focus on everything else, but with each new drop as it hit her body she tensed. Looking down at her body she could see several drops of cooled wax. Then she saw where his next target as he carefully aimed for her nipple. This caused her to flinch. Victor only looked at her and asked her, "What have I commanded of you?" "That I am to remain still, Sir. But that just has to hurt and it scares me," she said with fear in her voice. Victor said in a very gentle voice, "but Slave, you have to know that, as it did on your body, it is a small pain that goes away quickly. Don't you trust me?" Slave had never known trust before, and now was here was this man that seemed to want this from her. How could one answer such a question? Finally, Slave replied, "Sir, I trust that you seek your pleasure and in doing so, you will hopefully seek mine as well." This seemed to satisfy Victor, and he then slowly allowed the wax to drip from the candle to her chest. As she was moving, the first drop missed her nipple landing a little below, but the next one found its target. Immediately the pain caused her nipple to shrink under the hot wax. "Now Slave, did that hurt much?" Victor asked, truly curious as to how far she would let him dominate. "No Sir, it did not hurt too much," Slave lied. And however much pain it had caused her, it had also allowed her desire to cum diminish. The pain had done its trick and she could now relax just a bit. Victor dribbled a few more drops on her, hitting her other nipple and then lowered his head to remove the wax with his mouth. The sensation forced Slave's nipple to harden and Victor found a new game of applying wax and removing with his teeth, being sure to lick the nipple erect after each application. Victor could tell that this was bringing Slave off. Her body shrank back each time his mouth left her nipple. Slave could feel Victor's hard cock as it rubbed back and forth against her back and she could tell both from this and from the look on his face that he was truly enjoying this. This in turn helped Slave to accept her new form of torture, grateful that it was Victor and not her past owner that had tried this, for he showed kindness as well as enjoyment in this new sensation. As Victor tired of his new game, he blew out the candle. Well Slave, I see that you are learning to take your torture well and for this I will reward you. He then inserted the unlit side of the candle deep with in Slaves pussy and used his mouth on her clit. Slave responded with a fever that Victor was totally unprepared for. Her body straightened and he found her pussy was being pushed into his mouth as the candle worked her pussy faster. "Oh Sir, I fear that if you continue I will be forced to cum. I am now so close," Slave pleaded for the approval of release. "No! You must not cum yet. I want to feel your orgasm as it grasps my cock. Do you want to cum now?" Victor asked. "Yes... oh yes... I am... so ready." Came her reply in short gasps, unable to make a sentence in one breath. Victor let her swing a few more times, and could tell that she was very close. He then moved to her back side and inserted his cock. Her walls locked on to his cock with a furry that he had not known before. Then he looked her straight in her eyes and said "Cum". She did not ask for permission again. The orgasm rocked through her body and came out her mouth in a loud scream; Slave was amazed at the intensity of her orgasm. And as Victor continued to fill her hot hole with his rigid pole, Slave's orgasm never slowed. Victor could feel the orgasm as it rapidly sped through her body, tightening around his cock. And soon the sensation came upon him as well. Unhappy with the location, he pulled out and shifted the cuffs up further on her thighs. He then flipped her over, and turned her around. Putting his cock in her mouth, she hungrily ate at his cock, almost as a calf would suck the milk from its mother's tits. She grabbed with her mouth and sucked. Victor reached under her and pulled on her perfectly round globes. Using her tits as leverage, victor swayed her back and forth, each time he pushed his cock further down her throat and each time she swallowed to get more. Soon Victor could take no more and he came deep down her throat. Holding her in place until the last drop had slipped out of his now soft member and down her throat. Gently he lifted her and then removed the cuffs from her body. Setting her down on her feet, he said, "if you help me to extinguish these candles I will make you something to eat." Slave could think of nothing that sounded better at the moment and she quickly went about blowing out the candles. Victor raised the ropes and hit the button that closed up the bath. When they came to the last candle, they were at the door. Stepping out they walked, with her behind him, down the stair case. In the kitchen, Victor set about making her dinner. Reaching into the refrigerator slave was amazed as the food was tossed at her; carefully she set it on the counter. Wondering how much he was going to make, she only looked to see what he brought out. Salad ingredients, fish, basil, wine, cheese and tomatoes, along with some other things that she did not recognize came out of the refrigerator. "Here slave, you slice the tomato and cheese nice and thin," Victor took out a pan and set it on the fire, mashed a few ingredients together and slathered it on the fish. It took only moments for the kitchen to smell heavenly. Victor worked quickly and efficiently. Clearly he needed no cook in his house. As she finished with the cheese, he brought her a bottle of wine and handed it to her. "You should open the wine and then set the table." He said as he pointed in the direction that she would find plates, glasses, and utensils. Slave did as she was told and as soon as she finished with her task, dinner was brought to the table. Fried Salmon steak with a white wine pesto sauce, Tuscan mash and a light salad of sliced beef steak Tomatoes and slices of Mozzarella cheese drizzled with virgin olive oil and seasoned with freshly ground black pepper and sea salt. As she had not eaten for a day, she ate hungrily at all the food set before her. She was embarrassed when she looked up to see Victor watching her in amazement. "Always eat so fast?' he asked mockingly. "No Sir, it is just that I have not eaten yet today, my old master saw not reason to feed me before I was sold." she said between bites. "And Sir, you are a wonderful cook, this is all so delicious. Never have I tasted anything so magnificent." Victor stood, walked over to the stove and got the last piece of fish, which he placed on slave's plate. "Thank you sir" she said and happily took on the task of cleaning her plate once again. When she finished, she asked "shall I do the dishes and clean up Sir?" Victor thought that this would be a very good slave thing to do. "Yes, use the sink in the center of the room as there is a dishwasher immediately to the right of it." Slave very happily went about the business of cleaning up the kitchen. When she came back to the table to wash it she noticed that Victor was there, sipping wine, and staring at her. "Done" she said with a smile on her face. Victor handed her his glass and stood. She placed it in the dishwasher, and turned it on. Rinsing out the cloth she used, she laid it between the sinks and followed Victor to the steps. Victor walked her to the stairs and said, "you may go to bed now. When I ring the bell you are to come down to the kitchen and make my breakfast. There are many outfits for you to choose from in the wardrobe in your room. Pick out something that suits your mood for the morning." Taken by his generosity and kindness, Slave hugged Victor. He stood there, stoic, and she quickly realized that this was wrong. "Sorry Sir," she said as she stepped back "I like it here and you are a kind master. I am glad that you bought me today." With that she turned and took the stairs that lead from the kitchen up to her room, leaving a dazed man who could only watch her ascend the stairs. Once in her room, she lay on her bed and with a smile on her face was sleeping within seconds of her head hitting the pillow. Victor's New Slave Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Victor Enjoys Slave's Ass The morning sun shown through her window, never could Slave remember waking more happily in her life. She opened her windows to the soft breeze and was treated to sound of birds singing their morning songs. Humming she walked over to the wardrobe, opened the doors, and looked inside. Victor certainly liked color. Bright reds, blues and greens jumped out at her. As she looked through her choices, her intent was to find a dress that fit her mood, happy. The soft floral dress seemed to jump out at her. Smiling she noticed it was made of delicate thin chiffon in two layers over a delicate pattern of violets. Liking what she saw, she placed the dress in front of her and looked into the mirror; the floral was very petite and cheerful. The halter top would do much to accent her nice pert breasts, and the short flimsy skirt was exactly how she felt. Perfect she said to herself. She scanned the wardrobe further in search of panties and shoes. Finding none, she decided that Victor must want it this way. With dress in hand, Slave walked naked to the bathroom. Doing her morning rituals seemed somewhat lighter today. She happily went through the tasks of readying her self for a day with Victor. Slipping the summer frock over her head assured her that it was indeed the right choice. When she spun around it showed off her nice tight bottom and cleanly shaven mons. Unwilling to wait for the bell she skipped down the steps. The kitchen was bright and this made Slave even happier. Cheerfully she began to hum a happy tune as she bent over to empty the dishwasher. Unnoticed by Slave, Victor entered the kitchen. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched Slave as she worked. Seeing her in this position with her ass only partially covered by her dress Victors cock grew, forcing its way through his robe and out in the open. Victor decided to stay where he was and just watch. Clumsily, Slave almost dropped the marble rolling pin; she bent deeply as she caught it right before it hit the ground. With a sigh of relief, she brought it upwards, the handle of the pin sliding between her legs. As the coolness hit her pussy, it caused her cunt to awaken. With out any conscience effort, Slave spread her legs a bit further apart and enjoyed the sensation of the cool marble on her pussy and clit. Slave slipped the rolling pin out from between her legs and looked at it. Smiling she decided that the 6 inches would indeed fit up her tight pussy, and as always, she was beginning to get quite horny. So, with determination, Slave inserted the smooth handle and was pleasantly surprised at how nice the coolness felt inside her hot pussy. It took no time at all before she was ramming the handle in and out. Then, almost as if by freak accident, she remembered that she was not allowed to cum. slowly, she pulled the pin out of her tight pussy and put the handle to her lips to taste. Then, setting the pin on the counter, so that she could wash it after she finished with the dishes, she returned to her task at hand. As she bent to retrieve the last few dishes from the dishwasher, Slave was in a world of her own. She felt very aroused as her mind replayed the events that had gone on earlier. A cool draft skimmed over her wet slips and made her shudder and a feeling of need emanated from her cunny. Her hand reached there to touch, just a quick rub she told herself. Victor stood in the doorway, watching this show. Amazed that she had control to stop before she came, he smiled. Then, looking from cock to ass and back to hard member again, he moved toward Slave, his penis swinging heavy between his muscular thighs. Walking behind Slave, his cock was the first to greet her. At first Slave jumped, startled because she did not know that Victor was there, but as she felt his cock there, she moaned a sweet morning. Slowly Victor's cock rubbed against her ass, parting the cheeks, gently rubbing her little brown hole. Slave's ass tingled, as she was not one to really like a man to penetrate her ass, she was intrigued as to why her body would react so. Victor put his hand on her back; he liked her in this position and wanted to be sure that she would stay there. Then he stepped back, intrigued at the way she responded, he cupped her mounds. Victor wetted his index finger with her juices and started to stroke the moisture bit by bit to her tight little hole with tiny circular movements he let the rose bud become accustomed to contact. As she began to enjoy the contact, it became more obvious to Victor that his hard member would soon have to find entrance to this hole as well. When he felt her relax, he gently pushed his finger inside the forbidden entrance. Only a small protest was heard from Slave as she remained in her bent over position, allowing the invasion to continue. Victor pulled the finger out and then placed a second digit next to it and pushed both fingers into Slaves pliant body. The fingers went in to the second knuckle; Victor began to slowly finger fuck her arse. Slave felt a delightful heat begin to grow in her arse and spread through her body, letting out a moan of submission and compliance, she silently encouraged Victor to do more. Victor stretched over body and reached for the small bottle of oil. He poured oil onto the small of Slaves back watching with delight as the oil slithered down her crack and onto his fingers. He pulled his oil covered finger from Slaves now gapping arse and coated his erection with oil. Slowly and gently he began to rock himself against her ass. Wait he thought lets not rush this, and slowed. Slave began to rock back, but Victor just held her firmly. "Stay still Slave' you are mine to do as I please." Victor's cock slid gently up and down between her ass cheeks. This morning he was going to fuck her ass like he had never fucked one before. Smiling at the awareness of her willing ass and the desire that it held for his waiting member, he was pleased that it was his choice. The pressure felt good against Slave and soon she was holding on to the counter for support. Victor took her by the hand grabbing the rolling pin and oil as he walked. Bringing her to the small kitchen worktable, he nudged her to bend over. Almost as if she had no will of her own, Slave bent at the waist, as her chest met with the coolness of the table, she jumped a bit. She knew that Victor was about to please her and it is with this thought that she was able to take a deep breath and relax. "Good, now Slave spread your legs." Victor lifted her dress exposing her entire backside. He watched as her ass twitched. He could tell that she wanted something but he knew he wanted to cum hard in her cute little butt. Taking the olive oil from the worktable, Victor let more dribble on her buns. Slave could feel the cool oil as it slid down her crack and onto her pussy. Victor enjoyed the play of the light on the oil; he soon realized that he probably put too much on. Rubbing is cock over her ass he began to smear the oil over her bottom. His cock was now very hard and he dipped it quickly into her waiting pussy and was rewarded with a very load whimper from Slave. Again Slave moaned, "Sir, this feels so wonderful, may I please be allowed to cum freely this morning?" Victor stepped back and immediately Slave knew the answer and that she should not have asked. She felt empty as she no longer felt his touch. Slowly, Victor sternly said, "Slave, you are never to cum unless I or someone else gives you permission. I ought to punish you for this but I will let it pass, THIS time." Victor's manhood grew further as he glanced at the table. Here was his Slave, her bright summer skirt pulled up over her ass and her entire backside covered in oil, waiting for his cock to invade any hole he chose. Slave could feel his eyes as he looked at her. This made her all the hotter; her pussy was vibrating with anticipation. She could feel the oil on her ass and knew that he would soon have his way with her, however he pleased. This sent a shutter of anticipation