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XAd, Inc

By: professorjames



XAd, Inc. - Ch. 1

"Do you accept rides from strangers?"

Catlin stared at the screen. She normally had no interest in on-line polls or tests or whatever they were called, but here, just two weeks before the end of the semester, everything seemed a little crazy. The pressure of classes and exams, papers and presentations, and everything in general caused a lot of students to let off steam in a variety of ways. Now Catlin looked away from the first question and back to the heading. "Are you the adventuresome type? Take this quiz and find out."

She had been surfing the net, mostly around some of the milder sex-orientated sites, when she happened across this. Catlin had read the heading and paused to think. Was she? She honestly couldn't say for sure. And for that matter were they talking about adventuresome in general or in a sexual sense? In her three years away at college she had certainly tried a number of new things in the general sense. Last fall she had gone to a few classes on technical rock climbing and found she liked hanging on the face of a cliff fifty feet off the ground. And last summer she had spent two weeks learning to scuba dive and found it enjoyable if not especially exciting. But she wouldn't walk down the dark alleys of the campus late at night. That wasn't "adventuresome" - that was dumb.

She thought about her sex life. Was it adventuresome? Well, maybe a little. There had been that one frat party freshman year. She almost cringed at the memory. She had gone with a boy - she couldn't even remember his name now - and there had been some drinking involved. Catlin was eighteen then, no longer a virgin, and certain she could handle a couple of drinks even if she wasn't old enough legally. She wasn't drunk, just a little high, when somehow it came out that it was her birthday. As it turned out there was another girl there with the same birthday and everyone sang "Happy Birthday" (with a couple of ribald verses) to them and then someone began chanting "Birthday spanking, Birthday spanking." Everyone seemed to take it up and finally Catlin and the other girl - her name was Bonnie, she remembered - had agreed.

What she hadn't expected was what came next. In less than a minute she and Bonnie found themselves bent over the low back of a couch with their hands tied to its legs in front and their own legs tied to the ones in back. She wasn't surprised when their skirts were pulled up over their backs, but she wasn't expecting it at all when one of the men used a pair of scissors to cut off her panties. But by then everyone was worked up and no one paid any attention to the protests she and Bonnie were making. Two of the frat men moved behind them and suddenly landed hard slaps to their defenseless bottoms. Both of the girls cried out but the blows were repeated. Then two more men took their places. Then two more. Catlin lost count but there were a lot more than nineteen spanks. But what really startled her was that the spanking was turning her on like she couldn't believe and from the sounds Bonnie was making it was having a similar effect on her.

Eventually all the men (and a few of the women) had swatted their bottoms and all Catlin could think of was that she wanted to get out of there and back to her room so she could masturbate. But instead of being untied Catlin suddenly felt a pair of male hands on her hot rear and a hard cock pressed against her dripping pussy. In her current state she didn't really protest and within a minute was coming even as the man did too. But it still wasn't over. Another man took his place and Catlin found she was still hot. All in all seven guys (she thought it was seven) took her and she came more than she could count. When she and Bonnie were finally released she quickly made her way home and dropped exhausted into bed.

The next morning the incredible risk of what had happened struck her. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant since she was taking the pill, but she didn't know most of those men. She had no idea if any were carrying anything and she realized she could have been exposed to almost any STD, including AIDS. She was scared stiff, went to the clinic and had a blood test done and continued to be scared until the results of that test - and follow-up - came back negative. She resolved never to take a chance like that again.

But she couldn't hide from herself the fact that the bondage and the spanking had turned her on more than she ever had been. While masturbating she started imagining scenes where she was bound and spanked or whipped. These fantasies always resulted in tremendously strong orgasms.

After she no longer feared she might be infected with something she began to date again. She found a lot of information on BDSM activities on the net, but she wasn't really turned on by the idea of a master-slave relationship. She was definitely not the type to get off on humiliation or subservience. She had gone out with a number of men and managed to get a couple of them to tie her up and spank her. She always loved it but only one of the men seemed to get turned on by their activities and several acted like there was something wrong with her. So for the last year she had relegated these activities to her fantasy life.

Coming back to the present she looked back at the quiz again and thought she still didn't know how adventuresome she was. She moved back to the first question: "Do you accept rides from strangers?" Slowly she moved the mouse to click "NO." The questions continued, mixing ordinary stuff with questions about sex. ("Do you enjoy having sex where you might be caught?"). The questions got more and more intimate, but Catlin figured no one would know who she was, so she kept going. Some of the questions asked her to describe sexual fantasies as well as real life experiences and Catlin diligently answered them all. When she finally submitted the last answer a screen popped up with a message, "Your adventuresomeness score is 67." That was all very nice but nothing explained what a 67 meant. Frustrated, Catlin shut the window and went back to working on the paper due in two days.

About a week later she received a letter in the mail. It was typed on good quality paper and bore a letterhead saying only "XAdInc" The letter said that her name had come to their attention in regards to a unique position they had to fill. A representative would be contacting her in person in a few days and would like to discuss a possible offer. It was signed simply, "Richard Hardin, President." Catlin didn't know if this was someone's idea of a joke and had no idea what it might be about. She tossed it aside and forgot about it in the rush of final exams.

Then about noon one day as she was leaving her last final, a man stopped her and said, "Catlin Reed?"

Catlin looked at him. He was about thirty, near six feet tall with blue eyes and light brown hair. Overall fairly attractive, but she had no idea who he was. Hesitantly she responded, "Yes, I'm Catlin."

The man smiled at her and said, "I'm Rick Hardin. I sent you a letter a few days ago and I'd like to discuss a possible rewarding opportunity with you. Allow me to buy you lunch - say across the street at the Brown House - and I'll explain."

Catlin looked closely at him. He seemed straight forward enough, not a creepy type or anything, but she wasn't sure she wanted to find out what he was peddling. After a few seconds she decided as long as they were just going to be across the street with lots of people around she might as well get a free lunch. Still she felt obligated to say, "I think you must have me confused with someone else. I don't even know what your company - XAdInc, right? - is and I certainly haven't applied for any position."

He smiled again. "I don't expect you have heard of us. And I'm sure I have the right Catlin Reed. Why not listen to what I have to say and then decide?"

Catlin gave in and said, "All right, but I still think you have the wrong woman."

He escorted her across the street and into the Brown House, an upscale restaurant which was generally out of Catlin's price range and soon they were seated in a high backed booth in the dimly lit dining room. From the instant they sat down, Catlin felt they were isolated from the dozens of other people around them. The booth cut the noise and assured it was unlikely anyone would overhear anything they said.

They ordered and began to eat. Rick asked about how her school work was going and Catlin quickly realized he knew a lot about her. He was definitely not mixing her up with anyone else, but she still had no idea just who he was. Finally when they had finished and were sipping coffee he broached the subject that had brought her here.

"The 'Ad" in XAdInc stands for Adventures. We specialize in providing some unique adventures for a very limited selection of successful men and women. A couple of weeks ago you took an on-line quiz to find out how adventuresome you are."

At the mention of the quiz Catlin looked shocked. "How do you know I took that quiz? I didn't give a name or e-mail address or anything."

Rick smiled. "In general when you go on-line, if someone is knowledgeable enough - and willing to spend the time and money - you can be identified. Don't worry, the knowledge stopped with me. Since you know now that I am aware of the quiz, you might guess I also know about some of the more adventurous activities in which you have engaged. Including the private ones."

Catlin was turning red in embarrassment. "How do you know I didn't make that stuff up? Maybe it was all in my imagination."

"Some women might have made it up, but in your case I'm sure it was true. I checked out a couple of things."

"Oh, God," Catlin thought, "he must have talked to someone about that frat party. Or maybe one of her boyfriends had talked about her kinky fantasies. She had described the party in a section of the quiz about her most adventurous sexual activity. She looked up at him and, with a red face, said, "How could you know? No one would talk about that kind of thing," knowing even as she said it that some people would talk about it and also knowing he really must know it was true.

Rick put on an exaggerated stern look and, with a thick, fake German accent, said, "Ve have vays to find out. Ve can make it so people vill talk."

The pose he struck was too much for Catlin and she broke out laughing despite her inner turmoil. Rick joined her in laughing and when they calmed down, some of the tension had been defused. "Let me explain a little more. I'll tell you a little more about the service I provide and make you an offer. If you're offended - or even if you're just not interested - just say so and get up and walk away. I'll destroy all information I have about you and that will be the end of it. My word on it."

Catlin wasn't sure why, but she believed him. "All right, I'll listen. But that's all I'm agreeing to."