through her body and a buzzing of pleasure that touched her all over, making her pussy drip. As Victor stood back watching, he saw Slave twitch. Knowing that she liked this brought him some pleasure. He trailed his finger down her ass and pushed it in her waiting pussy. Feeling the oil on his finger and how easily his finger slid deep within her well, Victor smiled. Slave moaned with pleasure as she felt his cock at the rim of her ass. When her ass began to move back to meet his cock, he slapped her ass, not hard, but with conviction and said, "You are my Slave to do with as I please, it is not your pleasure that we seek but mine. I want you to remain perfectly still and do not move. Do you understand?" Removing his cock, Slave could only plead, "Yes Sir, I am your Slave to do as you please. It is your pleasure that I seek, do you not like my ass?" Slap, this time harder, and as Slave was unprepared for this, she let a moan escape her. Slap, even harder "ouch, Sir that hurts me." "You have forgotten yesterdays lesson I see." And with this Victor grabbed a nearby wooden spoon and slapped Slave's bum. He had not meant for it to be quite so hard, for it caused her ass to turn a very vibrant red. And when she moaned his cock vibrated. He wanted to see all of her ass this red and was pleased that he would be able to give her other globe a matching red mark. "Slave" he warned, "you know I don't want to do this, but you must learn to take your punishment quietly." And with that he hit her other cheek as hard as the first. She was silent this time, but Victor was rewarded with a matching red set of ass cheeks and his cock strained with effort to meet the reddened ass. With his cock at the rim of her ass, it pleased him to hear her whimper. Teasing her ass, he pushed it in just a bit. Then he let his cock slide down to her pussy and pushed in with ease into her wet cunt. With rapid succession Victor plunged in and out. Grabbing the rolling pin from the side of the table he slid it along her crack, putting pressure at the rim of her beautiful ass. Unable to allow the long rolling pin to enter her ass as he was penetrating her cunt, he stopped and stepped back pushing the rolling pin deeper into her ass. Slave just moaned with pleasure. "Slave, you seem to be enjoying this greatly, you are not going to cum now are you?" "Oh no Sir, I love how you are violating my backside with the rolling pin, but I hope to never cum with out your permission. However, it feels so wonderful." Slave said in gasps as her ass moved to meet his pressure. "Slave I do not care whether you have pleasure by what I do or not," Victor lied. "If you continue to move, I will have to stop. Do you want that Slave?" "Oh no Sir, I wish you to continue. Please find pleasure with my ass," Slave said as she stopped all movement to the best of her ability. "Open your ass for me Slave; I want to put this rolling pin deeper in your ass." Slave reached behind her and spread her tender cheeks. She knew it would burn her ass to be violated so, but she wanted to please Victor and her pain seemed to be of little concern. Wiggling the tip of the handle against the small opening, Slave began to feel shivers run up her spine. And when Victor removed the pressure, Slave moved back to have it again. This time Victor took his cock and rammed it deep in Slaves pussy. Coming out again, he rubbed his cock on her hard clit and was pleased with the moan that escaped her mouth. "Slave," Victor said at the same time that he administered a blow to her ass. "I am spanking your ass red so that you do not find pleasure in this. I do not want you to cum until I say. You are to remain perfectly still." Victor was totally taken back by the pleasure that this brought him, the control that he had over her made his cock so rigid that it begged for release. But wanting the sensation to last, Victor pressed the rolling pin into her back door and applied more oil; he was pleasantly surprised with the ease that it went in. Slave felt how smoothly it entered her and soon the coolness of the marble handle cooled her hot ass hole as he fucked her faster. Her ass responded to the smoothness of the rolling pin as it rubbed steadily and deeper into her hole, stretching it more. Taking the pin, Victor moved it in a circular motion, stretching the tight walls of her ass. Slave could take no more and pleaded for the burning to stop. "Oh Sir, I understand that it is not my pleasure that we seek but I do not believe that it is my pain you are after either." Victor held the rolling pin in place as fingered her pussy, feeling the tightness that was added from the rolling pin which was lodged tightly in her bum. With little warning, Victor pulled his hand out of her pussy and it pleased him greatly to hear her displeasure. Moving around the table, Victor stood in front of her, lifted her chin, and pushed his hard cock deep into her mouth. Slave almost gagged at the sudden violation to her throat. "Slave, I want you to get my cock all wet. I want it wet enough to slide in easily to you tight little ass." he said as he slapped his cock against her face. Slave eagerly licked at his cock, the taste of the oil that remained and the new flavor of his pre-cum was enough to make Slave grab for his cock with her lips, trying to once again get his cock in her mouth. When Victor finally let her have his cock in her mouth, he once again rammed it deep, and this time she was prepared and welcomed his cock with vigor. At the same time, Victor began to pound the rolling pin deeper up her ass. She could feel where the handle stopped as the base of the pin hit her ass. She almost wondered if he were trying to get the entire girth of the rolling pin in her ass. She hoped not, but knew that as his Slave it was not her choice. After some time, he removed the utensil from her ass and inserted his finger in its place. Slowly he added another finger as he continued to fuck her face. Pulling up with his fingers, he could feel it stretch. And as his cock was getting sucked, her ass was being prepped for fucking. Victor thought that he was in heaven. He knew that this pleased Slave as well and that in turn made Victor eager to continue. So as Slave's mouth attacked his cock with an intense desire, Victor rocked his finger in and out of her ass and was quite pleased as he felt it open more for him. "Well Slave, it looks as if you have opened for me. Prepare yourself for I am now about to fuck your little brown hole so intensely that you will be screaming." Victor removed his cock from her mouth and walked once again behind Slaves ass. Victor spoke softly, with a heady voice; "Spread those lovely cheeks for me." As he reached in his robe pocket he grabbed the small vibrator from inside. Slave obediently separated her cheeks, knowing what hole he would be entering. He placed his very hard and very wet cock at the opening. Pressing hard, he could feel it stretching to accept him. With the head all the way in, Victor stopped. Not wanting to force entrance, he waited until he felt her relax. Then reaching under her, he placed the small vibrator in her pussy. Grabbing a handful of her hair he held her still as he pushed in with a constant force. As he went in deeper, he felt the walls close in on him. The feeling of the vibrator as it went through the thin walls to her ass brought Victor great pleasure as he waited for her to accept him. But this time instead of pushing in deeper, Victor removed his cock completely. He was pleased when he saw her ass; the little brown hole was no longer little and had opened very nicely. This time, with one hand on her ass and the other pulling back on her hair, Victor entered with a slow steady movement, not stopping this time until his balls met with her pussy. Slave could feel the cock deep within, and while she felt the burn, she also felt the warming of his patience. She let out a soft sigh as the burn slowly turned to pleasure. Holding in place, Victor again waited for Slave to relax. While waiting, he reached around and put a finger on her clit. He could feel her vibrating and wondered if she would be able to hold back the orgasm. Removing his wet finger, he brought it up to her ass and massaged around the rim. "You want to feel my cock pound into your ass, don't you Slave." "Oh yes Sir, please use my ass to bring you pleasure," came her response. Slowly, Victor began to rock in and out of her ass but the desire became to strong and Victor began to pump her ass hard. "Slave, I want to be deeper in your ass. Spread those red ass cheeks further for me." With a strong desire to please Victor, Slave separated them as wide as she could. Victor was immediately rewarded with the feeling of his cock going deeper in her ass. This sensation almost brought Victor off, so he slowed down in an attempt to make this last a while longer and watched her reaction. He was pleased to watch her bum as it was lifted slightly to meet him. Never realizing how tantalizing it was to watch a woman respond, he deciding right then that he would never again ask her to not react. When Victor pulled his cock out of her hole, he looked down at her wiggling ass he noticed that her ass had spread for him. It was clear that she wanted his cock to be put back in as much as Victor wanted to have his cock there. He reached under her and turned the vibrator up and Slave screamed, "Sir, I am going to cum." Pulling the vibrator out of Slave's pussy, Victor allowed her some time to settle down. "Slave, you know that this would be a bad thing, do you need further punishment?" "No Sir," she said hesitantly, but felt the need to be sure he knew what she was thinking, she continued, "but I fear that if I am not allowed to cum then you will have to. For I will surely cum soon, with or without your permission. You must do what you think is best." Victor took the vibrating dildo and placed it oh her back. "Slave is this the problem? Is this making you cum? Or is this your problem?" he asked as he rammed his ass deep into her ass. This time there were no hesitations. Victor's cock slid deeply inside her waiting ass with an ease that made him moan with pleasure. Slave only screamed with delight as his cock buried deep within her. Pushing down on her back Victor began to fuck her in earnest, pumping into her as so hard that she screamed. With all the motion, the vibrator slid off of Slave's back and onto the table resting next to the olive oil and the rolling pin. For some reason, seeing this make Victor smile and to increase his tempo on her ass. Slave felt the sensation of the coolness of the table against the heat of her ass and knew she was close. "Sir, I am very close." "Cum" was all he said, the magic word that had come to mean so much to her in such a short time. Her inside convulsed with such force that it milked his prick, causing him to cum along with her. The sensation rocked Victor, and he knew that it also pleased Slave. He sent a silent thank you to Mark for telling him of this place to buy such a delight. When his cock was totally spent, and her ass and pussy had stopped vibrating, Victor slowly pulled out. Quietly, almost in a whisper, Victor said, "Slave, go and get a cloth from the drawer, I want you to wash off my cock." Slave went over to the drawer and got a cloth, she then rinsed it under the warm water. Leaving it warm she walked to Victor, knelt in front of him. Very carefully she started to wash his cock and balls clean. When she looked in his eyes, she noticed that Victor had the vibrator in his hand and an evil grin on his face. "Slave, bend over. I want you to feel this in your pussy for an hour. And remember you are not to cum. I believe that this will help you learn how to control your orgasms." Victor's New Slave Ch. 03 Slave understood that this would be torturous but she also knew must comply. So she turned around and bent at the waist, offering Victor access to her precious underside. Victor realized that in her pussy, it would be too much for her to comply with his wishes, so he inserted it deep within her ass. "Now Slave, lean against the table, I want to wash you clean as well." Slaved leaned against the table, this pushed the vibrator deeper within her ass, and then she allowed Victor to spread her legs. The first touch on her thighs and the vibrator deep in her ass had her so close that she cried, "Sir, this will never work, I will cum if you continue to touch me." This pleased Victor, her response to him affected him in ways that even he did not completely understand. What he did understand is that his cock was hard once more. "Slave, you are not to cum," was all he said. She was on edge and so close to cumming as he continued to wash her thighs. He only smiled when he knew he was going to wash her clit. His command was softly spoken but stern, "Slave, you are not to cum, do you understand?" "I understand Sir, but there is no way I can comply." Victor took a nipple in his hand and squeezed it very hard. "Will this help you?" he asked. "Sir, this will not help at all," Slave sighed. Victor tightened his grip. When he put the still warm cloth on Slaves pussy, she came. Nothing could have stopped her. Victor watched; he knew that he would have to punish, but enjoyed the passion as it crossed over her body. When the rocking orgasm ended, Slave was almost afraid to look but slowly she opened her eyes and pleaded, "Sir, I am so sorry. I know I was not to cum but I could do nothing more." Victor watched the emotions as the changed on her face from pleading to horror. When he saw the horror he knew he had her. Victor drew out his words, slowly, almost painfully he said, "So Slave, you have disobeyed me, what am I to do to you? I have tried to be understanding and ask little of you. You know I must punish you, but how?" "Sir, I am so sorry, I never meant to disobey you in any way. But you must do as you see fit. I have been disobedient," Slave said as she lowered her voice along with her eyes. Almost as displeased with herself as Victor surely was of her, Slave awaited her punishment. Victor wanted to do nothing, he wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her gently, but knew that he could not. Instead he tried to think of some sort of fitting punishment. "Bend over Slave." And Slave bent over hoping that the impending spanking that she was to get would not be too severe. Instead Victor simply turned the vibrator on high and said, "Suck me dry Slave. I want you to suck my cock as your life depends on it. After breakfast we will see to your punishment." Slave turned and knelt in front of Victor. With the vibrator going nuts in her ass, she focused this energy to Victors cock. And it was with this that Victor began to get what would surely be remembered as the best blow job he had ever gotten, at least until the present. Between his legs, sitting on her heels, Slave slowly licked at Victors balls. Playful licks and gentle nips, aimed alternately between his now semi-placid cock and the balls. Slowly, Slave kissed his cock to attention. Victor was somewhat surprised as he knew that he had just came pretty hard, but he watched with interest as his dick slowly drew the blood necessary to be come rigid once again and smiled. Slave licked her hand and when it was wet, she grabbed hold of Victors cock; slowly pumping it full of life. She smiled and looked up when she heard the moan escape from his lips. As his cock released some pre cum, Slave took used her finger to take some of the pre cum and slowly brought it to her mouth. Licking her finger Victor could only smile. She wanted to please and with this intent, she placed the head of his cock in her mouth. With her hand she held the base of Victor's manhood and squeezed tightly. Her hands still working the shaft, her tongue began to squirm around the base of his now purple head. Licking and flicking it with her tongue, Slave used her other hand to reach up to Victor's chest. Looking up to Victor's eyes, she found his nipple, and began to run her wet fingers over it. Pleased that she got a reaction, she then took Victors cock deep within her mouth and down her throat. Sucking on it as if her next meal depended on the nourishment she would soon be receiving when his cock exploded deep within her throat. She was rewarded by the touch of Victor's hand on her head as he pushed her mouth deeper upon his cock. Knowing that he approved, she swallowed to take in more. His hands held her head as he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. Slowly Slave began to wiggle her now very wet finger closer to Victor's virgin ass. It slid as a snake would over the grass, intent on it victim that was close enough to smell and weak enough to capture. Unknowing to Victor, he leaned forward, accepting the idea of what was about to happen. With his hand still on her head, Victor pumped his cock deep down Slaves throat. She accepted his cock and used her tongue quite expertly as she watched his eyes began to glaze over. Slowly her finger found its target, and she began to circle her wet finger around the rim of Victor's ass. Pushing on his ass, she matched the rhythm of his hand on her head, as her finger slowly entered the forbidden hole. Victor released her head and Slave reached up with her free hand. Sliding it firmly on his very wet shaft, Slave pumped a few times, hard. Victor grabbed a hold of the table for support as he almost fell over. Then Victor took his cock in one hand and began to rub it on her face as she looked up to him. Her tongue reaching for his cock whenever it neared, Victor kept it right out of the grasp that he knew would happen if her tongue were to get more than the occasional licks he allowed her. "You want this, don't you Slave," Victor teased as he continued to keep it just out of her grasp. And when her head moved to take it, he grabbed her hair and held her in place. "Oh Sir, I want your cock." It came out almost as a whimper as Victor slapped her cheek with his very hard cock. Her mouth opened with desire as he ran the head of his cock around her open lips. When her tongue reached out for his cock, he slapped her cheek again. She whimpered as he once again brushed her lips with the head of his raging cock, this time he slipped the tip in. As she wrapped her lips and began to suck, he pulled it back out. Slave, deciding to play her cards she began to tease Victor's ass. In and out her finger rode his ass. First only the first knuckle entered, but with each thrust, it went deeper. She watched his eyes; knowing that soon he would give in to her and force his cock deep down her throat. And so the game continued, each waiting for the other to fall victim to the desire that was strong within them. Although Slave had little control, she soon learned that her control was a bit more than she thought. And it is here that she began to play. She removed her finger from Victor's ass and just let it sit on the rim. Enjoying the fact that he pushed back to get more, she just let her finger rub his ass, not enter. Victor moaned loudly and she was rewarded with a cock pushing at her lips. As she opened her lips to accept his cock, she inserted her finger deeply in his ass, until her finger could go in no more. They were matching each others strokes, Slave penetrating deep within Victor's ass and Victor slamming deep within Slaves throat. The vibrator that was in Slaves ass was causing Slave to squirm almost as much as the cock that was deep within her throat. Victor was deep in a trance as he fucked her face. Totally unaware of the orgasm that Slave had, Victor came deep with in her throat. Slave swallowed and enjoyed her new master as he became soft in her mouth. Victor's New Slave Ch. 04 As they ate breakfast, Victor told Slave of the very important client that he would be having over for dinner. "No need to worry about dinner; we will be having my favorite chef and his assistant coming in to make dinner. All you will need to do is to serve the dinner. There is a French Maid's outfit in your wardrobe that you will be expected to wear tonight. This is a very important deal for me, and whatever this man wants, he gets. You understand, don't you?" "Sir," Slave said, "I am here to please you. If it would please you for this man to have his way with me, then I will do as he wishes." Victor paused, he did not know if watching another man have his way with Slave would be pleasing or not, but he knew that this deal was important. Slave would be a pawn used to achieve his goal. "Good Slave, here is what I want you to do." Victor then instructed Slave on the proper ways of greeting his guest, including as she opens the door she should bow, being sure he gets a very nice glimpse of her round globes as she bows. When she takes his coat, she is to rub her chest ever so lightly on his arm. As she leads the way to the library, be sure that he is watching her ass sway provocatively as she walks. Always offer him his drink first, and do not ask what I want, you should know and just make it. In the library, Victor showed Slave the liquor cabinet, told her something about drinks. "Every time I have been with John he always had his drinks straight. Here is the glass that you will use," Victor said as he pointed to the lowball glasses. "This is what you are to prepare for me every time. He pointed to a bottle of Glen Morengy and then to the lowball glass. Victor continued his instructions at the bar, "add three ice cubes and fill it to this point. If that is not the case then there is a book on mixing drinks here. Your homework today is to learn how to mix a drink; you may do this in the parlor and play the piano along with this, but before the day is over, you should know how to make most of the drinks in this book; or at least you are to have a general idea." "Now I will be busy for the afternoon getting ready. Please see to it that you have this book with you at all times. I need you to learn how to mix drinks for your stay here, as this will be one of your duties as my Slave." Victor said as he pushed her out the door. Slave left with her book in hand. Opening to the first page, Slave started her slow process of memorizing each drink as she walked up to her room. In her room she lay on the bed, deciding the plan of action for the day. Victor had told her little and she was nervous that someone so important would be his first houseguest. She decided that she would need at least an hour to prepare herself, and that this left her four hours to study this book. Used to being alone on this floor, Slave headed for the shower. After the shower she toweled off and headed for her room. As she was used to being alone, she did not bring clothing with her and thought that she could just slip in her room. However, when she opened the bathroom door, there standing in front of her was Emilio. He was a tall man with dark features, not unattractive, but no where as handsome a Victor. He dressed in a chef's outfit, and the grin on his face showed that he was obviously enjoying the view. She looked him straight in the eye and sauntered towards her room. Emilio was leaning against one of those doors. "Oh my, you are a beauty, I will have fun with you today," he chuckled. Slave lifted her chin high and walked into her room. As she reached the door handle, she heard him say. "Don't worry little one, I have all the help eating out of my hand, you will be no exception." When Slave turned to look at this man, she was amazed. This man was stroking his cock staring her straight in the eye. "You must be the new Slave," he used the word Slave in a belittling way and looked down on her as he continued. "Remember I am hired help, therefore, I have more status in this house than you. I will be seeing you all day as you run your tired ass into the kitchen, don't worry, you will have this cock rammed tightly up your tight little pussy before the day is over." "In your dreams" was all that Slave said as she strutted in her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Behind the door, she took a deep breath. Could this man, who was obviously the hired help that Victor had spoken of, truly have his way with her? Was she really at his beck and call as well? So many questions ran through Slaves head, but mostly she did not like this man for he was obviously full of himself, and she decided that she would not do his bidding unless Victor told her that this too was part of her responsibilities. After careful consideration, she was sure that Victor would have informed her if she were to play with the cook as well. She opened up the window and looked out at the scenery. Almost in a day dream, she returned in a panic. "Oh my," she thought "I need to get studying." She quickly dressed in a simple green frock and sat by the window. Adding yet another form of alcohol to her new vocabulary Slave took the book and wandered to the sitting room so that she could play a bit on the piano. She was surprised at the bottom of the stairs when she was met once again by Emilio. This time she managed to dodge him by slipping into the library in one quick movement. She silently hoped that he would not be brave enough to follow her in, and was very relieved when he did not. Grabbing a sheet of music from the shelf that Victor led her to last time she was in this room, she sat at the piano to play. Slowly the fingers found their home and the music flowed from her right hand. Then her left hand, soon both hands were playing in unison. The music softly floated through the rooms of the house. The piece was romantic, soft and drifted up and down the keys. Slave enjoyed the piece, her fingers floated with ease to each note, and the music that she made was beautiful. Emilio heard the music that was floating through the air, and stood in awe. As he heard the few errors that were corrected, he realized that it had to be someone playing the piano. He looked over to Angelica and smiled. "Looks like the new one has found the way to Victor's heart - music. Wonder if she knows it yet." Victor too had heard the music. He stopped working for a brief moment and listened. While the sound was muffled through the wall he could tell that she was struggling a bit through the piece. Quietly he slipped through the hidden entrance going from the library to the sitting room. He slipped up behind her and grabbed her tit tightly between his fingers. Slave wanted to scream, but sat there motionless. Then she breathed with relief as she heard Victor speak. "Tell me Slave, what would be in a Singapore Sling." "Sugar, lemon juice, kirsch, and gin, shake and pour over ice. Add club soda to fill glass," Slave recited. "Very good Slave" Victor said as he rolled her nipple between her breast. "Now, I have a lady friend who likes white ladies. What is in that drink?" "Gin, cointreau, and lemon juice, shook with ice and strained into a cocktail glass." Victor was impressed; he grabbed both nipples, and requested "Play for me." And he gently massaged her breasts as the music flowed out of the grand piano. As she played Victor continued to fondle her breasts and she could feel his stiffening member on her spine, she was totally distracted by his movements. But when he leaned down and lifted the hem of her short frock and let his fingers slide up her right thigh and then delved into her wet pussy, her concentration failed and she missed several notes. "Slave, you must learn to concentrate while you are doing a task, no matter what the diversion. I will now leave you so that you can think about this." As quickly as he emerged into the room, he left. Slave finished the piece and sat there. Her body longed for the touch that had so quickly left. With a sigh, she began to read the next section, willing herself to remember the rum drinks. Damn she was horny. She almost preferred the spankings at least they always ended in wild sex afterwards. Somewhat convinced that she knew this section of drinks, she took a break and played the piano piece a little more. Forcing her concentration on the piano, its keys, and the music, she tried not to think about Victor and his wonderful love making. He had left her wanting just moments before and she wanted relief, almost enough to seek out Emilio, but decided against it. As her music flowed through the house and it stirred feelings in both the men in the house. Slave reviewed the gin, bourbon and rum sections as she walked up the stairs to shower in preparation to tonight's event. She knew that the new chef was watching her, and she wiggled her ass a little appreciatively as she sauntered up the steps. She so enjoyed not wearing any panties. When she entered her room she saw the spiked heels and the thigh high nylons on her bed. Guess I am supposed to wear these she thought. Holding the shoes up for closer inspection, she wondered if she would fall flat on her face. The shoes had at least six inch stiletto heels and the leather straps that were to hold them in place looked as if they would snap if she stepped wrong. She slipped them on to see the problems that she would have walking tonight. Standing, she realized that they were not too uncomfortable. Walking towards the mirror she saw the reason for them. Her legs went on and on. And her tiny ass looked all the better. She knew that she had better practice walking as much as possible. The stairs would definitely be a trick in these. She kept the shoes on and grabbed all the necessary things she needed to shower. Obviously, she should not walk nude in the halls today, not with Emilio out there, but her mood was electric. She wanted Emilio to suffer like she did; and for Emilio's prick to want her pussy as much as her pussy wanted Victor's prick. When she walked out the door she was surprised, for it was not Emilio out there but a woman. She smiled at Slave, held out her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, my name is Angelica. Emilio is really quite harmless, he thinks he is Gods gift to women, because he has such a large dick, but in reality, no woman here has ever even given him a second thought. He figured as you were a Slave he could have you. You will have to be careful, but remember, he likes this job as Victor pays really well and is not interested in losing it." "Thank you Angelica, I appreciate it. Do you work here often?" she asked. Angelica just smiled. "I am here to keep Emilio happy, when he can not have the women in this house, he uses me. So, not only do I get paid quite well, I also get fucked many times during the course of an evening. You could do me a favor and make Emilio really horny, and then I would be a very sore but happy woman on the way home tonight." Slave just laughed. "I will do my best to saunter just out of his reach for you, if you promise to help me avoid his touch. I do not believe that my master will be happy with me if I am caught with the his hand on me." "Deal" and she reached out to touch Slave. "I think we can have a wonderful friendship, as Victor entertains often and we are always his first choice." Slave then walked into the bathroom, She was relieved because she now knew that Emilio would not be able to use her as he wished, and that she could have a bit of fun. Perhaps making Emilio horny could be a diversion to her wanting Victor. No longer concerned about Emilio, she focused on getting herself ready for tonight's guest and Victor. After her shower, she added powder that had been left for her and lightly applied a bit of makeup. Not to much but enough to help her eyes stand out a bit more. Looking in the mirror she wondered if this look would please Victor. She rearranged her pert breasts so that the nipples would almost show, pulled her stockings to the same height and checked for final preparations as headed for the door. As she opened the door she saw Victor coming up the stairs. She turned to him, and asked nervously "do I look ok?" Victor stood with his arms folded on his chest; he motioned her to turn around with one quick motion of his hand and just stared. Slowly, Slave turned and then looked at him, waiting for his response. Nothing showed on his face but he motioned for her to come closer. Obediently she followed his command. Victor lightly rubbed his thumb against her nipple. Keeping his face stoic, he was inwardly pleased with the response. That's better," he said, "try to keep them that way. Now, turn around and bend over." Slave obeyed; slowly she turned around and bent at the waist. She was astonished when she felt Victors hand hit her bottom with surprisingly hard force. "You are not finished dressing, in your