"Fair enough," Rick answered. "Let me first say that our clients are all well off men and women, most of whom have started and built up their own businesses to real successes. Most are still in their twenties and thirties. None are over forty-five. We provide them with unique specialized adventures. I say they are well off because our services are not cheap: a one week adventure is typically about twenty thousand dollars."

Catlins eyes opened wide at the amount. She opened her mouth to say something, but Rick stopped her before she could begin. "No, please let me finish before you say anything. As you have probably guessed, these adventures involve sex. And, no, I'm not trying to hire you as a call girl. Not exactly. Our clients are men and women who enjoy BDSM sex but are not interested in a full time relationship. They are definitely not sick or perverted and we throughly check them out to make sure they would never be any danger to anyone else. If you are imagining slave girls being branded or any such thing, forget it. This is definitely not that kind of thing."

"What I am talking about is a situation where someone can live out a fantasy which is enjoyed by everyone involved and with no strings attached. I'm sure that as a kid you played pirates or cowboys and Indians or some such where you pretended to be captured and tied and maybe tortured?" Catlin reluctantly nodded. "Well, this is just the adult version."

"Now, as to my offer. Many of my clients have fantasies involving a captured young girl. First let me make a few things clear. There would never be any real injury or damage. No brands, broken bones, or even broken skin. That's not to say it wouldn't hurt sometimes, but not real hurt. In fact, the captive always has a safeword that will stop things anytime they want. And it is always honored. Second, there is definitely sex involved. But there are some limits. There are some things I wouldn't allow even if the client wanted, which none ever have. For example, no animals. No children. Absolutely no drugs and, in fact, no alcohol. If the - for want of a better word - victim has other limits, they will also be honored. Adventures can involve more than one client and more than one captive. Also everyone involved must pass medical tests to insure they are physically fit for such activities and to be certain they carry no STDs."

"Finally my offer. If you are interested, I will pay you five hundred dollars today as a retainer for the summer. If you accept, sometime you will be approached by myself or another agent and taken on a one week adventure. If when you arrive and see who and what is involved you want to call it off, you will be returned and you keep the retainer. If you decide to stay for the week, you will receive a payment of three thousand dollars." Catlin's eyes flew open at the amount. "If, after you return, you are interested, you may be approached for other one week adventures. If you are not interested you will never hear from us again."

Catlin found she was holding her breath. Finally she asked, "Just what would I be expected to do for that kind of money?"

Rick smiled at her and said, "Quite a few things. But things you would probably enjoy anyway. I told you there would be sex. In a variety of types. Also BDSM games. You would probably be spanked and whipped and otherwise 'punished', but, like I said, never hard enough to do any real damage. Our clients are in this for the pleasure and find it much more exciting when the victim is as enthusiastic as they are. You know nothing turns on a man like a turned-on woman. I will provide you with a contract explicitly spelling out what is and is not allowed. You may add other restrictions if you want."

"When would this take place?"

"Once you are on retainer, it can be anytime during the next twelve weeks. Part of making the adventure more exciting is not knowing exactly when. Typically you might be approached on the street by someone. He will identify himself - or herself - by the phrase 'Code Green.' You would then leave immediately."

"You mean, sort of like a kidnaping?"

"You might put it that way. But a voluntary kidnaping. I can promise you that you will enjoy it. Well, do you think you might be ready for an adventure?"

For some time Catlin didn't answer., but Rick waited patiently while she thought things through. Catlin had never, even in her fantasies, considered selling herself for sex, but somehow this didn't sound exactly like prostitution. She knew it really was, but somehow it still didn't seem like it. Besides, the whole thing sounded so much like many of her own imagined fantasies it seemed like something she would have set up herself if she knew how. The idea of being a helpless (well, not really helpless) sexual captive sounded like an incredible turn-on. Out of fear she would never have dared engage in such spur of the moment activities with strangers on her own. She still clearly remembered that period after the frat party waiting for the results of her lab tests. But Rick had said everyone was screened and medically tested and that sounded about as safe as one could get.

Finally she slowly said, "I won't say it doesn't sound interesting. I'd like to know a little more. For example, are these 'clients' so kinky or so physically unattractive they can't find a partner on their own?"

"Not at all," Rick answered. "Most are actually very attractive. As I said they just don't want to get involved in a long term relationship. And they are far too cautious to pick up someone or even hire someone without some assurance of both safety and health. Some of them enjoy being the victim also and - just as I imagine you do - want to be cautious about placing themselves in the power of someone else."

Catlin considered this for a few seconds and then nodded to herself. It made sense. "I think I'd like to look over that contract to see just what I'd be getting into."

"Of course," Rick said. He reached into the small case he was carrying and handed her a small set of stapled pages. "I'm sure you would like time to look over this closely, but I will need an answer soon. Suppose you take this now - Your exams are over, Right? OK, suppose you take this back this afternoon and meet me here again at seven tonight. I'll buy you a dinner and if you are interested you can walk away with a retainer. Oh, we would also have to set up a medical exam, but I could get that done tomorrow."

None of this seemed completely real, but Catlin finally said, "OK. I'll look this over." They rose and as they left the restaurant she said, "Seven tonight, right? And here?"

Rick answered, "Yes, seven right here. I know this is a surprise and must seem very strange, but please give it some serious consideration. I'm sure if you decide to accept you will find that the experience is worth it in itself, not even considering the financial reward. Until tonight."

Catlin walked back to her apartment in a near daze. This had to be crazy. But she found herself getting turned on by the very idea of it. When she entered her door she immediately began reading the contract. It stated things pretty much as Rick had explained them and was written in a form and language she could easily understand. One section described various sexual activities she might be asked to engage in. These included a wide variety from normal and oral and anal sex to bondage, spanking, mild whipping, vibrators, dildos, and a host of other things. Catlin had never had anal sex and in fact had been a little afraid of it even though the idea actually sounded very exciting. Especially when combined with bondage. She still wasn't sure she really wanted to try it, but the contract clearly stated - just as Rick had said - that she could veto any activity she didn't want. It listed several things which were not to be included, such as anything with animals or minors, any activities involving urine or feces. The only "water sport" - Catlin had learned the term from the internet - which was allowed was enemas. Catlin had never considered an enema especially sexy, but now the thought came that it might actually be under the right circumstances.

By the time she had finished reading the contract she had become extremely aroused. She dropped the paper onto her table and almost ran to her bedroom, shedding clothes on the way. She quickly retrieved her vibrator and within a couple of minutes was lost in a hot fantasy in which she was tied helpless while a handsome man first whipped and then repeatedly fucked her. She came three times before she finally began to calm down.

As she showered and dressed once more she thought again how crazy this whole thing seemed. But she knew she was hooked. And at seven when she met Rick she immediately said, "All right. I want to try it."

He smiled at her and said, "Maybe you'd still like some dinner first?" His laugh put her more at ease and she relaxed a little. In fact she enjoyed the dinner and their conversation and, by the time they finished, felt she knew him far more than she should from their short time together.


XAd, Inc Pt. 02



Chapter Three

The men, as well as Anne and Linda, dressed, but the four other girls remained completely nude. The wrist and ankle cuffs were put on them again and all four had their hands fastened behind their backs. Robert took Catlin's arm to steady her and led her back up the stairs and on to the second floor. Here was a long hall with several doors opening off of it. A couple of lamps on the wall provided dim lighting.

Catlin and Tyra were led to a door where their cuffs were unfastened and they were told to go inside. When she entered Catlin saw that this was another well lighted modern bathroom and guessed that she and Tyra were to make use of the facilities. "I guess we'd better," she thought to herself. "We probably won't get a chance again all night."

When they came out their cuffs were once again refastened and as Mary and Meg went into the bathroom, Catlin and Tyra were led to another door. This time the door revealed a bedroom, eighteenth century in style, with two large, four poster beds. Each was turned down with only a smooth - probably satin! - sheet showing. Each girl was placed on her back and her wrists and ankles bound to the four posters. Catlin realized she wasn't tightly stretched, so her muscles wouldn't get too strained, but it was enough so she couldn't move very much.

Robert and James kissed each of them goodnight - long, deep, highly arousing kisses while their hands roamed over bare flesh. Then they stood up, blew out the lamps, and left the two girls squirming in frustration.

As the door clicked shut and the room was lost in total darkness, Tyra said, "Damn! I wasn't ready for them to leave. I can't believe how hot I am, even after the last few hours. This whole thing is incredible."

"I'll say," Catlin echoed. "I've been soaked since I arrived. Right now I would really like some more good, hard loving. I'll bet we're going to be awfully sore tomorrow, but I'm still horny as hell right now. And tied like this I can't do a thing about it."

"Exactly! Let's just hope he wasn't kidding about us not getting to sleep through the night."

After a few more minutes the girls let their conversation drift off and soon, against all their expectations, were asleep.

Some time later Catlin blinked her eyes open, not sure if she had heard something or not. Soon she found she had heard something - probably the door - for there was someone else in the room. The darkness was total, but she was able to discern that there were, in fact, two someones moving about. She heard the other bed as a weight was placed on it a second before she felt her own bed sag slightly and a hard male body press down on hers. A tongue began to explore as fingers found her creases and other sensitive places. She felt instantly aroused and when a couple of minutes later she felt a hard cock slide into her and a mouth covered her own with a deep kiss, she was already straining to respond. She wasn't sure which man it was. He hadn't said a word or done anything else to give himself away and anyway Catlin was soon beyond caring. He drove her over the top twice and then worked her up even higher before she felt him spurt inside her and she screamed into a third climax. He lay heavily on her, his breathing slowing a little, as she felt him begin to soften inside her. Then he slipped out and climbed off the bed. He bent over and licked her breasts and sucked hard on each nipple, bringing a good hurt to the battered nubs. Then he stood and moved to the door where he slipped out without giving Catlin any clue to his identity. A minute later the other man left Tyra's bed and exited just as silently.

Catlin whispered, "I have no idea who they were, do you?"

"Not in the least," Tyra answered. "But I hope they come back."

Twice more during the night Catlin was awakened and fucked with no more idea who was doing it than the first time. And one other time when the nude body came down on her own, Catlin was surprised to find that it was female. From the height and the feel of the full breasts, she guessed this was Linda. Tyra sounded as though she was similarly involved and as a hot tongue descended on her slit, Catlin quit worrying about who and what was happening and just began to respond. For several minutes the tongue played in and out of her slit and across her clit while feminine fingers played with her tender nipples. Then the body shifted position and Catlin felt a pair of legs move on either side of her head and a hot pussy move above her mouth. Without thinking Catlin stuck out her own tongue and began to lick at the wet slit presented to her. Their hot sixty-nine lasted for a long time until finally, nearly exhausted, Linda - if that's who it was - left and Catlin fell almost instantly back to sleep.

When next she awoke, it was light outside and Catlin guessed it was late morning. She and Tyra talked for a few minutes and then Edward and William, dressed in robes, entered, released them from the beds, and removed their cuffs. The girls were led to the bathroom they had used the previous night. When they went inside they found Anne and Linda, also dressed in robes. The room was large with two enclosed stalls which Catlin and Tyra were now allowed to use by themselves. But when they emerged the four all looked at them with grins that indicated they were hiding something. Edward spoke. "We've decided that although you two are definitely beautiful the way you are, we think it would be better if you were weren't wearing so much."

For a second both girls looked completely confused. After all they were already completely naked. Then Catlin's eyes suddenly opened as she guessed what they meant. She had noticed that when Mary and Meg had served them the previous evening, not only were they nude, but both had had their pubic hair removed. And later in the dungeon she had found that both Anne and Linda also had bare pubes. She glanced at Tyra and saw that she seemed to have guessed also.

Edward and William led the two over to a long table at one side of the room and had one of them sit on each end. They lay back along side each other with their asses just on the table ends and their legs dangling off. The men bent over and did something and a pair of stirrups, just like at the doctor's office, appeared at each end of the table. Their feet were placed in these, knees bent, legs spread wide. Then soft rope was used to tie them there. Next, Linda and Anne moved between their spread legs with a hot washcloth and a can of shaving cream. Soon both girls were as bare as they had been as kids. As Linda and Anne applied warm oil to the newly shaved area, Catlin thought that it felt really sexy to be bare there also. She had almost done it the summer before when she shaved for her bikini, but had chickened out at the last minute. She was also glad, she thought, that they had used disposable razors instead of the straight razors which would have more properly gone with the eighteenth century.


Before the girls were released, each man ran his tongue over their bare pubes causing Catlin to shiver and experience a sudden flood of heat to the area. Then they were taken down to the dining room where they joined the others in a light breakfast. All the lords and ladies were dressed, either in robes or period costume, but Meg, Mary, and the two of them were totally naked. Catlin was surprised to find that in less than a day this had ceased to bother her. She just felt constantly turned on by the whole thing.

There were no clocks visible anywhere, but when they had finished eating Catlin guessed it was probably ten thirty or so. The lords and ladies who were wearing robes disappeared to dress and everyone was allowed a trip to the bathroom, a smaller one located on this floor. James then suggested they go out onto the lawn and so Catlin soon found herself, totally naked, standing in warm sunshine on the soft grass. The air was warm enough so she wasn't uncomfortable and again she was surprised that she wasn't embarrassed by her nudity. Tyra looked a little uncertain at being naked outside, but Mary and Meg seemed not to notice.

They stood around in the sunshine for a while, the men sometimes feeling up the four girls, and then Lord John said, "Perhaps I might suggest a contest. A small match of wickets." Catlin didn't know what that meant, but it was met with enthusiastic response. One of the men went back inside and quickly returned with what looked like croquet mallets, a couple of wood balls and a bag of other items. They were divided into teams: Catlin, Meg, Linda, Robert, Thomas, and James on one side; Tyra, Mary, Anne, John, Edward, and William on the other.

Catlin wasn't too surprised when cuffs were removed from the bag and placed on her wrists and ankles along with those of Tyra, Meg, and Mary. They went to a level part of the smooth and grassy lawn. Catlin and Meg were told to lie down on their backs, side by side. They did and then the men drove stakes into the ground and tied their hands above their heads and their legs to widely spaced stakes. Catlin now lay, stretched tightly and very exposed, with her ankles a good four feet apart. Several feet to her left, Meg was in the same position.

Now the men repeated the process with Tyra and Mary who were placed in front of the first two bound women. When they were finished the two pairs of girls were opposite each other with their feet facing and spaced about twenty feet apart.

Next William reached in the bag and produced a bottle of something and four shafts. These were plastic, about eight inches long and an inch and a quarter across. One end was smoothly rounded and the other flared into an oval about three inches by two. Catlin thought they looked sort of like dildos and soon found her guess was correct. William knelt next to her and opened the bottle which turned out to be baby oil. He spread a generous amount over her bare pubes and rubbed a quantity into her vaginal lips, lubricating her inside as well as out. Next he covered one of the shafts with oil and slipped it inside her. He slowly moved it inside all the way, meeting no resistance because of the oil. He moved it in and out a couple of times and then pulled it out so only about two inches were inside. The oval base of the shaft rested on the grass between Catlin's spread legs. Then he went to each of the other three and repeated the process.

Lord John moved between them and explained the rules for all to hear. "The four wenches are goal tenders and the object of the game is for the opposing team members to sink the shafts to the hilt. Each member will in turn drive a ball towards the goal from a distance of eight feet. The goal tenders will try to keep the shafts from going all the way in. The game will continue until each team member has had four tries at each of their opponent's goals."

Four tries each! That meant that with four members left on the other team, there would be a total of sixteen times the wood balls would come rolling at her. Catlin wasn't sure if she was going to like this game or not.

Lord John went on. "Score will be kept with these." He held up a cluster of small colored flags attached to clothes pins.

"And I'll just bet I know where those are going to go," Catlin thought.

"Each time a goal is made, a flag will be added. At the end, the team which has planted the larger number of flags will be the winner. Goal tenders for the winning team will be, shall we say, rewarded. Goal tenders for the losing team will be flogged."

Anne stepped forward and said, "If our team should happen to lose, I will take Mary's strokes for her."

The two teams moved aside and made practice strokes for several minutes and then lined up at the eight foot marks which had been placed on the grass. Catlin could see John, Edward, William, and Anne facing her. Her team members were lined up facing the other two "goal tenders."

John said, "Let the contest begin," and placed the ball on the ground. He stood beside it and readied his mallet. From her prone position Catlin could see him, but could not see the ball well. But she heard the sudden sound of wood mallet on wood ball as he swung and before she was expecting it felt a sudden shock as the ball struck the end of the dildo, driving it hard inside her. First stroke and she hadn't even slowed it!

A cheer went up and John went forward. He bent over Catlin, pulled the dildo back out to its original position and then snapped one of the flag pins on her left nipple. As he returned to the line, Edward was lining up for a stroke at Meg. He also completed his - Catlin heard a sudden gasp from Meg as the dildo slid home and another as the flag pin was applied.

The team members alternated between Catlin and Meg. She couldn't tell what was happening with her team, but occasional cries and squeals as well as cheers indicated that at least some were making goals.