room, NOW!" With astonishment, Slave walked towards her door. "Yes, that is perfect," Victor thought as he walked behind her. "This will make him think more of getting you under him than of what he should be focusing on, business. And this is the plan of attack for this evening." Slave could only hope that this walk would make Victor want her more. She knew that if she indeed was to get his affection she would have to do as he pleased. This included allowing another to touch her. Not really understanding her feelings she reached for the door and entered. There on the bed, she saw the ruffled panties. She had no idea how she missed them the first time, but Slave picked them up with one finger and turned to face Victor. "You want me to wear these?" she asked. Victor only smiled and nodded. Slave walked into the panties and slowly she lifted them to cover her tight bum. "Now bend over" Victor commanded. Slave turned, and with her legs slightly apart, she bent at the waist. Almost falling she put her hands out for support; thankfully the bed was there to catch her. Victor only watched and pondered. "I want John to see you often from this vantage. When you offer me anything, be sure that he will see more of you each time. As the evening progresses you will be his target and not the deal, but in the end you will be the closer. He gets his way with you; I get the deal that I want. Both will walk away winners. Just understand that you are to focus your attentions on him. I want him to want you so bad that he can think of nothing else." With this he turned around and left. Slave stayed in this position, pondering her fate. If this man were gentle then there would be no problems, but if he were as any of her previous owners, or worse... her fathers friends, she would be in for a miserable time. A silent prayer passed her lips for John to be a kind man. As she looked at the clock, she decided that it was time to meet her fate. She knew he was expected soon and it would never do for her to open the door winded. Slowly she walked down the stairs, practicing her gait with these new shoes. She worked slowly towards the door and back. She met the stare of Emilio and walked to him, challenging him to touch her, knowing that he dare not, as the guest was to be here soon. "See what you are missing?" she said as she pulled her bodice down, exposing a nipple and smiled wickedly at him. Emilio just smiled at her and pulled out his massive cock from under his apron, stroked it up and down and replied, "See what you are missing?" Slave just laughed a hearty laugh and walked towards the door with a saunter as to leave Emilio in lust. As she opened the door, she silently hoped that Angelica would get what she wanted. Slave opened the door with a smile on her face. "Please come in" and she bowed as instructed. But when he was followed by his dog, Slave broke down. Her love for dogs flowed though as she bent to pet the dog. She was startled when the dog licked at her breasts instead of her face and quickly stood. "Sorry, follow me and I will take you to Victor now," she said as she stood. He just looked at her and smiled as the dog now was able to go after his real target, her pussy. Immediately his nose was slipping between her legs. It was cool and wet and she was sure that she still smelled wet from the earlier encounter with Victor. She tried to push his head away but this dog was trained to excite John's women into submission and would not easily give up. John just stood back crossed his arms and admired her interactions with the dog. Slave stood and said to John, "your dog certainly is a friendly one," as she continued to push him back, with little luck. He continued to watch her with a smirk on his face and thought that she would be fun. "May I take your coat?" she asked, still trying to discourage the dog off of her pussy, with no luck. "He certainly has taken a liking to you," John said as he handed her his coat. "Excuse me? Oh, I see, yes I think he has. Sorry about that. Victor is this way, please follow me." As she walked toward the den the dog pranced behind her, his nose in her ass. This made Slaves step a bit livelier, and it made John excited to watch. Slave did her best to ignore the dog but when his tongue licked her between the legs she let out a little squeak. From the chuckle she heard behind her, it was clear that John enjoyed this game. Slave focused on 'Please him at all costs' that Victor had commanded her to do earlier. She knocked on the door. When Victor instructed, she opened the door, announced John to Victor who was sitting behind his desk, looking very formidable and powerful. As John walked past Slave, he said, "you smell wonderful, and it is not your perfume but you musk." He whistled and his dog obediently went to his side. Following Victor's orders, she offered them drinks. Poured his like a pro and handed it to him, as she was instructed, showing him her breasts that were almost to the point of falling out. When she bent over to hand Victor his drink, she heard the dog whimper. This alarmed her a bit, but she took it with stride. Slave asked in a very sexy voice, "is there anything else I can do for you?" as She looked directly at John. His eyebrow shot up and she was sure that the look on his face was something about sucking his cock, but when Victor dismissed her to fetch the hors d'oeuvres; she walked lustfully out the door. In the kitchen, she picked up the tray of hors d'oeuvres. She could tell from the smile on Angelica's face that Emilio had just finished with her, but when she looked at Emilio, she felt his stare undress her. Close enough to the door to do nothing about it. She could tell that his lust for her was strong, but she also knew that she did not have to allow his touch. Instead she ran her hand seductively down her body, starting at her mouth and touching her breast on the way. Finishing with her hips, she lifted her skirt. "Dream about this" was all she said as she lightly spanked her ass with her free hand and walked out the door with the tray in the other hand. Once outside of the kitchen, Slave listened at the door. Emilio quickly became hard and looked to Angelica for relief. Angelica had come to understand this look and her pussy became excited with anticipation. Silently, she thanked Slave, she had never been brave enough to ask for such help from any other of Victor's friends, but she and Slave would become friends. Emilio simply walked up to Angelica, grabbed her tit in his hand and pulled it out of her top. Sucking deeply on her chest, Angelica reached under his apron to find his ever hard cock and toyed with it. It was relief that Emilio sought as he bit her nipple. When she pulled away it was more than he could take, he wanted her more now that Slave had rejected him and he grabbed her hair. Using her hair he forced her breast to his lips once again. This time when she tried to pull away he was ready, and he bit it hard enough to hold her in place. "You are my whore and are to do my bidding. I want you on your hands and knees like a bitch should be." With a tug of her hair, she was forced to pull away from his mouth and down on her knees. Pulling the apron to one side he took his cock and put it right out of reach of her greedy mouth. Victor's New Slave Ch. 04 "You want my cock, admit it you slut," he demanded of her. "Oh Emilio, your cock is the best cock in town, I want it on me and in me, fill me with your manhood." Angelica told him as she tried to lick at his cock. "Turn around bitch, show me your drenched pussy that is wanton for my cock" Angelica turned around, unbent her legs and pulled her cheeks apart, showing Emilio the thing that he needed. Her pussy was very wet and very ready to be pounded. She knew that he wanted relief and that it was not her that he was wishing for, but perhaps in time he would want her for who she is, not just a hole to fill when he is rejected by the women in this house. "Fuck my wet pussy Emilio, rip me apart with your massive cock" Tucking his apron in, Emilio grabbed Angelicas hips and took. Hard and fast he fucked Angelica's bottom. Outside the door, Slave smiled and headed for the den. When Slave reached the door, she followed Victor's instructions and knocked. As Victor bid her to enter, she walked into the den with the tray on her hand. Carefully placing the tray on both her hands, with her arms she created a perfect cleavage, one she knew he could not miss. As she offered an hors d'oeuvre to John, she was pleased that he was engrossed with her chest, and longed to reach and taste this first, but kept himself in check. As she stood, she pressed her chest closer to him, almost willing him to touch, and then stood and turned towards Victor. When she offered the tray to Victor, careful to have her legs spread a bit, she slowly bent at the waist, being sure to keep the long legs straight and ran a hand from her knee to her ass, lifting her panties a bit to show off her nice firm ass. Victor approved and winked at Slave as he saw John's gaze firmly affixed to Slaves bottom. She then set the tray down on a near-by table and looked at the two gentlemen. Staring directly at John she asked, "Is there anything else that you wish?" John simply squirmed a bit in his seat and looked at her. Slave then looked over to Victor, who said, "for the moment we are fine, but if this changes, I will ring." Slave curtsied and walked out, putting a finger to her wiggling ass in a way that would be suggestive to both men. As she left, she heard the dog whimper and she smiled. Time went in a snail's pace, as Slave waited for something to do. She was bored, but knew that the piano would be heard in the next room and had never asked Victor if her playing would interrupt them, so she chose to sit in the library and read. With out looking she pulled out a book from the shelf, opened a page and looked at the words. Before she knew what she was reading, she was in the midst of a very heavy steamy love scene. The man was holding her face and kissing her softly, taking it deeper. His hand had reached to cup her breast, gently lifting them to his lips and held them firmly in his lips. Slave found her hand going to her breast as she read the hot scene. The buzzing of the bell caused Slave to jump right out of her seat. Quickly she returned the book to its shelf and walked into the den. "Slave," Victor said in a very serious tone, "We need you to take off your panties." Slave turned to Victor, and took her panties slowly down her legs, she was sure that John was staring at her pussy, and she was also sure that it was wet from the section of the story that she had just read. Slowly she walked out of the panties and stood. Handing them to Victor, she asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Victor motioned her closer and when she complied, he grabbed her nipples squeezing them hard and to complete erections. He then pulled down the bodice to show off her nice pert breasts. "Now go and show yourself to our friend." Slave walked over to John, unsure of his thoughts except it was to touch. He reached his hand to her breasts and touched, amazed at the firm nipples he pulled her closer and took one in his mouth. He bit it, hard enough to make Slave jump and was for reasons unknown extremely pleased that she did not like his touch. She was also aware that this man was not one to please but one that would do all that was necessary to please himself. For a brief moment fear passed over her eyes. John caught this and was very happy. He then told her to turn around so that he could see her other side. She turned and as she looked in Victors eyes, she was sure that he saw her nervousness. Victor merely instructed her with an action to bend over. She jumped a bit when she felt the finger inserted into her wet pussy, and the smell had the dog whimpering at her side. Not sure what emotion this struck in her. She thought that the feel of his tongue would be pleasant. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted as John took his finger out of her pussy and slammed it into her ass. John then nodded to Victor. Victor, speaking to Slave, said "you are to be tonight's prey. Here, hand your panties to the dog." Slave, with a look of fear on her face, looked disbelieving at Victor and said with a level voice, "and what am I supposed to do." As she turned to hand over her panties, the look on John's face set off so many alarms that she wanted to run now. Instead she listened to the rules of the game. We are giving you a ten minute head start. You are to be on foot, and my dog, Killer, will come after you. If we find you in 30 minutes, I have my way with you, if not, I lose and will not touch you. Knowing that she was the Slave and there was nothing that she could do to stop this, she asked' "so I am to be tracked like a coon? And what other rules are there in this game of yours?" John merely smiled. "Everything goes. I would, however, suggest that if you want to win, you should get going soon. Oh, and the house is off bounds. You may go anywhere else that you wish. Good luck." Grabbing the shoes that were on her feet, she ripped them off and tossed them to Victor. With an angry look on her face, she left and went out the back door. Having looked out the window many times before, she knew that there were two small sheds near by; she headed for the first one. She did not want to be trapped in here, but thought that it might divert the dog for a bit if he believed that she was in there. So she quickly squatted and left a mark at the door. She then fled out the back door. Running with all her might, she found a small stream and remembered much from her reading of "Where the Red Fern Grows". Water, he will not be able to find me in water. She ran down stream as fast as she could; only getting out where a tree was low enough for her to climb up. Silently she thanked the small amount of childhood that she spent playing in the woods, with her friends, playing hide and seek. She may not have a big chance, but she had a chance and was not going to throw this away. She did not want this man having his way with her for he was scary. Meanwhile, the dog barked at the back door, he knew he had something to chase and could only wait until the door opened. Ten minutes later, when Victor finally opened the door, Killer bolted out the door and headed for the shed. When he smelled her strong odor that she left behind, he stopped and barked. It took a full five minutes for the men to reach the shed and another 3 minutes for them to break down the barricaded door. Once inside, the dog sniffed the wet spot and howled. John turned to Victor and said, "You have a smart one here. This makes me happy, and the deal more interesting." As they reached the back door, again the dog bolted. When he reached the water, he paced back and forth, trying in desperation to catch the scent again. It was nowhere that he could find, and when the men met him again, John just smiled. He loved a good chase, but he still had 15 minutes to find her. She had to be tired and she would eventually make a mistake. Feeling for a breeze, he figured that she too would have done this and went with the breeze to avoid being caught. Slave heard the dog as he neared. She knew that they had passed her first detour, but because she heard the dog as it barked, she could tell that it had not yet picked up her scent. She climbed the trees for as far as she could to get away from the bank and now headed for the second shed. She knew that this would not stop the dog the second time and thought better of it. How the hell does one escape from a trained dog she wondered. When she reached the shed, she was pleased with the tree that lay on top. She got on top of the shed and again peed. Not knowing if it would help. She then climbed up the tree and took a deep breath. Scanning the country side quickly, she saw a small canyon and only hoped that it was tall enough for her to scale and the dog not able to jump. Time, she needed more time. She then heard the dog as it picked up the scent. "SHIT" she cried. With new determination she picked up her speed and ran as fast as possible towards the canyon. She was right, the dog did not fall for her trick this time, but ran around in a circle around