By the time each team member had had two tries at her, Catlin had been able to stop the dildo three times. Actually she had stopped it twice and one of the balls had missed entirely, slamming into her thigh with surprising force. A short halt was called and John announced the score: Each team had sunk a total of nine goals. That meant that Meg had stopped four to Catlin's three, but they were only half done.

The second half began and the first four tries at Catlin each pushed the dildo hard inside despite her efforts to use her vaginal muscles to hold it. And she felt herself tiring. Of the remaining four tries, Catlin stopped two. When the final scores were announced, Catlin's team had sunk a total of 20 of the possible 32 goals, but the other team had scored 22 against Catlin and Meg. Since Catlin had eleven of the flag pins clamped on her breasts, Meg must also have allowed eleven.

The other team was declared the winners. Catlin and Meg were unfastened from the stakes and led over to a couple of large trees a few yards away. A rope was fastened to their wrist cuffs and tossed over a branch on the far side of each tree. The two girls were pulled up on their toes, their breasts and thighs pressing against the rough bark.

From the place on the lawn where Mary and Tyra were tied, Catlin could hear the beginning sounds of sexual excitement. She guessed, correctly, that their reward would definitely involve getting laid. Then her attention was drawn back to her own condition as Thomas slashed the cat of nine tails across her exposed rear. Each of the four team members gave each of the two "goal tenders" five hard lashes and when they had finished Catlin found that, despite her burning rear, she was dripping wet and very aroused.

She and Meg were released only long enough to turn them around so they were facing the action on the lawn and then their hands were once again stretched high above them pulling them back on their toes, this time with their backs and now red bottoms against the rough bark.

For the next twenty minutes they watched as Mary and Tyra were licked and ravished by one team member after another. When all four of the girls were released, Robert suggested that everyone might want to take a nap ... "so they would be ready for later activities." Edward took Catlin's arm and led her back upstairs to one of the bedrooms. She could see the other three, each with an escort, following behind as well as Anne and Mary who seemed to have paired with William and John.

Inside the bedroom, which had the same kind of four poster bed and satin sheets, Edward used a five foot length of light chain to fasten her left ankle cuff to one of the foot posts of the bed. She sat watching as he undressed and came to join her on the bed. The two were soon locked in passionate activity including oral as well as regular sex. Catlin had always enjoyed both sides of oral sex and didn't hesitate to kneel before Edward and suck his hard cock into her mouth, playing her tongue over the head, into the small opening, and around the hard shaft. Once, as she was sliding her mouth up and down the firm flesh, a thought of something she had read flashed into her mind. Without stopping to think about it she wet her finger and pushed it deeply into Edward's rectum. He appeared to love the sensation and Catlin herself found the feeling of his muscles clamping around her extended finger pretty hot.

The two of them fell asleep with their arms wrapped around each other and they slept soundly until a quiet knock sounded at the door. Edward stretched and, to Catlin's questioning look, said, "Just a wake up call. I think it's getting time for some more activity. Tell me, what did you think of our little game this morning?"

Catlin thought for a second and then replied, "Well, my lord, maybe the best way I can describe it is to say I found the experience ... penetrating."

Both of them broke up in laughter, but when he could speak again Edward said, "That, Wench, will cost you. Such smart remarks will surely earn you some punishment."

Catlin lowered her eyes and said in a little girl voice, "Does that mean I'm going to get a whipping?"

"Oh, I'm sure it means at least that." He slapped her on the bottom and Catlin gave a small cry. "You seem to like getting whipped, don't you?"

Catlin turned slightly more serious. "I like everything that goes with it. Just being whipped doesn't turn me on by itself. Not the pain, I mean. But the pain as a sexual stimulant is unreal. I love being whipped because it makes me sexually excited. I'm not saying this very well, but what I mean is that it's not that I'm turned on just by pain. I wouldn't want a real whipping - not any real pain. But a little - maybe more than just a little - does really make me hot."

Edward was nodding. "I understand. It's pretty much the same for all of us. None of us are into real pain or, for that matter, real master-slave relationships. But the games - including the whippings and such - really turn on every one of us."

They went down stairs and joined the others in the library where glasses of juice were waiting. After a few minutes Thomas spoke up. "I think we should take these girls back down to the dungeon. I, for one, can think of a number of things I'd like to do with them."Everyone quickly agreed and soon Catlin found herself in the dungeon and, like Meg, Mary, and Tyra, once more wearing wrist and ankle cuffs.

Mary was led to one of the tables where she was soon stretched out on her back and Catlin started hearing sounds of wild laughter as several of the lords and ladies began to tickle her.

As she was being led over to the end of one of the padded benches, she saw that Meg and Tyra were being placed face to face and stretched towards the ceiling by their wrists. Catlin could see their breasts squash against each other. Then she found herself being bent forward over the end of the bench and tightly tied. The bench looked a lot like a carpenter's saw horse except that the cross piece was a heavy four by six timber and was thickly padded and covered with smooth leather. Her legs were spread and the cuffs clipped to the bottoms of the A-frame support at that end and her wrists pulled forward to be clipped near the bottom of the A-frame legs at the other end. This left her ass exposed and both of her private openings spread and available. Her breasts hung down against the smooth surface on either side of the beam and she could feel the leather rapidly warming against them and against her belly.

A hand slid over her taut ass and a finger teased her anus. In the last twenty-four hours Catlin had discovered that her anus was far more sensitive than she had previously suspected. Before arriving yesterday she had never had anything bigger than a finger inserted there, and even that only rarely. But the first time a butt plug had been pushed home, Catlin discovered a host of new sensations, all of them to her liking. Now a lubricated finger began to push inside and then twist round and round as it worked its way back out and then in again, spreading the slick lubricant.




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Catlin loved the sensation and expected a butt plug to follow, but when the finger was removed, nothing replaced it. She was about to try to twist around to look when a searing line of pain crossed her tight backside. She squealed and another lash of the cat crossed her ass from the other direction. A glance around showed her that Edward and Robert were applying the whips. After about ten strokes the men stopped. They each began to tease a nipple and soon both were hard as rocks and sticking out from her breasts. As she guessed they would, each man hung a small clamp on a nipple, but then they added small lead weights to the clips, causing her firm breasts to stretch towards the floor. Another half dozen lashes followed.

Then she once more felt a slick finger penetrating her rear. This worked in and out for a minute before it was removed to be replaced with a rounded plastic tip. Pressure forced the object into her rectum until a rounded area popped inside. Catlin thought that it was probably a slightly larger butt plug, but suddenly she felt warm, almost hot, liquid begin to flow into her. She was being given an enema! Catlin had read of enemas used in sex but had never really thought of them as sexy, but now, as the hot liquid began to fill her and as Robert and Edward ran their hands over her, tugged at the nipple clamps, and occasionally lashed her bottom with the cat, she found the sensation a real turn-on unlike anything she had felt before.

The stimulation continued, her bowels filling and her arousal increasing, until Catlin came, shaking and pulling at her bonds. She began to calm down but the flow of liquid continued and she began to feel uncomfortable. Just when she thought she would have to call a halt, Edward said, "That's two and a half quarts. Let's see if you can handle another pint."

Catlin gritted her teeth and decided to try. At last the flow was ended. Edward did something at the end of the plug sticking in her ass and she saw him remove the hose. But she was still bound, still plugged, and beginning to cramp. "Now just hold it for five minutes and we'll let you get some relief. In the mean time ..." His voice trailed off and then the cat struck her once again.

Catlin held on and took the whipping, constantly aware of the clinching spasms her full belly was producing. She was surprised to find that despite the discomfort she was beginning to become aroused once more. Finally the whipping stopped and the two men unsnapped the clips on her cuffs. They pointed towards the bathroom door in the corner and Catlin hurried as fast as she could in a bent over, sort of crab-like walk. They let her go by herself and as soon as she entered she went as fast as possible into a stall. Bending over and standing in front of the toilet, she removed the plug and a flood followed it, bringing her instant relief from the cramps. When she had emptied, she took a quick shower and dried off. Then thinking what the men might want, she washed the plug and brought it back with her to where they were still waiting beside the bench.

Edward took the plug and smiled at her. "Did you like that, Wench?"

"Yes, my lord," Catlin answered. "I wouldn't have expected it, but yes I did."

"Good. Now let's get you back in place." With that the two once again bound her in the same position over the bench. Some more teasing, some more lubricant, and then Catlin once again felt some large rubber probe begin to push into her rectum. She was still stretched and somewhat excited, but yet some force was required before the large intruder slipped inside and her muscles closed around a smaller part of its shaft. This didn't feel quite like a butt plug and Catlin was wondering exactly what it was when she heard a small sound like air being squeezed out of a bag. Simultaneously the object inside her seemed to come alive and start to move.

More pumps caused it to grow larger and Catlin realized that it must be one of the Bardex devices she had read about on the net. Actually the sensation of the growing rubber ball inside her ass felt very sexy. Edward broke into her thoughts with, "Tell me when it's all you can take."

He gave another squeeze and the object grew again and began to feel a little uncomfortable. A couple of more and Catlin finally said, "I think that's all I can handle, my lord." Edward stopped squeezing and screwed a valve shut. He pumped at something else and another part inflated outside her anus so that Catlin now had her rear opening squeezed from both sides.

Edward wiggled the device sticking inside her and said, "Since you liked the last experience so well, we're going to give you another. This time there will be no worry of you spilling so you can hold it longer. I think maybe three and a half quarts." With this he opened a valve and Catlin felt hot liquid begin to flow again. But this time it wasn't water, but something much thicker, like a hot, thin syrup.

The flow continued slowly with Edward and Robert rubbing her stomach to shift the liquid (and rubbing her tits and thighs for other reasons) and after nearly ten minutes Robert said, "That's it. Now let's have her hold it for twenty minutes while we take her mind off it."

Twenty minutes! She'd be screaming with cramps by then. She already felt more full than she ever had and was constantly aware of the intense pressure inside her. But then, just as Robert had said, they did something to distract her. The something was in the form of six more lashes with the cat, but much harder than before. This was followed by more nipple clamps, this time with a lot more weight pulling at them. There were several more minutes of teasing and torment (which was actually exciting her quite a bit) when Catlin suddenly felt a hard cock begin to push against her pussy lips. It made its way inside and began to slowly move out and back in when Robert appeared in front of her with his hard cock moving towards her mouth.

Catlin began to suck the cock at her lips while Edward began to pound her from behind, occasionally adding a sharp lash to her back or thighs. Catlin could feel the mounting excitement of the men - to say nothing of her own rising excitement - but before either came, both pulled out. Catlin was frustrated and became instantly aware once more of the incredible pressure inside her as the cramps grabbed at her insides. But she had only a few seconds to notice this before Robert and Edward, having exchanged places, resumed where they had left off. Before too much longer Edward exploded in her mouth and she began to swallow and suck at his cock. Then Robert flooded her from behind and Catlin started her own orgasm. When she began to come down she was instantly aware of the cramps and strained against her bonds, moaning at the uncomfortable sensations.

"You still have two minutes to go," Robert said. "But we'll help you to make it." With that the two men began to lash her once more. When the two minutes ended, Edward released her and she made her way as fast as possible to the bathroom to obtain her relief.

When she returned, Robert took her over near where Meg and Tyra, their asses a bright red and criss-crossed with darker red lines, were still hanging from their wrists, but were now being fucked from behind by John and James. Mary was still tied to the table with William eating her pussy, Thomas feeding her his cock from above and Linda and Anne licking and sucking at her nipples. Catlin's hands were pulled overhead and Edward and Robert continued to tease and feel her up while she watched the other action.

Finally, after the room sounded with a number of climaxes, James said, "I think it must be nearing dinner time. Let's give the wenches something to keep their minds in the proper channel during the meal." He held up some objects and with noisy agreement several of the men went and took them from him. They went to each of the bound women and Catlin saw that the objects were a butt plug - her sore ass! - and a pair of Ben Wa balls. Catlin knew about these and had even worn a pair she had borrowed from a girlfriend once. Soon each of the women had both of their openings filled. Their cuffs were removed and everyone took a quick shower, with the lords and ladies dressing once again, but the other four remaining naked.

They headed upstairs and just before they got to the dining room, James stopped everyone. "They should also have some jewelry," he said and held up what looked like silver chain necklaces. But as Robert brought one over to her, Catlin saw they weren't to be worn around the neck. Each ended in a padded clamp and soon these were affixed to Catlin's nipples. Then everyone proceeded into dinner.

Dinner was served by two men and two women, all in their twenties or thirties, and all dressed in period costume. Except as necessary to serve they didn't speak and paid no attention to the fact that four of the diners were completely nude. Catlin and Tyra looked questioningly at them and after a while Robert explained. "They work for the company. They're paid to be here just to cook and serve and so on and will not take part in any of our activities. However, both couples are also into BDSM and have use of the facilities when we're not using them. There are two other couples here who also help out with the work, but sometimes participate to the extent of putting on a show for the guests. I believe you'll meet one of them after dinner."

Catlin ate the meal acutely aware at each instant that she was filled at both ends and was getting more and more aroused again. She was surprised by just how much she had been turned on since arriving yesterday - was that just yesterday? - and still saw no end in sight. At the moment she felt as though it would be impossible to ever have too much sex.

When dinner was over everyone made a trip to the bathroom where the four girls were allowed to remove their nipple chains, the plugs and the Ben Wa balls. When they came back out they had their wrist cuffs applied and their hands bound behind them again. Then everyone made their way down the hall to another large room. In the seventeen hundreds this would probably have been a music room. There was a small raised platform, or stage, at one end and a number of couches and chairs facing it. Everyone sat down, the four naked girls being placed between two of the lords or a lord and lady. Catlin found herself between Thomas and John.

The only lighting in the room had been several small oil lamps around the audience, but now the stage area began to become more illuminated. Probably concealed electric lights, Catlin thought, but not obvious enough to distract from the period setting.

When the lighting had increased sufficiently to reveal everything on the stage clearly, a man entered from the side. He wore high leather riding boots and skin tight moleskin trousers, but was bare to the waist. He was maybe twenty-five, tanned, and well muscled and was carrying a long riding crop.

"My lords and my ladies, " he began. "We have a serving wench who was caught sampling the wine in the kitchen. Normally this would only rate a dozen cuts of the crop, but this was a rare vintage and we felt she should be more severely punished. With your permission, I should like you to witness her punishment."

Lord Robert replied, "That certainly sounds serious enough to warrant severe measures. By all means, proceed."

The man then moved to the side of the stage, where there must have been a door, and reached out to grasp something. As he moved back to the center Catlin saw that the something was the rope binding the wrists of a naked woman. She was about the same age as the man, maybe a couple of years younger, and was totally nude. Catlin noticed that her pubic hair had been removed and decided that the sight of any female hair in those regions would probably be pretty unusual around here. The woman was slim, about five six, and had light brown hair tied back in a pony tail. He pulled her by the wrists to the center where he stood her facing the side. Catlin could see that her nipples were already sticking out from her large, but firm, breasts: she was excited about what was to come.

The man went to the back wall and released a rope, allowing a metal ring on the rope's end to pull it down directly above the waiting woman. He returned to her and fastened her wrists to the dangling ring and then went back to the wall and began to pull. The rope evidently was attached to a pulley or, more probably, a block and tackle and soon she was stretched tautly, just able to keep her toes on the floor. The man returned and faced the seated company. He held up a gag and inquired, "Should I silence the wench, my lord?"

Lord Robert answered for everyone. "No, I think not. Let her scream."

The man replied, "Very well, my lord," and placed the gag aside. He made several practice swings with the crop and each time the sharp whoosh of air sounded, Catlin could see the woman react, clinching her buttocks and tightening her muscles. Then he went to stand on the far side of her so the lords and ladies could have a good view. The next swing of the crop landed across her stretched rear with a loud crack which was immediately overridden by her scream. A red line appeared across the white skin.

He proceeded to land five more strokes and Catlin decided they were much more severe than any she wanted to experience, but, although each brought a sharp scream from the bound woman, she seemed to become more aroused by the beating.

After the sixth stroke, the man placed the long whip on a side table and then picked up a shorter, less vicious crop. He made several experimental swings and then brought the crop down on the tops of her protruding breasts, leaving a red line across the white globes. Another followed it and then two more to the bottoms of the hemispheres. Then he switched targets and placed three across her front between her lower belly and upper thighs. Then he switched once more and brought the crop down directly onto her hard nipples. Her scream was louder than any of the others and Catlin could see she was shaking, but thought it might actually be in orgasm rather than from the pain.

As her cries subsided, the man returned the crop to the side table and picked up a small basket. He returned and removed a clothes pin - a modern, spring-loaded one, not the unhinged ones of the time period - from the basket. He placed this on the woman's left nipple. Another went on her right. Now he continued to place clothes pins, making a circle of six around each breast. Then he placed two more on the outer lips of her sex.