the building, he then picked up her scent and followed. Seeing the wall of the canyon brought some relief but she knew that the dog was still on her heels and would soon be catching up to her. As she got closer, she started to look for the place that would have the greatest handhold and the best place to climb. She saw in the corner. Small rocks lined the area and she was sure that she could get up. Grabbing the rock, her leg scraped along the wall, seeking desperately for a ledge to hold on to. Fighting for stability, she clung to the ledge. When the dog barked directly behind her, she jumped for safety. Scrambling for anything to hold on to, her only hope was that time was on her side as she slid down the rock ledge and fell into tears. Killer nudged at her, trying to get between her legs, at first she pushed him away, but as his tongue continued to lick her pussy, it caused it to become excited. Pushing at his face again, she yelled "Get out of here you fucking mutt," through her tears. Being trained, he did not leave but continued the push to get between her legs. As she continued to struggle, she stood and tried once again to reach the canyon wall. His rough tongue felt good but she did not think that her master's friend would feel this way so she tried to get away. Fumbling for a new hand hold, she reached again for a place to pull herself up. But when Slave tried to bring her leg up, she stopped. Her ankle felt the light bit of Killer's teeth. "What to do?" Trying to pull her foot seemed to be a bad idea, as she felt Killers teeth tighten on her ankle. When she felt him tug on her she knew that her choices were limited. Either she pull her ankle and hope he would not take off her foot, or to climb back down. After careful thought, she believed that he would not let go so she reluctantly allowed her body to descend once again to the floor of the canyon. When Slave reached the bottom, killer released her leg. Fight turned to flight and she turned around to see if she could find an escape route. As she did so, the dog's nose, wet with perspiration from the run, reached between her legs. Absent-mindedly she pushed his head, trying to get away, but he only pushed her hard against the wall, butted his head between her legs, forcing her to spread her legs. Slave had no choice, and with her legs parted the dog feasted on her pussy. It surprised her how much she enjoyed this sensation, but ever present was the question of how to escape. It was here that the men found her. The dog had gotten on his hind legs and had his tongue and nose on her pussy. She was trying to climb the wall, but he managed to put a paw on her leg and stop the decent. Suddenly his paw left her and he went to sit down. With excitement and her adrenaline flowing, she tried to once again climb the steep wall only this time she was stopped by a hand. It grabbed her thigh and a finger was inserted into her wet pussy and a thumb was inserted into her ass. This is the grasp that pulled her down from the wall, forcing her to obey. She knew she had been bested and only wondered how much time had elapsed; it seemed like hours. Victor's heart went out to her, as he saw her tear stained face and the blood on her feet, legs, and hands from the chase, John on the other hand just looked at his watch and smiled. "29 minutes. It is your lucky day Slave, you get me." With that he grabbed her wrists tied one end of the rope around her wrists and the other end on a low branch on a nearby tree. Slave was too tired to fight. She just stood there with a blank stare on her face. John was saying something but she was not listening and soon felt the dogs leash as it whipped her back. "Well, now that I have your attention. You need to position yourself for me. First my dog will be sure to lick your pussy clean. So bend at the waist and spread your legs apart, wide." Slave did not know what to do. She looked at Victor who was a little appalled by his actions, but at the same time stood to gain millions for a few hours if she would only follow his instructions. With mixed emotions, he simply nodded and she, the Slave, obeyed. Slave held on to the ropes that tied her hands to the tree, hoping that this could save her tender wrists from the burn of the rope, and then bent at the waist. As she spread her legs she heard a whistle and even before she was aware of what was happening, the dog was at her pussy, licking franticly. Unsure as to why this happened, Slave became excited. The texture of the rough tongue on her pussy caused her to flow and the flowing of her moisture caused the dog to lick faster. Soon her head was lifted by the hair and in front of her was a very large cock. Fear shot through her body as she knew that this would soon be down her throat but even more fear as she realized that this to would be in every other hole in her body before the night was over. She hoped that Victor would get what he wanted because she would not be able to move tomorrow. John tugged at her hair, pulling her head back and slapped her face with his cock. "Open" was all he said as he slapped her face once again. With her mouth open, John rammed his cock deep down her throat. An evil chuckle escaped his lips as he felt her throat try violently to remove the cock. More, he wanted more and looked at the dog, who was now busy lapping up her pussy. Then the dog stopped, for no real reason that she was aware of. But her body leaned back for more. John laughed are her lustful state and said. "I believe you are ready for me now Slave. Do you want to feel my cock as it rips you in two?" Slave stayed still, she did not dare to say no, but could not bring herself to say yes either. John just pulled his cock out of his mouth, and walked behind Slave. Grabbing her hips, he thrust his cock deep in her pussy, moaning loudly as his shaft was completely buried deep with in her tight well. Holding her hips, John repeatedly thrust his massive dick deep within Slaves wet hole. He was excited more as Slave began to beg for this to end. He was indeed doing as he promised and attempting to rip her in two. It did not take long for John's cock to spill over into Slaves warm wet pussy. As he pulled out, he simply motioned for his dog to go there and clean her up. John then slammed his now semi-soft cock in Slaves mouth. "Clean me off Slave, I do not want your juices on my body." Slave had no choice but to behave. She licked and cleaned Johns cock the best she could. When she was finished, and the dog had licked her to the point of cleanliness no longer being the issue, she heard the whistle. The dog retreated and sat next to her, and she heard John say, "Hey Victor, bet you could use a chance at her little pussy. As I have finished with that hole, feel free to pound it for a bit." Victor did not know if he should be appalled or not, but his cock was rigid and in desperate need of relief. With his little head leading the way, Victor stood behind Slave and rammed her pussy, hard and fast until he felt release. This was followed by the dog's tongue, 'cleaning her up'. Slave felt both used and violated, but she knew that this was only the beginning. And this was confirmed when she heard john say, "I am hungry, let us take this Slave home to feed us." as he untied the rope from the tree but not from her hands. "Come pretty lady, let us get you home, let you wash up a bit and then you can feed us." Slave knew that to not go willingly would cause the rope to be used to pull her along so she walked closely behind the men. She heard them talk business as if she had not just been chased through the forest and been caught and then fucked by both men. Next time she has the chance, she is going to learn the area and scout for ways of getting away. One of those many books in Victor's library has to have something about catching prey; perhaps there would be something to be learned so that she would not be caught next time. She would not find herself in this situation ever again. Upon getting back to the house, they brought her into the den and untied the rope. John said, "Now, refill our drinks. As she was about to leave, John stopped her. Handing her the panties and instructed her. "get the shoes too, I want to see you like you were at the door, you can let us know when dinner is ready." As Victor handed her the shoes he said, "There is another outfit in the wardrobe." Slave strutted out the door with shoes and panties in hand. She was sore and already her body ached from the rigorous run and active fucking. When she reached her bed, she so wanted to lay down, but knew that she did not dare. Instead she grabbed more stockings and headed for the shower. The hot water, as it ran over her weary body, felt like a bit of heaven, lavishing as long as she dared. She then dressed and carried her shoes down the steps, knowing that she would rather not wear them at all; she chose to wear them only when she had to. Peeking into the kitchen, she asked "is dinner ready, they want to eat now." Emilio just nodded and said that now would be fine. When Slave reached the den, she looked at the shoes and with trepidation, she put them on. She was right; her feet were raw from running barefoot, something that would never happen again. Tennis shoes would be placed outdoors as soon as she could. She then knocked on the door, when she was told to enter, she told the men that dinner was ready and that they could eat now. John immediately got up, and told Slave "Wait, I want to gaze on you once more. Okay Slave, you lead the way, and I want you to show me how much you want my cock up that tight ass of yours". Almost in tears, Slave walked carefully on her toes. As if she had no pain, the men watched her ass and body sway very provocatively. When she reached the dinning room she opened the door and stood there, holding open the door. John grabbed her tits as he walked past, squeezing the nipples with both hands to a very fast and firm erection. "Nice... very nice." Victor did not have the courage to look at Slave, instead he just walked in the room and sat. Slave realized that he may have some remorse for this and she only hoped that the deal that they had worked out was worth all this pain. Before them the salad was already in place, and she took her spot in the corner, waiting for them to finish their salads. At the right time, she walked into the kitchen to get the next course for dinner. Exchanging them like a pro, she left with the finished dishes. "Slave, when you return" she heard John say, "come back with something slippery. I want your ass to be very willing for my cock. Oil or something like that would be perfect, and Olive Oil is my choice." Victor's New Slave Ch. 04 Slave knew that she was not given a choice really, so she grabbed the bottle that Victor had used on her as she set the dishes down. Emilio saw her and realized that she had gone through something, it tugged at his heart and he thought it best to leave her be for a moment. As she entered the room, she set the bottle of oil next to John and started towards the chair in the corner, John stopped her. "Slave, come here, I want you to bend over, I need your ass to be all oiled up for my cock, as it is ready to have some fun between the next courses." As Slave walked over to the table he instructed her, "take off those panties and bend over the table next to me". Slave quietly obeyed. But when she was in the position that was instructed of her, John said, "No, I do not like this, instead, I want you to sit on the other side. I want Victor to fill your ass with this oil; I want to play with your tits." Slave took the oil and brought it to Victor, she then positioned herself anew. This time she arched her back sticking her ass in the air for Victor to fill and left her breasts up so that John could play at will. Victor was a bit angered at this turn of events, he did not want to be ordered around, but when he saw the ass in front of him, he knew that he would not mind. Slave certainly had a pleasant ass, he thought. Victor took the bottle and placed it in her ass, hoping that some would fall into her ass before he started to insert his fingers to loosen her up beautiful anus. John just ate dinner and occasionally pinched a nipple, keeping them erect, as Victor began to insert his finger up her ass, smearing the oil. Holding her ass open, he poured more oil and again played, moving the oil as best he could. He them smeared it on her ass all over, making her ass completely slippery as it was this morning for him. He continued to fill her with oil as John ate and randomly pinched her nipples. Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Emilio watched what was happening on the closed circuit TV that was in the room. Intrigued by the way that Slave slowly bent over, exposing her ass, not only to Victor but to the kitchen as well. His hand started to stroke his ever hard member as he wished it were he that Slaves pretty little ass was getting lubed up for. Just then, Angelica happened to be passing, the vision of the oil as it dripped on Slaves ass caused her to bump into Emilio. Without thought, Emilio put Angelica in the same position over the table. Before she knew what was happening, oil was being drizzled upon her ass and worked into the tender bud. Angelica tensed, she did not want this intrusion, she could tell that Slave was only tolerating this and she did not think that she would like it either. "No you don't" Angelica said, "Even I have my limits". Emilio just pushed her back down on the table and held her firmly in place with one hand as his other hand applied a liberal dose of oil. When he inserted his finger up to the last knuckle, as he had seen Victor do, Angelica moaned. No one had ever dared that hole, and she was surprised that it was not as bad as she thought it would be. As the finger began to go in and out, Emilio let go of her back and took the oil with his other hand. Dripping more oil as his finger worked further in and out of her small flower. Soon Emilio could tell that Angelica was enjoying this as her ass started to move opposite of his finger. With more oil on his hand, he pushed the second finger into her waiting ass. As he glanced at the monitor, he saw Victor insert a second finger and then the thumb to Slaves ass. As his hand seemed drenched in the oil, his other hand rubbed the oil around and played with Slaves pussy, now wet from the oil and her own juices. Victors cock grew as he performed this act for John. He knew that Slave could enjoy this, but he very much doubted that John was concerned with her pleasure. As he removed his hand from her pussy, he pushed in a second thumb and started to stretch Slaves ass open further, pulling them apart to stretch her ass. When her moan sounded like pain, his fingers found her clit to play with. He was amazed at the response. Immediately, Slaves moan went from pain to pleasure ant then back to pain. When he looked up, he saw the evil grin on Johns face and could see that his hand was under Slave, most likely pinching her nipple, and hard. Emilio did not need to see what Johns hand was doing to Slave, he could hear her scream and knew that he was not being gentle in any extreme. This caused Emilio to realize that he needed to be kind to Angelica, and he took his cue from Victor. While inserting his fingers deep in Angelicas ass, his thumb played with her clit. Emilio could take no more, and he took his strong member to Angelicas rose bud. Slowly, he pushed it against her, and was surprised when Angelicas ass pushed back at him. Amazed, Emilio no longer looked at the screen but watched in glory as Angelicas ass swallowed his cock, inch by inch. Applying oil as he went in, Emilio began to fuck Angelicas back end. The tightness was intense and he knew that he would not be able to maintain this for long. Sliding his oiled fingers under angelica, he found her clit and played. Soon both Angelica and Emilio came. When John finished his dinner, he said, "I think that she is ready now". And to Slave he said, "I want you to bring that pretty little ass over here, it is time for my cock to go home. It should slide with ease now". As he was saying this, victor was applying a new coat of oil in and around her buttocks. He then gently slapped Slaves ass and said "Over