The woman had cried out at the first two pins but then had been able to hold her response to a grimace for the others, even though it was obvious they hurt. Next the man returned the basket and brought back a single tailed whip. This had a tapering six foot lash atop a twelve inch polished wood handle. The man snapped it several times with a loud crack, each of which seemed to add to the woman's fright.

Now he stood to the side, facing her from several feet away. Suddenly the whip snaked out with a loud crack and one of the pins surrounding her left breast snapped away to fall on the floor. This did bring a scream from the woman and left a red mark where the pin had been squeezing her flesh, but apparently no mark from the whip. The man used only fifteen more strokes - one for each pin - to remove the remainder, never touching her flesh itself, but jerking the pin free each time.

When he had finished with the pins, including the two on her vaginal lips, the man went to the wall and lowered the woman's arms, but left her standing there still breathing heavily. Then he picked up a four foot piece of round wood dowel about two inches in diameter with heavy leather cuffs on either end. He indicated to the woman than she was to sit down on the floor, facing towards him, away from the gathered audience. She complied, wincing as her abused ass touched the rug. He placed the cuffs on her ankles, spreading her legs very wide apart. Next he anchored the hanging rope to an inverted Y chain fastened to the two ends of the bar.

Catlin now guessed that the woman was to be hoisted upside down and soon the man proved her correct. The downstairs rooms in the house had twelve foot ceilings so it wasn't difficult to raise her to where her head was a foot off the floor and the open V of her legs was just below the man's shoulder height.

He secured the rope at the wall and came back to the woman. He untied her wrists and retied her arms behind her back, wrist to elbow, keeping them completely out of the way. Then he placed a black silk blindfold around her eyes. Returning to the side table he picked up a cat of nine tails with thirty inch lashes and an eighteen inch handle. Standing beside her he shook out the tails and then suddenly delivered a severe lash directly across her already tender ass.

For the next twenty minutes he continued the whipping, always striking in unexpected locations. The blows were hard enough to leave red lines, but not enough to break the skin, and Catlin was sure the girl's screams were real enough. When her ass, back, stomach, and breasts were mostly a red color, the man moved directly behind the hanging girl. He raised the whip again and brought it down with considerable force on the inside of her left thigh. Catlin could see her body convulse as she screamed and strained against her bonds. He landed nine more, making five to the inside of each thigh and then added an additional four, bringing the tails directly down between her legs from behind and letting the ends of the lashes slam against her open slit and protruding clit. Her screams this time were louder than any previously.

As the girl hung there shaking, the man faced the audience again and said, "Is that sufficient to meet with your approval, my lords?"

Again lord Robert answered for them. "I believe she has been fairly taught a lesson. We thank you. And for a reward you may use her for your pleasure."

"Thank you, my lords, I will."

He lowered the woman slowly to the floor again and then pulled the rope high up out of the way. He came over to her and unfastened her ankles, allowing her to bring her legs together. Next he removed the blindfold. He helped her to kneel and then left her, her arms still bound behind her back, while he pulled a canvas covered object to the center of the stage area. He uncovered this and it was revealed to be a bench for binding a victim. It looked like another version of the padded carpenter's saw horse, but with poles extending perpendicular to the cross member at each end.

He helped the girl to stand and move over to the side of the horse where he spread her legs wide and anchored them to the legs at either end. Next he untied her arms, but soon stretched her over the padded bar and refastened them to the extended poles, stretching her once more. Her breasts were hanging down and he picked up a couple of the clothes pins to snap on her nipples.

Next he stopped to remove his boots and trousers revealing a large, hardening cock, probably eight inches long. The girl was placed so that the group was looking at her from the side and now the man went around and stood between her bound arms. He placed his cock at her lips and she opened to take him inside. For several minutes he fucked her face, the girl even taking his large shaft down into her throat. Then he pulled out and moved around behind her and Catlin saw his huge shaft slide easily into a very wet pussy. He fucked her for several more minutes, sometimes moving so slowly he seemed to be frozen and at other times pounding in quick and hard to the hilt. The girl was obviously becoming more and more excited and seemed to Catlin to be nearing a climax when the man withdrew his massive tool. But then, to Catlin's complete surprise, he bent forward and used his tongue to lick and even enter the bound girl's anus. But after a few seconds of this he stood once more and placed the head of his still wet and hard cock against her rear opening instead of his tongue. Catlin couldn't imagine how such a massive cock could enter the girl there without tearing her, but it did. Slowly at first, but then faster, plunging its huge length in as far as possible. In less than a minute the girl was screaming again, but this time as she shuddered through a tremendously hard climax and was joined by the man as he shot a load deeply inside her tight ass.




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Afterwards he released the girl from the bench and removed her cuffs. He gave her a hard kiss and then they both turned to face the audience who began to applaud. The two of them gave a slight bow, thanked the lords and ladies, and then, both still naked, left by the side door.

Catlin realized she was dripping wet. And from the squirming going on around her, she guessed most everyone else was also pretty turned on. And why not! That had been a really hot show. It was easily the hottest show Catlin had ever seen, but then this wasn't too surprising since she had never before seen a sex show. Still, from some of the descriptions she had read on the net, this appeared to be much hotter than most.

There was little question what was going to happen next. In fact as Catlin looked over Tyra was already being laid back on a couch with William, naked himself, beginning to push his cock inside her as James held her and removed his clothes at the same time. All the lords and ladies were removing their clothing and it looked like a full scale orgy was about to start when Thomas suddenly said, "John, let's put her on the bench." John quickly agreed and in a minute Catlin found herself tied over the bench in the same position the other woman had occupied a short time earlier.

Once she was tightly stretched, both John and Thomas began to use the cat and the short crop on her, mostly on her tender ass. But this was nothing like the beating the other girl had taken and Catlin found the sharp stings exciting. Soon Thomas was feeding her his cock while John fucked her pussy from behind. Suddenly John stiffened and Catlin felt his load shoot deep inside her, but spread open as she was, their combined juices soon began to leak out.

Catlin hadn't come yet (this time!) and so when Thomas suddenly pulled his six and a half inches from her eager mouth she felt instantly frustrated. But instead of leaving, Thomas moved behind her and with one long thrust pushed his cock all the way inside her. He made a couple of strokes and Catlin was starting to near climax again when he pulled all the way out once more. But almost instantly she felt the head of his cock, slick with both of their juices (as well as John's!) began to press against her own anus. Catlin had always been afraid of anal sex but had been wondering if she could get up the nerve to try it. Now she didn't even stop to wonder. She was so hot that when Thomas began to press against her she tried her best to relax and, even though the stretching hurt somewhat, let him push the head of his cock inside her tight rear opening.

He proceeded slowly and soon Catlin was begging him to fuck her ass. He complied and within a couple of minutes both of them were coming. Catlin thought she had never come that hard and as Thomas softened inside her and ran his tongue along her back she decided this was the hottest sex she had ever had.

For the next hour the orgy continued. Catlin was left on the bench for most of it and twice more she was taken, once in the mouth and once in her pussy. As the party began to wind down, Thomas and John untied her. Everyone remained nude and began to make their way upstairs. Catlin assumed that she and Tyra would once again be tied in the same room to be available for any callers, but it seemed the lords had other plans. As they had for naps that afternoon, everyone paired up. She found herself with William and, after a bathroom stop and quick shower, he led her to a bedroom.

Catlin expected to be bound for the night and was not surprised when William began to put soft wrist and ankle cuffs on her. He clipped her hands together behind her back and blew out two lamps, leaving the room lit only by a single candle. Then, facing her, he placed his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. Catlin found herself responding instantly. She had been here for only about a day and a quarter and already she had experienced more and different sex than she had in months, perhaps years. She felt sore in many places, but it was a pleasant soreness, and her nearly constant state of arousal continued to astound her.

William continued to kiss and fondle her for several minutes, his breathing also picking up to match hers. Then he pulled slightly away from her and said, "You are, of course, but a captive wench, so I may do with you as I will. But I would ask, is there anything in particular you would like?"

Catlin suddenly realized there was something. She surprised even herself - maybe especially herself - but she replied, "Yes, my lord. If it please you there is something I desire. I would much like it if you tied me face down on the bed, lashed my bottom and then fucked me in the ass."

William looked completely surprised. "I would have thought you would have been far too sore for that. Your ass has been pretty well whipped this last day and you did say that this afternoon is the only time you've had anal sex, didn't you?"

Catlin actually felt a little embarrassed. "Yes, but I loved it! And, yes, my ass is already sore and I'm sure I'll probably hurt like hell by tomorrow, but I seem to be unbelievably horny. I've never come as hard as this afternoon and I'd really like to try it again."