you go now. Show John what a tight ass you have. Knowing that she really had no choice, Slave stood and walked around the table. She stood in front of John, looking down at his big cock in horror. "Bend over Bitch, you know you want this cock rammed so deep that it will be coming out your mouth", John said as he stood. Standing behind her, he spanked her ass hard enough for the sound to travel throughout the room. "Spread your ass cheeks, how do you expect me to find the object of my cock's desire. As he looked down, he liked the red ass and for no real reason, he spanked the other side, even harder. As Slave had not reached behind to spread her cheeks, he backhanded her ass, leaving his finger marks. Finally Slaves hands reached her tender ass and spread the cheeks, John could take no more, so he grabbed a handful of hair and held firmly as he pounded his cock all the way in Slaves tight ass. Relishing the feel of the muscles as they desperately tried to remove the cock. John just remained still for a bit and then he bounced his cock hard into her ass. For what ever reasons, she was a bit thankful that Victor had the insight to stretch her some, but the cock that had been rammed in her ass stung like nothing she had ever felt before. When she screamed in anguish, John only laughed and fucked her ass raw. Harder John fucked Slave. Mercilessly he rammed her brown hole. Totally oblivious to the fact hat this caused Slave pain and that she was crying, or was it because of this, John fucked harder and faster. Furiously he took and when he came it was with an intensity that filled the room. "I can tell that you liked that Slave, and because I am so nice, I am going to cum again." John chuckled evilly. And with that he started to push again. His cock, which did not have the time to shrink, was being used again. This time, he did not cum as quickly, but instead he continued his controlled entrance into Slaves sore bottom. Grunting like a mad man, he plundered and rammed. Slave's tears had begun to dry, and her body became numb to the abuse that it was feeling. John slapped Slaves well oiled ass hard, and relished her jump. He was still holding her hair and pulled this hard. This caused Slave to bend awkwardly at the waist and his cock that was being rammed deep within her well kept her in this position, pushing her bottom down with each pump of Johns cock. John began to ride her like one would a bull, holding her hair so that he would not fall off and with each thrust he bounced back. "woo hoo, ride 'em cowboy" he said as he continued to penetrate. Then John just stayed still and pulled Slaves hair, forcing her to do all the work. Taking his hand, he swatted her ass "Faster bitch, I want you fuck me now." Every time Slave tried to slow down, John used his free hand on her now very red ass. Just then Angelica came into the room to remove the dishes from the table. As she was leaving, she dropped the napkin off the plate. Bending to pick this up, John could see her ass that was very wet with oil and her pussy that was almost oozing with Emilio and her cum. The sight was too much and instantly sent John's cock into convulsions. Pulling out, John looked at Slaves stretched out hole. Smiling, he sat satisfied. Then he reached over and slapped Slave's ass once more. "I want dessert and for you to come and wash me off". Upon reaching the kitchen, Angelica went to her and held a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry" was all she could say. She then washed Slaves tear streaked face with a warm washcloth and handed her the desert tray. "I will need this", she said as she walked out of the room with the wash cloth in hand. Setting the dishes in front of the men, she then crawled under the table and began to wash Johns cock. When she finished, he stood, zipped up his pants, and whistled to the dog. "It's been a great time tonight Victor, let me know the next time you need something" he said as he looked straight into Slaves eyes. It was only her tough background that had her holding her ground and she simply just stared back at John. It was not until John and Victor had left the room that Slave sat in the chair and crumbled. This is how Victor found her. "Why don't you head to bed, you have had a rough night. Sleep in as late as you need. See you in the afternoon." Victor said as he removed the shoes from her feet. Carefully, he picked her up and brought her to her room. As she lay down, he patted her hair and left. As she heard the door close behind her, she curled into a fetal position and cried herself to sleep. Victor's New Slave Ch. 05 Victor pushed a button on the wall and Slave watched with interest as the tapestry on the wall began to move to the right. There on the left side was a door. As Victor opened the door, he motioned for Slave to enter. It was dark and smelled a bit musty, but she entered the doorway, turning back to Victor, certainly he did not want her to go down the dark stairs. "There is a light switch on your left" he said and left her to fumble in the darkness to find it. Turning it on, Slave looked down the somewhat brighter stairwell. Taking a deep breath she started to descend what must have been twenty five steps. When she entered the dark cavern it was immediately lit with spotlights in certain areas, the bright light spilled into the room making it evident to her that this room was used for sex; from the looks of the room it was meant as a room of sexual torture. Slave just stood at the bottom of the stairs and tried to absorb the room. Each direction she looked she saw a spot light and under each spot light was something that could hold a person down. Slave had no doubt that this room had been the sight of many an orgy. Slave was unaware that she had stopped. "Motion detectors," Victor said as he led her in the room. Her confusion and innocence pulled on Victors Groin. Taking her hand he led her to one of the bright lights. He positioned her under the light and sat her in the edge of what appeared to slave as a swing. Lifting her right leg, he attached the rigid pole to her thighs with a strap and then did the same with the left. The poles were attached to the ropes that held the swing and this caused her legs to spread apart and show off her pussy. This made Slave feel very vulnerable and a bit nervous. "Hang on," Victor said as he turned the switch; slowly she was lifted to a height that would make it easy for him to enter her. Slave grabbed hold of the ropes tighter as she was lifted from the floor. Victor swung Slave around so that she faced the room. She sat there, in awe of all the devices that were in here, as he stood behind her he reached around and grabbed her right nipple and pinched it with enough force to make her jump. Her reaction made Victors cock stir in his pants. He reached over and put his mouth on the other nipple, lightly biting it and sucking it inward. This time she did not jump, instead she arched her back, almost willing him to continue. Biting harder on her nipple at the same time as his hand pinched the other, Slave moaned. Victor turned her around. "Slave, undo my pants," he commanded. Slave looked at the perch she was on, and afraid to move she played with ways that she could accomplish this seemingly difficult feat. Whenever she removed her hand from the swing, she would start to fall backwards. Looking into Victors face, Slave could see that he was amused and this only added to the frustration. Leaning as far forward as the constraints on her legs would allow, she grabbed hold of victors waistband. Here at least she did not think she would fall off, but the position seemed awkward to her all the same. Slowly she managed to undo his pants, wondering what she could hold on to once the pants fell. Victor provided the answer as he placed his hand on her back and pushed her downward, forcing her mouth on his cock. Afraid to fall, Slave grabbed hold of his hips and began to eagerly lap up his manhood. Long slow strokes followed by quick frantic bobs soon had Victor at full size. Victor moaned with pleasure as her mouth created a bond with his cock. Victor grabbed her shoulders and lifted her. While her mouth felt good, he knew that this swing was perfect for fucking and this is where his mind was. Hanging on to her thighs, Victor pulled her to his cock and was happy as his cock slid easily into her hot wet pussy. The heat of her pussy excited Victor and he rammed his cock deep in her pussy time and time again. Each time he pulled her in, she bounced off his body, only to be pulled in tight once again. Slave held the swing tightly as she tightened all her muscles. The friction and speed brought her excitement and it showed in the way that she accepted Victor, eagerly holding his cock for as long as she was able, moaning each time she left and screaming each time she returned. This caused Victor to explode with such a force that he thought that his cum alone would force her to be tossed across the room. He held her in place as his cock emptied into her and then he grabbed hold of a nipple in his mouth and sucked it deep in his mouth as the last of his sperm filled her cavern. After resting a bit, Victor untied slave and walked her over to the bidet where he sat her down and cleaned her. Slave enjoyed the water as it shot up her pussy and moaned when the water stopped. This caused Victor to laugh and to turn it on again. "You like this don't you?' he asked. Slave, unused to having anyone do something just for her smiled shyly at Victor, "it tickles" she said amidst the giggles. Victor than helped her up and brought her over to another lit area. Slave just looked down at the contraption in front of her. Not really sure what was to happen here, she just looked with a confused state at Victor, waiting for his direction. "Kneel in the middle of this," Victor said as he gently pushed her in position. From here, he knelt beside her and began to tie her ankles on the set of straps at her feet and then her wrists were tied in securely. Slave found herself on her elbow and her knees. From behind Victor took her hair, which seemed to be conveniently in a pony tail, and pulled it, forcing her head up. He tied her hair to a rod that was placed behind her. She jumped when she felt the cold dildo being inserted into her pussy. Kneeling in front of Slave, Victor put his cock to her mouth. "Make it hard," he said. Slave, in shock just looked up into Victors eyes. But this was nothing compared to the look he received when the riding crop hit her ass. "Suck my cock Slave" he said again as he lifted his arm to administer another slap to her ass. Slave not wanting to feel the sting of that again eagerly latched on to his cock, taking the soft flesh deep in her mouth and licking at it with her tongue. As she felt the riding crop that Victor was rubbing on her red spot on her ass she began to lick more aggressively. As he began to grow, Slave could no longer hold the cock in her mouth and started to bob back and forth. This of course made the dildo bob in and out of her pussy. Slave liked this and moved faster on Victors cock. Victor took the riding crop that was in his hand and began to rub Slaves ass. Running the edge over her anus caused Slave to suck harder on Victors cock. It did not take but a second for victor to put these two together and continue. Pressing on Slave's back with his other hand, he slowly brought his other hand lower, setting the riding crop to the side in case it would be needed later. As he reached under, he was able to take some of Slaves wetness from her dripping pussy up to her ass, rubbing it around the rim of her ass; he enjoyed the sensation of Slaves mouth as she sucked more eagerly on his cock. After a few minutes of this, Victor had brought up enough of her juice to make her ass good and wet. Putting his finger at the entrance he pushed inward. When he felt the resistance he stopped, but only for a second. With minor force he pushed his finger deeper into her ass. Slave swallowed Victors Cock deep as his finger continued to force entrance. When there was no place for her head to go, his finger pushed all the way up inside her ass. Victor was not content with this, so he took his cock from her mouth, walked behind her, pulled out the fucking rod that was dripping wet and placed his cock there, all the while his finger stayed nestled safely inside of her tight brown hole. For a moment he was content with his cock causing friction against her pussy. But this time he knew he wanted this to last. Taking a butt plug from the shelf to the side, he began to slide in on Slave's clit, giving it the moisture it would need to slide in her ass with ease as he continued to fuck her cunt slowly. When it had obtained all the moisture he felt it would need, he removed his finger and placed the plug at her back door. When it was about half an inch inside of her ass he turned the vibrator on. Not only could he feel the vibrations on his cock but he also felt the tightening of Slave's pussy. As he continued the gentle strokes of his cock, he pushed the ever fattening plug home. Victor thought of control, willed it upon himself, but when he felt Slave's pussy cum around his cock he could control no more. Eagerly he pushed harder against her backside. And between the screams of Slave and the vibrator in her ass, Victor spilled into her pussy. When the last drop had spilled out of his cock, he undid the restraints at her ankles. With his cock and the vibrating plug still in place, he reached over to undo the restraints at her wrists. With one final thrust, he pulled out keeping the plug in place. Slave was lifted to an upright position and brought to the bidet once more. This time she knew what would be happening; eagerly she squatted over the open faucet and giggled when Victor applied the water. This inwardly pleased Victor and he left it on extra long, watching his Slave enjoy this. Something tugged at him, not really sure what it was, but he only stood there smiling at this woman who was acting like a little girl at the candy store, as she moved back and forth from her ass to her pussy. When she looked at him, he wondered, am I getting feelings for her? "Slave, bend over, it is time to remove the plug." Victor said in a calm voice. Slave stood, bent at the waist, put her hands on her knees, and offered Victor her ass. Softly Victor touched the place where the riding crop had left its mark. He was sorry that he had used this and decided that he would not use something that harsh on Slave again. Pulling the plug from her ass, he was pleased to see that this had spread her anus open. This gave him an idea of what he wanted next. Setting Slave once again on the bidet, he sprayed her ass clean. Lifting her to a standing position, and led her to another device. This time it was a bit clearer what as to happen. This looked to be sort of a couch; the restraints were at the sides. Slave knew she would need no restraints, but would willingly do what Victor wanted, but knowing that Victor wanted the restraints she put her self down on this fuck couch and allowed him to pull her and put her as he pleased. When she was all tied in, Victor lifted Slave at the hips and inserted an additional cushion under them. Pushing down on her back, Slave realized that her ass was high in the air and that Victor seemed pleased. Softly she wiggled it to show Victor that it pleased her that he enjoyed her. In this position, he felt that she looked to want a spanking. He knew that other spankings had gotten her and him if he were to be completely honest, very horny. With no thought at all, his hand was raised and came down hard on her ass. Slave jumped up, but Victor only pushed down on her back, forcing her ass to remain in the air. His hand stayed on her back as he continued to swat her ass. With each slap, her ass reddened. Wondering what the effect this was having on his slave, his hand reached between her pussy, the moisture would have been there no matter what, after all he had just filled this hot hole twice, but her loud moan gave it away. Again Victor slapped her red ass and again he marveled at her red ass. Then Victor got up and stood in front of Slave. From here he tapped her ass like a bongo, not hard but playfully as his cock dangled