William looked thoughtful. "Well normally you should let your rectum rest and recover a little after the first time, but you were stretched a little with the plugs first. And Thomas isn't so large that he tore you any, did he?" Catlin shook her head. "As you can see I'm not quite as wide as Thomas, but a lot longer." Catlin looked down at his already hard cock which was, as he said, not large in diameter, but looked almost nine inches long. She felt a sudden wave of desire mixed with apprehension at the thought of that inside her rear and squeezed her thighs together hard. "If you promise to tell me if it hurts, I may think about it. OK?"

Catlin quickly agreed. "I promise if it hurts - at least if it hurts too much - to tell you. But right now I can't think of anything else I want more."

William smiled. He unfastened her wrists from behind her back and said, "In that case, Wench, on your belly." Catlin scrambled up onto the bed and stretched herself spread eagled. William quickly bound her wrists to the corners of the headboard. He stuffed a pillow under her hips, raising her ass into the air, and then pulled her ankles tight to the corners of the footboard. Moving to the side of the room he picked up a cat with two foot tails along with a pair of nipple clamps. He held up the clamps and asked, "Are your tits up to these?"

Catlin thought a second and then replied, "Yes, my lord, they would appreciate the stimulation." William reached under her left breast and pulled her up hard enough to free her already stiff and hard nipple. He let the clamp snap on it and then let her fall back, her weight pressing against the metal clamp, increasing the pain. He repeated this for the right side.

Next he used some Vaseline to lube her anus, working his finger in and out, twisting it around and around, exciting her even more as he did. "Now one more thing," he said, and took a large plastic dildo and worked it inside her wet pussy. The pillow held it in place as he switched it on and strong vibrations began to flood her lower regions.

He stood and raised the whip. "Prepare yourself, Wench," he said, and brought the tails down across her ass with a hard slap.

Catlin gave a small cry. Her ass was sore and the whip did hurt, but it also stirred other feelings. Since that first frat party where she had been tied and spanked, she had been turned on by the idea of bondage and spankings. She had begun to explore the world of BDSM on the internet, finding some things which not only turned her off, but disgusted her. But she also found a lot of things which turned her on. She especially loved to read stories of captive women who were tortured - but not real torture - and used sexually. She had tried to get a couple of boyfriends to tie her up and spank her, but most of them seemed to find that a little strange. But her fantasy life was another matter. She had imagined herself in a number of scenarios where she was tied or otherwise bound and spanked, whipped or "tortured" and then ravished repeatedly. Most of her frequent masturbation was accompanied by some such daydream.

Now she was experiencing the real thing and she had found it more exciting than any of her fantasies. As the whip came down again, Catlin felt herself flood with more moisture and the strong vibrations from the dildo added to her excitement. She didn't want real pain. Some of the things she had seen on the net made her feel sick, especially for the women who wanted them. The idea of real torture was repellent in the extreme. But the sting of the cat and the feel of the clamps on her tits brought a pain that seemed to go straight to her pussy, raising her higher and higher. She pushed her breasts harder into the bed, making the clamps hurt more and tried to arch her ass farther out.

After about a dozen and a half strokes, William put down the whip and climbed on the bed between her legs. He leaned forward and she felt the head of his cock touch her anus which was already contracting in anticipation. He had applied lube to his cock and as he began to press against her rear opening, she opened to him and the head of his cock slid easily inside. Catlin sucked in her breath and tried to push back harder against him, but her tight bonds prevented almost any movement, adding to her arousal and frustration.

William slowly pushed and she felt him going deeper and deeper until she thought he must be all the way inside. But still he came on. His girth wasn't enough to really hurt as it stretched her, but she had never had anything this deeply inside her there before. In fact she had never had anything but a finger in there until this afternoon. She began to feel the strain and thought that pretty soon she would have to call a halt when his pubic hair began to press against her tender ass cheeks. He froze with his shaft pushed to the limit and Catlin felt as though she was filled half way to her throat. She could feel the dildo and his cock press against each other across the membranes separating them. Then he began to slowly withdraw. Involuntarily her muscles clinched to hold him inside and the slow slide out drove her nearly wild. But not as wild as the following slow slide back in to the hilt. Soon William was moving faster and plunging into her slickened rear passage over and over.

The vibrating dildo, the nipple clamps, and the lashes of the cat had driven Catlin almost to climax even before William had entered her. But she had found while masturbating that if she could hold off her climax, it was usually a lot stronger. She had, of course, read stories of masters who made their slaves wait to come until ordered, but she wasn't sure if it was really possible unless she was controlling the stimulation herself. Still she decided to try to wait this time and succeeded in holding herself just below the critical level. Now, as William neared his own release, Catlin had to fight harder and harder to keep herself in check. Suddenly William stiffened and she felt the first huge spurts deeply inside her bowels and she could wait no longer. She gave in and her own orgasm began and as William continued to convulse, shooting his come into her, she went into uncontrollable spasms and suddenly screamed as her sphincter clamped down on his hard tool. Stretched as she was her muscles could mostly only contract against themselves, but this they did as never before. William was using his hands to hold himself tightly against her ass and her own body was trying its best to keep him inside. She became lost to the real world and later believed she had actually passed out for a few seconds. When she once more became aware of her surroundings and of William lying spent atop her, she felt as if that had been all of her previous orgasms rolled into one.

He slowly extricated himself and then removed the dildo. As he released the nipple clamps, Catlin winced at the sharp pain of returning blood and when he unfastened her wrists and ankles she didn't even try to move them for several seconds. Finally she slowly rolled over beside him. She reached up and kissed him deeply. "That was incredible! Definitely the hottest sex I've ever had."

He smiled at her. "You are definitely one incredibly sexy woman. I think you may find yourself very in demand this week. But now, I think I should bind you for the night." He clipped her wrists together and pulled them above her head to attach to the headboard. However he left her feet free so she could turn over if she wished. He rose to go and wash himself and when he returned, blew out the candle and then returned to the bed and soon, with his hand on her breast, both of them fell asleep. 



XAd, Inc Pt. 03



XAd, Inc. - Ch. 4

Once during the night Catlin woke to find she was trying to rub herself against William's sleeping form. But just as realization of what she was doing came, William woke up and soon was rubbing back. He lowered his head and used his tongue to drive her to three climaxes before mounting her and taking his own pleasure. Then, pressed against each other, they both fell back asleep and didn't stir until the sun was coming in the windows the next morning.

William released her and the two of them made their way to the bathroom to shower, after which William once more dressed. By now Catlin was used to remaining nude and thought nothing of it when he led her into the dining room where most of the other lords and ladies, also dressed, were eating breakfast. She saw that Meg and Tara, both naked like herself, were also there. While they were eating, Mary and the remaining lords came in.

When the meal was over someone suggested that they adjourn to the lawn again and soon Catlin was standing in the warm sunshine with the feel of soft grass beneath her feet. Robert called for attention. "I think this morning we should allow our captives a little rest." This was met with a few boos and other derisive remarks. "We do want them to recover enough for more hardy activities this afternoon. But I agree that they shouldn't be able to take their leave completely. I was thinking of placing them in some tight bondage." This time there were cheers from the assembled group.

Robert led them over to where there was a pillory and a set of stocks at the side of the lawn. As the four naked women were looking at these Robert said, "I have in mind these - he indicated the two devices - for two of our guests and for the other two, perhaps a hogtie and maybe binding to that tree. Perhaps we should let them volunteer."

He turned towards the four women with a questioning look. Mary quickly spoke up. "If it would please you, my lord, I should prefer the hogtie."

"Very well," Robert answered. He nodded and John came over with some pieces of soft rope. They placed Mary's arms together behind her back, palm to palm, and began at her wrists. They tightly wrapped the rope around her wrists and arms to a point above her elbows, which made her shoulders pull back and her breasts stick out. They tied the end of a rope around her chest just above her breasts, wrapped it around the base of each globe, and then again around her chest below her breasts. The end of this was brought down her stomach and through her crotch, bisecting her pussy and up the crack of her ass where it was tied to the rope above her tits. Then they used another piece of rope to bind her ankles and continue up her legs to just below her crotch, pulling her legs and thighs tightly together. The two of them lowered her to the ground, placing her face down on the soft grass. Her knees were bent and a piece of rope used to tie her ankles to her wrists.

To Catlin this looked very uncomfortable, but still she thought she might like to try it - at least for a short time. She suddenly realized she had no idea how long they planed to keep them bound. Robert placed Mary on her side and turned back to the three remaining women. "Who would like to try the stocks?"

Tyra quickly answered, "I would, if it please you, my lord." She glanced at Catlin and Meg and said, "At least I can sit down."