in Slave's face. Eagerly she reached for his cock with her tongue and was rewarded with his cock deep in her mouth. Reaching over, he pulled out a bullet from the side drawer. Turning it on, he inserted it deep in her pussy with his thumb. The vibrations sent Slave over the edge and she came almost instantly. As she did, her mouth tightened on Victors cock, making it hard once again. Victor looked down at his dick going in and out of her mouth, enjoying the view as she nibbled, licked, sucked and coddled him. Soon he found himself going in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. Reaching over to the drawer again, he took out a bottle of oil. Applying a generous amount to her ass he began to slowly work his fingers in and out, stretching her first with one finger, adding another and then one more. With three fingers deep in her ass he pulled his cock from her mouth and watched as her lips reached for the warmth of his body that had just been removed. Just because it was so tempting, he swatted her ass and watched the finger marks began to glow red. This pleased Victor, but he continued to walk to her behind. Removing his fingers, he set the head of his cock at her ass and slowly pressed inward. To his amazement she pushed her ass up to greet him. With the oil and the opened ass his rod slid home with ease. Victor slapped Slaves ass and was rewarded with her tightening her muscles. With a loud moan, he pushed his cock in and out slowly. Feeling the vibrator through the thin wall of membrane between her pussy and her ass made it more difficult to control himself. Faster and faster he moved watching her ass swallow him whole. When he removed his cock he smiled to himself as he say that her hole was stretched and that she was leaning backwards, begging for more. Grabbing her pony tail, he rammed her hard and deep, moving faster. When she screamed, his first thought was that he had caused her pain, but soon he realized that she had allowed herself the pleasure of release. Her scream was compounded with one of the strongest orgasms he had seen to date. Not sure how to prolong this for her, he slowed his rhythm down and was surprised when she whispered, "faster, fuck me faster. Oh God, please do not stop... harder." Needing no more encouragement, Victor slammed into her ass with everything that was left inside of him. He felt her ass tighten as her orgasm increased. Nothing could hold him back and soon Slave felt his cum splash the walls of her ass. She climaxed soon after. Victor lay on top of Slave, too exhausted to move. The feel of her body under his made him sigh. He could not remember feeling so content before and wondered just how much of her was getting to him. Both confused and content stayed with him as he laid there. Slowly he rose, pulling Slave with him. With his arm on her waist he brought her once again to the bidet and sat her down. As slave was sitting on the bidet, Victor sat there with one foot on the switch, lifting it off and on the switch and enjoying the play on Slave's face. In his hand he held a washcloth, warm and sudsy. Slave took the washcloth that was being offered to her and slowly began to wash Victor clean with a gentleness that pulled on Victor's heart. It was at this time that Victor finally started to realize that Slave had found a hole in his heart and was now working to fill it with her. This realization made him smile. When she was finished, he turned off the water that was spraying Slave. This time instead of just handing her a towel, he gently wiped her dry. When he stood he pulled her in for a tight embrace and was pleased at the way her body felt next to his. With his arm around her waist he brought her to the next lit area. This one looked like half a bed. The lights that shone reflected off of the many mirrors that were above and to the side of this area. Victor picked her up, and sat her on the edge of the bed. As he gently pushed her back, she lay there looking up in the mirror at an image of her. Intrigued she hardly noticed as Victor took one hand and slid it down her leg. Lifting it, he pulled it up at an angle and attached it to Slave on a rope that was about two feet from Slave's shoulder. As she looked at Victor she saw him lift the other leg. Slave smiled as she felt his hand running up her thigh, straightening it as it went up to the same position on the other side. This time when slave looked in the mirror, her legs formed a V, her round, pert breasts stood up and she marveled that her body would even get to this position. Victor, as he looked down, smiled at the image in front of him. His finger traced back from her ankle and its restraint to her pussy very slowly. He was inwardly pleased as she moved her body so that his finger would be in direct line of her pussy. Just because he could, his finger went inside of her hot wet box and wiggled a bit. Slave just sighed, the pleasure that was brought to her, she was sure, shone all over her face, but she no longer cared. She wanted Victor to know that she enjoyed this as much as he. Not really knowing why this was important, she did her best to convey to him in actions what he meant to her. As Victor removed his finger, he brought it up to her soft round globe. Happy as he watched her body lift and her back arch. He bent down and licked the nipple that was now covered with her wetness. Slave, unable to hold back any further, grabbed his head and held him in place. Victor bit down hard on Slaves nipple. As slave let go of Victor, he took her hand and attached it to her leg with a different strap. "You are not to hold me down, I will do as it pleases me... do you understand?" Victor asked. Slave looked from her wrist to Victor and said, "Yes Master. I am yours to do as you wish." She then watched as Victor put her other hand a restraint on the other side. "Look at your self Slave," Victor said. "This is how I always want you, completely open to me and my wishes." Slave looked up and viewed the woman in the mirror. Her legs were indeed wide open to anything that would be offered. Her arms and hands were unable to stop what was to happen. She could see her clean shaven pussy clearly in the mirror and realized that if she were to look down she could see the anus that was just filled moments earlier by Victor. When she looked at Victor, she saw something in his eyes that she had never seen before. Not clear on what it was, she just smiled at him. Victor smiled back and then looked closely at the woman in front of him. Her breasts were soft yet firm and the nipples seemed to stand on their own, as he scanned downward he noticed that her stomach was flat and his fingers traced her muscles. He had always admired a strong woman and Slave had one of those bodies that were very kind on his eyes. No matter what she was wearing she was always sexy to him. His finger traced downward and found her wet pussy. As he reflected back he could not think of a time when she was not wet. This helped to excite him and he felt his cock twitch. As he looked down he noticed that it was now firm. He leaned forward to place it on Slaves pussy. Rubbing it back and forth, he bent down and took her breast in his mouth. It still smelled of her, and the taste of her pussy lingered on her nipple. Suddenly Victor wanted nothing more than to suck on her pussy. The urge was strong, but did an owner give this pleasure to his slave? As he contemplated this, he decided that it was not done as he continued to rub her clit with his cock. The soft sigh that escaped from Slaves mouth had Victor looking to her. Almost as if on auto pilot, he bent down and kissed her on the mouth. Nothing could have shocked them more nor could it have excited them more either. The kiss for Victor was passionate, as her lips parted; he felt the warmth, the wetness of the kiss. As if he were breathing her in, he lingered and held the kiss, bringing it deeper. Slave struggled against the restraints that held her. Desperately she wanted to touch. Her head lifted to get more, begging for this moment never to end. Victor's New Slave Ch. 05 Victor felt her struggle and slowly he let a hand free. The sensation as her hand touched him had him stirring in many ways. She was soft with her touch. Her movements were hesitant at best. The last thing that she wanted was for this to end. Her fingers ran softly through his hair and down his back and her body began to shake. She knew she had fallen for her new master, but then she never expected such a man to fall for her, the slave. As she felt her second hand free, she sighed in his mouth, holding him closely with her tongue. As his hands came down and held her head to his she almost screamed with happiness. Their tongues met in a duel where there were no losers, frantic to taste, to touch, slave continued to caress his body. Never before had she dared to hold but now all she wanted was to feel him closer still. When Victor slid inside of Slave she cried tears of joy. For the next ten minutes they made love as lovers. Gently and warm as they touched and lingered on the kiss that still had not ended. Then Victor stopped the kiss and looked down at slave, he could see the tears in her eyes. Kissing them away, he said "I have angered you, I am so very sorry." Slave took his head in her hands, pulled him close and said to him, "never has anyone made me so very happy as you have just now, these are not tears of sadness but tears of happiness. Please, do not stop. Please." Victor bent down and kissed her lightly and then while his cock was still buried deep in her, he bent over and undid her legs. As each freed, she wrapped them around his waist. Gently she pulled him back down and welcomed the kiss. This is how it continued, together they touched, fondled, kissed, and then the idea of eating her pussy had returned to Victor. Slowly he descended, kissing each breast on the way. Slave was too much in shock to move. Never before had anyone used her for more than a sex toy. Now she, for the first time in her life, felt like she was not being used, but rather that they were enjoying each other; and as his mouth neared her pussy, she could only pray that what was about to happen, would. Her hands reached the top of his head as she helped him down. When he put his tongue in her belly button, she giggled uncontrollably. This he managed to stop by placing a finger on her clit. Spreading her legs, he slowly moved downward. As he nibbled on her thighs, he was rewarded with a scream of joy. He knew that she wanted him to continue, and he would, but now he felt like teasing her to oblivion. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders and her body lifted, he could smell her wanton flesh; teasing her was almost as hard on him as it was for her. But still he continued to touch with his tongue and hands everywhere but where he knew she was desperate for the touch. As her hand came down he stopped, looked at her and asked, "I know you do not want to be tied back up, do you?" Her hand stopped in mid air and rested at her side. He laughed a bit and then slipped his head down. Taking her swollen lips in his mouth he sucked them deep within. He was rewarded by a very eager Slave, whose hips lifted to meet him. When his tongue licked her pussy, nibbled on her clit, he could have sworn that she came. But when his tongue reached down and entered her pussy, he was sure of it. Victor then inserted his finger in her pussy and started to stroke it in and out as he nibbled on her clit. Slave's legs, still on Victor's shoulders, are now pulling him inward. Her frenzy of enjoyment was feeding Victor to lick harder and to use his fingers faster. Stroking upward they hit her G spot and soon she is again cumming in his mouth. The scent of Slave encouraged Victor to continue and soon she becomes limp; no longer pulling Victor inward as he lapped up her juices, demanding more from her excited pussy. Slave relished in the enjoyment of the orgasms that rocketed through her body, each nerve on heightened alert as she lay there feeling each touch, each breath, and each lick. Never could she remember her being the focus of enjoyment. This moment she would savor forever, to be replayed in her mind time and time again. Victor could stand no more, his once flaccid cock now stood at complete attention. As he stood, he placed his cock at the door of her pussy. Bending down to kiss her, he slowly slid his cock in. there was electricity between the two, as Slave reached up to put her fingers in his hair. Slave was unaware what love was but she was pretty sure that this is better than she ever imagined it to be. Holding on to one another, they made slow love, touching and fondling each other. When they both came, Victor continued to hold her and then he lifted his body up and looked her in the eyes. Slave thought she could see his eyes say thank you, but Slave knew that there were no words would be spoken. He just bent down and kissed her again, softly. Carefully, as if she were the most delicate of flowers, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs; hitting the switch that would turn off the stairway lights, and then the one to move the curtain back in place. Slave held on to his shoulders as he opened the door. As he headed for the stairs, she was a bit confused by the direction that he was taking, for he was not bringing her to her room but up a set of stairs that she had not, until this time, traveled. The look on her face must have shown her confusion for all Victor did was to hush her with a quiet "Shhhhh." Slave just nuzzled into his neck, content to be this close to him, and then he lay her down on the softest bed she had ever been on. She could not even fathom that a bed could ever be this soft and as he lay next to her, he held her in his arms and together they slept. Victor's New Slave "Sometimes he would have a potential client come over and then he would make me dress in fancy maids clothing. If I did anything wrong or anything went wrong, then he would spank me in front of the client, sometimes he would let them spank me too. But he was mean to me; he always pinched my tits, hard, and would put things up my ass." "And you liked that?" he questioned. "No Sir, I did not like it; but as a slave, you don't have the choice for it to stop." "It didn't make you wet Slave?" He said as he looked in her eyes. "Tell me the truth." "Yes Sir, it did make me wet, I can't really say why it just did. And I suppose that because of this, he thought that I liked it." "Hmmm, guess why." "Guess why Sir?" She looked in his eyes, and when he nodded, she continued, "I guess it was because I knew that I would get fucked sooner or later and if my pussy got wet, well Sir, then they might want to fuck my pussy." As he stopped rubbing her tits, her chest tried to follow his hands. "You like doing everything I say, don't you." He said as he stood up. "Yes Sir, I will do my best to do everything you want, my goal is to please you." "Then unzip my trousers slave... slowly." "Yes Sir." Slowly, she put her hands on his trousers, trying not to fumble, but the anticipation of freeing him, made this a difficult task. Slowly her hands found the zipper head and brought it downward. As she did, her hand rubbed his hard cock and its feel brought excitement to her and a smile on her face. "Did I tell you to rub my cock slave?" he demanded. The tone in his voice shocked her, "No Sir, it was an accident," she stammered. "Zip my trousers back up... NOW!" He said in a harsh voice. Her hands were trembling, "I was only trying to follow your instructions," she said with a frown on her face. "Do it," the command was as stern as it was quick. This time, as she zipped the zipper back up, she avoided his hard cock, being careful not to further upset him. "Now, bend over in front of me." His voice was harsh and this made Slave nervous. "Yes sir" her voice was shaky and she knew that something had gone wrong, but it went against her grain to disobey. So she stood, turned around, and bent at the waist, showing her ass to her master. "You must receive your discipline, I want you to grab your ankles," he commanded her. "Sir?" came the question, but in her mind she knew the answer already. "For doing YOUR will and not mine you must be disciplined," he said as he lifted the short skirt up, exposing her ass. "Sir, please be kind to me, it was only an accident," she said on the verge of tears. She bent over and grabbed her ankles as instructed. Reaching over to the drawer next to the chair, he said, "Now say - please teach this poor slut how to be obedient" and when she did not reply, he shouted "NOW" This caused her to jump, and her response was a little shaky, as she said "Sir please teach this poor slut how to be obedient." "Now, close your eyes slave," he said. Soon she heard the rustling behind her, she wanted to see, to know what was to be her punishment, but she knew better. It would only be worse if she looked. So she stayed still, eyes closed, and bent over in such a way that her ass was his. Then came the sound of him patting something on his hand and a small sob escaped her lips as he continued to slap his hand with something, she began to shake, her nerves were on high alert. His gaze was held by her perfect rear; her pussy, clearly aroused, showed from between her closed thighs. "Sir, please be kind to me, it was only an accident." And with this she felt the first blow on her ass. It came from a wooden paddle, and the shock went through her body. "Sir" she quivered, "That hurts". And then came the next swat, this one harder that the first. "Sir, please stop" she said in tears, and the next blow was harder than the others. Resolved to take this silently, she said nothing more and braced herself for the next blow. This one, was not as hard as the others, she learned her first lesson. "Tell me Slave, what have your just learned?" "Sir, I learned that I must be quiet when taking my punishment." Slap came the next spanking, "And?" Fumbling with her words, she stuttered, "I have learned that I must be obedient, to do only as told... Sir." She said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Good, now turn around now and kneel before me, and sit on your feet. I want you to remember this lesson." "Yes Sir," she said sitting tentatively on her sore ass. As he wiped the tears from her cheeks lovingly with his thumb, "You will learn that I am a VERY compassionate master," he said as he wiped tears from the other cheek. "But I will demand your total obedience." "Sir, I did not mean to displease you." "You are learning." He said as he continued to wipe away the tears. "But you must submit YOUR will to mine. And you must be happy with your decision," he said, looking in her eyes. "You do understand, don't you?" "Yes Sir," she said. With the tears wiped from her face, she felt better, "I will do what ever you ask me to do Sir." "Now, unzip my trousers." He commanded, this time in a softer voice. "Yes Sir" and as he carefully watched her. Kneeling in front of him, she carefully unzipped his trousers. "Undo the belt now." "Yes Sir," she said, licking her lips as she noticed that the bulge in his pants was getting bigger. "Shall I unbutton your pants too Sir?" "Tell me Slave, how much you like thick hard cocks." "I like thick hard cocks very much Sir, they are my favorite thing." She said, while she stared at his silk covered cock, she noticed that it was ready to bust out of its confinement. "Yes, you may unbutton it too." "Yes Sir." When she unbuttoned his pants, his cock sprang free. Remembering her last lesson, she didn't touch it as she wished, but looked, and wet her lips with her tongue seductively. "Now, let's see what you remember about what I told you about my cock. Tell me what I said... quickly." "You have a hard thick cock, Sir." She said with a satisfied smile on her face, as she glanced up from his hard cock into his eyes. "I didn't say that, although it is true," he said smiling. "Sir? What did you say?" with a look of wonder on her face, she could only hope that this answer did not upset him. "I did say something, and you forgot." He shook his head. "You must be more attentive Slave." "I am so sorry Sir, I have disappointed you once again," she said, her head hung low with shame. "I said - you must EARN my cock. Do you remember now?" "Yes Sir I remember and I will do what ever it takes. Let me earn your cock Sir." "Well then, perform a lap dance; this will be the first step in earning my cock. Show me how much you want my cock?" "Yes Sir," she said, as she stood in front of him. Bending over, she placed her tits in his face getting them close enough for her to feel his breath. She shook them freely in his face, and stopped only when he grabbed one nipple and pinched it, hard. "Good," he said, with his hands on the arms of the chair. "Go on, be a good slut, tease me Slave." Arching her back, with one hand on each side of his shoulders, her tits thrust into his face. As her tits bounced about, her legs began to rub together, creating friction on her cunt. She took one tit in her hand and offered it to his lips, but when he slapped it, she knew she was wrong and needed a different tactic. Getting up, she turned around, spread her legs and placed her ass inches from his hard cock. Lifting her ass, which was still red from the spanking, she brought it close to his face. Taking great pains to be sure that it was only close enough for him to smell and see, but not touch, she took a hand and ran it from her knee up ever so slowly to her cunt. Then she slid her ass downward, stopping a hairs breath away from his cock. She was pleased when his cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own, reached up and touched her pussy. Her ass cheeks moved forward, only a short distance, as she looked through her legs, she saw his cock again stretching to feel her pussy. "Tell me how that feels Slave," he said. "I feel so sluttish, Sir," she said between pants. Her honeydew overflowing her pussy walls was now sliding down her legs. "That is because you are. Tell me how sluttish you are Slave." After a few seconds, when she said nothing, he yelled "SAY IT!" "Sir, I am not a slut, only a slave who wants to please you." "Are you contradicting me Slave?" "Sir, but I am not a slut." She said in a pleading voice. He took her hips, pushed them away from his cock pushing her hands on the floor, and keeping her knees on the arm of the chair, he firmly slapped her ass. "Now, tell me you are my slut." "I am your slave," she said. Taking the paddle again, he slapped her ass, harder. "And how do you feel, don't you feel like my slut?" "I feel like your... slut.... Sir, but I am not a slut." And she felt the board as it landed on her ass, this time harder than all the ones before it. "Sir, please stop hitting your slave." She said, sobbing. Smack! "You know what will get me to stop, just say the words I want to hear." "Sir" SMACK! This one so hard it causes a sob to escape from her lips. "I am your slut," she whispered. With the paddle still on her ass, he said "louder slut." As she felt the paddle being lifted, knowing what would be coming, she screamed "I am your SLUT Master; use me any way you want." "Now, that is better, let me see your pussy, slut." She stood in front of him, facing away, her legs slightly apart. He could see her very red ass and her pussy was dripping wet. "Hmmm, looks like it wants more." He said as he took the wine bottle from the table next to his chair and inserted it with ease. "Now, how much of this do you want up that pretty cunt of yours slut?" "No more. Please not more" she said between sobs. "Slut, you are here to please me, not to be pleased." And he slapped her red ass once again. This caused her to move forward, away from the bottle, and it escaped from her wet pussy. It only took a moment for the decision to come, and soon the wet bottle was being inserted up her ass, as the wine spilt out of the bottle and into her ass, it lubed the way and he inserted it further. She stood there, unsure of what happened and sure that she did not want to move. The sensation of the cold wine in her ass had her unsure of what to feel. Then began the motion of in and out, each time the bottle going in deeper, and soon he was so turned on that it was his cock he wanted up there, not to bottle. "Okay slut. Now I want you on your knees, chest on the floor, I want your ass to be up so that it begs me to take it." Quietly she obeyed, and with the bottle still in her ass she got down on her knees, bending so that her chest was on the floor. "Is this acceptable Sir?" she asked, hoping that this torture to her ass would soon end. "This will do, for now. Right now I am going to work your ass so that I can be sure that all this wine is inside of you." He said as he put the bottle deep inside of her and then almost all the way out of her, slowly, watching as the wine disappeared into her ass. He then sat on the floor before her, "suck my cock slut". As she got up on her elbows to take his cock in her mouth, he stretched over her and hit her ass, hard. "I did not tell you to get up, I told you to suck my cock, now do as I tell you. Suck my cock slut; I want to cum in your face." As she sucked the tip of his cock, he continued leaning over her body to ravish her ass with the bottle. "Not deep enough" he said, as he took her head with his free hand and pushed it, this forced her to take him deep down her throat. Moaning, he continued to push the bottle deeper in her ass and his cock deeper down her throat. This made her to squirm, and he realized that she was about to cum. Smiling, he waited until she was just about to orgasm and he stopped. "Did I give you permission to cum? I think not. Listen slut, if you ever want to have an orgasm you had better behave like a good slut and do as I say. Do you understand?" She could only mutter and nod her head yes. Slowly he started to move again, and with the wine gone, her ass was now ready for some real fucking. He wondered if his cock would get drunk from all the wine in her ass. Taking his cock out of her mouth, he said, "now turn around, I want my cock to go in your ass, and maybe I will let you cum, that is if you take my cock, and make it believe that it is a virgin ass it is fucking." Holding her ass as tight as possible, she hoped that her ass would give him his fantasy. She so needed this release for her desire to cum was great. The wine in her body was starting to take effect; she was becoming drunk without drinking. She had been teased to the point of no return; one word and she would have her orgasm. And when his cock came in, it was almost painful. The tight ass that she offered caused him trouble entering and he pushed harder than she expected. With a moan, it was in. She squeezed her ass as tight as she possibly could. While her ass was resisting, her body could not. When he grabbed her tit to squeeze it, she moaned. She knew that soon she would cum with or without permission. One would bring her joy, and the other would be a sure spanking, but she had little control over this orgasm that was busting to be free. The tension was ripe, and he was aware that she was on the verge of cumming. Reaching around her, he put one hand on her pussy while squeezing her tits and whispered in her ear "cum for me baby." It was all it took, the orgasm was upon her fast and she was soon rocking back, his cock deep in her ass. The long denied orgasm was very powerful and very welcomed. Each touch sent her higher, and each stroke made her scream for more. When she thought she had reached the peak, he sent her higher. And then, as fast as it started, he moved away. Her ass reaching back, wanting to fill the void, her hands spreading her cheeks, "More" she begged. She was nowhere near finished, but at least there was some relief. So, she stayed in the same position, not moving. As the wine trickled down threw her pussy, he caught it in his glass. "Now Slave, tell me what you want to do." "Sir, I want only to please you, to earn your cock where ever you want it to go, and to cum, do what ever you wish, I am sure that I will be able to cum quickly and soon." With this, he inserted three fingers in her pussy and was surprised by how quickly the fingers were sucked in. As he went in and out, he was amazed at how quickly she came. When he removed his fingers, her pussy followed, and when it met with his cock, she fell back immediately. It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own. It wanted the cock and swallowed it greedily. He could still feel the vibrations from the last orgasm, and was surprised at how quickly the next came upon her. Her ass moved to fuck his cock. She wanted it hard and fast, and this is how she took it. Slamming back and pulling forward. It only took a few minutes before he was slamming back at her. And with the first slam he heard her scream. Her orgasm was powerful and he continued to slam into her, holding back as long as possible. But he too soon followed suit, and when he came, he exploded inside her. She felt it as it slammed against the back wall and this caused her to cum again. He then said, "Slave, lick me clean. I do not want any of your cum or this wine on me, anyplace." Quickly she turned around and started to lick greedily. She started at the knees, licking her way to his thighs. Being very careful to lick everywhere she continued. When she reached his balls, she was careful to lick them everywhere and when she reached his cock, she could see that it was coming alive. Slowly, because she wanted still more, she licked his cock, from the base to the tip she licked, going slowly all the way around his cock, then she licked his entire pubic area. As she was licking his hips, he slowly poured the wine from his glass on his cock. "You are not finished here slave. You are not doing your job. Do you need another spanking?" "Oh no Sir," she said as she hungrily lapped up the wine, being careful to lick it all. The wine had spilt on his stomach, and down his hips and between his legs. She wanted it all, so she licked and licked. Taking special care of his cock, which had now become firmer, she licked it clean from bottom to top. Then she focused on his balls, and with them finished, she spread his legs so that she could lick up the wine that had fallen on his ass. Licking his ass clean, she was happy when she saw that his cock was now almost at full mast. She watched as he poured more wine on him, and pointed. Again she licked it all up, this time, when she was sucking his cock, he held her hair, and guided her where he wanted her to go. Then holding his now very hard cock in one hand and her hair in the other, he put it at her lips. She tried to get it in her mouth, using her lips to grab at it, her tongue to entice it, but he held her so that she could not have it. "Open your mouth Slave," he said, "wide". Only wanting to have his cock in her mouth, she complied. It came as no surprise to her that he forced her head downward, bringing it down so far that his cock was completely in her mouth and down her throat. He moaned as it reached the back and she swallowed to take more. "Play with your cunt slave. I want you to cum with my cock down your throat, I want to know if your throat is as good as you cunt when you cum." Unable to believe her luck, her hand went quickly to her cunt; she rubbed her clit and inserted three fingers. Within seconds she was cumming and the moans and his cock blocked screams that wanted to escape her. It seemed to him that her orgasm went all the way though her body for he could indeed feel the orgasm on his cock. "Now, I want you to roll on your back and pour the rest of this wine on your tits. I want my cock to slide all over your tits." She complied and slowly poured the wine. "Enough" he said as he straddled her waist. He took his cock and started to rub it against her nipples. They responded immediately and became hard nubs within seconds. Pleased, he put his cock between her breasts, and squeezed them around it. With his thumbs on her nipples, he started to fuck her tits as he kept her nipples hard with his thumb. Her mouth grabbed for his cock each time it came out, and it amazed them both when they both came in seconds. Some of his cum went in her mouth, but most of it went all over her face. "Now Slave, I want you to meet me in my bath. You take a quick shower first, but I want a nice warm bath and you to wash me clean." "Yes Sir," she said as she got up. Licking his cum from her lips she was off quickly to shower.