John overheard the remark and smiled at her. She would soon find that sitting was not as comfortable as it seemed. Tyra was led to the stocks where she was seated on the wood plank, her legs stretched out in front of her, and her ankles spread about two feet apart and placed in the padded holes of the cross piece. A top bar was lowered over this, trapping her ankles. There were two more half holes in the top of this piece and John pulled her wrists forward to them. These were separated by about a foot and to reach them Tyra had to bend slightly forward. When a second crosspiece was closed over them she found that the position kept a strain on her back and within a few minutes also realized that sitting naked on a hard wood plank was not as comfortable as she had expected.

As the men finished with Tyra, Meg looked over at Catlin with a questioning look on her face. Catlin gave a slight shrug: she had no idea which form of bondage she wanted. Meg also shrugged then turned towards the approaching men. "If it please you, my lords, I would like the pillory."

She was led to the device and found that she needed to spread her legs about a foot and a half apart also to fit the padded holes designed to trap her ankles. Then she bent at the waist to place her neck and ankles in the padded holes of the cross piece before the top was closed over it. She was left standing, legs spread, pussy and anus exposed, arched forward in a curve which placed a strain on her back.

Now John and Thomas approached Catlin. They led her over to a nearby tree and had her stand with her back towards the trunk. The trunk was about ten inches in diameter and John moved her feet to either side of the bottom. He and Thomas then used more of the soft rope to anchor her ankles tightly to the trunk. They used another piece to tie her hands together behind the trunk, straining her arms slightly and thrusting her beasts out. Then they began to wrap the rope tightly around both Catlin and the tree, beginning at her ankles and moving up her body to the tops of her thighs. Another piece of rope was tied around her chest above her breasts and, like Mary's, wrapped around each of her breasts and then down through her crotch. She felt the soft rope pull tightly into her pussy and against her anus as it was pulled up her back and tied around the tree somewhere above her shoulder height. Then more rope was used to pull her tightly against the tree, wrapping her from her hips up to above her breasts.


As the men stepped back to admire their work, Catlin realized she could move only her head and fingers. She was pressed tightly against the tree bark, her ass cheeks spread with the rope pulling between them, and her pussy opened both by the separating rope and the position of her spread legs. She was firmly held, but none of the ropes was tight enough to cut off circulation.

All four of the women were bound within a few feet of each other and facing towards the center of the group. The lords and ladies all came around and examined each of the women, occasionally tweaking a nipple or stroking across a pussy. Then after a few minutes of this teasing they all left and went back into the house.

All four of the women were aroused from the teasing and squirmed as best they could against their bonds. After a minute or two Catlin said, "Mary, that hogtie looks like it must be awfully uncomfortable. Is it? And did you know what it would be like when you asked for it?"

Mary eased her squirming body and smiled up at Catlin. "Yes and yes. I love tight bondage, especially if I'm teased sexually. As you probably know by now, I don't get off on the whipping and stuff, but being tied completely helpless while some guy - or girl - plays with me is incredibly hot. I love sex - most kinds of sex - and being bound while it's happening is the icing on the cake."

"Well, I'll admit I didn't expect the stocks to be quite such a strain," Tyra commented. I think I'd rather get my ass whipped than sit like this a long time. How long do you think they'll keep us like this, anyway?"

Mary answered. "I've no idea. They were careful tying us up so my circulation is OK. Everyone else, too? If not, better say so." Everyone agreed they were OK from that standpoint. "Well," Mary went on, "I have been in a hogtie for six hours, but I don't expect they'll leave us anywhere near that long."

"Six hours!" Catlin exclaimed. "I don't think I could take this that long. I'll admit that getting felt up without being able to move is pretty hot. And pretty frustrating. I just hope we get laid when they turn us loose."

"Amen," chimed in Mary. "Better yet, before they let us loose, if possible."

"You said you like all kinds of sex, Mary," Catlin said. "Have you had anal before?"

"Sure. I really like it - if the guy is careful. Especially if I'm tied so I can't move much. What about you guys? Tried it before?"

"I have a few times," Meg answered. "It's OK, but not my favorite thing."

"I've done it quite a bit," Tyra said. "I usually like it, but sometimes it's not all that great."

"Well, before the other night, I'd never tried it," Catlin said. "But I loved every second of it. And you're right, Mary. It is awfully hot when I'm tied."

"It sure is, isn't it?" Mary said. "Have you been had by two guys at the same time yet?"

"No, I hadn't even thought of it. Unless you mean like last night when I had one in my mouth while another guy was fucking me. But if you mean regular and anal, it does sound pretty hot."

"Well," Mary went on, "I, for one, love that. The only thing hotter than a hard cock filling one of my holes is two - or even three - filling the others. I am definitely getting horny."

"I think we can all agree on that," Meg laughed.

"Is this your first 'adventure'?" Mary asked.

"I've been here once before," Meg answered, "but that's all."

"It's my first," Tyra said.

"Mine, too," Catlin answered. "Until a couple of weeks ago I never thought anything like this really happened. In fact, I'm still not sure."

Mary laughed. "I know what you mean and this is my fourth. I was here once before and then on two others. All different and all incredibly hot."

Just then they noticed the lords and ladies returning. They were carrying something in their hands and when they came closer, the somethings were revealed to be feathers and soft brushes.

Catlin had a pretty good idea what to expect, and found she was right as James used a soft camel hair brush to tickle her nipples and Thomas ran the edge of a feather up her open pussy lips. She could see the other women being tickled, usually on their sexual parts, by the other lords and ladies. For the next fifteen minutes the six men along with Linda and Anne continued to move among the four bound girls, running a feather edge across Meg's anus, using a brush on Tyra's nipples and exposed feet, tormenting Mary relentlessly. The teasing and sexual stimulation continued and Catlin was sure that all four of them were as wet and frustrated as she was herself. Then the lords and ladies went back inside once more.

For the next hour and a half or so the pattern continued. Every few minutes they would be subjected to intense tickling and teasing and then left alone for a little while. All of them were hot and frustrated, and Meg said it for all of them. "I don't know about you girls, but I definitely need to be soundly fucked. By any one or all of them, in any hole or all, separately or at once."

Finally they were released, but instead of the sex they desperately desired, their hands were tied in front of them and John suggested, "Why don't we take them to the baths to loosen up a little?"

This was met with approval all around and the four were led around to a part of the house they hadn't visited yet. As they entered by a side door, Catlin saw they were in a large area with what appeared to be swimming pools. Everything was done in ceramic tile and she realized that these could indeed be Roman baths from the second century or earlier. There was a large pool and two smaller ones, each one of these lesser ones about six feet on a side.

All the lords as well as Anne and Linda shed their clothing and the four were led over to the two smaller pools. As she got closer, Catlin saw that these had benches around the inside edges and, as she stepped into one, found the water warm, almost hot, like a hottub. She was soon seated on a bench between Thomas and James, with Mary directly across from her between William and Linda. Seated, the water came above her breasts and the warm temperature did seem to relax her taut muscles.

Soon the men began to let their hands roam over her, pinching nipples and fingering her pussy. Once she glanced around and saw that Mary had her tits being teased by William while Linda seemed to have a finger buried in her pussy. In the other pool Meg and Tyra seemed to be getting similar attention. Then she forgot about the others as her own arousal increased.

Both of the men had erections and were increasing their attentions. Thomas stood in front of her and pulled her to her feet, letting his fingers begin to stroke across her pussy lips. Suddenly James reached for something outside the pool. When he brought his hand back it made its way to Catlin's anus and she felt a finger, slick with vaseline penetrate her rear. He moved the finger in and out, spreading the slick substance. Some water may have entered, but the greasy stuff coated her rectum instead of washing off. James stood on the bench so he was partly out of the water and covered his hard member with a thick layer of the stuff. Then he dropped back down and Thomas helped lift Catlin up as he placed his slick cock against her anus. As turned on as she was, Catlin had no hesitation in trying to relax her anal muscle ring and, with surprising ease, James slid inside her tight rear hole.

He pushed himself slowly in to the hilt and then held Catlin tightly against him. Thomas then penetrated her pussy with his hard cock and the three of them began to rock against one another. Catlin had never experienced anything like this. She had never had sex in the water, much less with two men at the same time, and even anal sex was less than a day old to her. Within a couple of minutes the incredible stimulation, the hot water and her near weightlessness in it combined with her already horny state to drive Catlin to a screaming climax, quickly followed by the two men, jerking against her as they both shot their loads deeply inside.

James continued to hold her tightly as his member began to shrink inside her rear. Thomas slid out of her pussy but continued to caress her tits. James leaned forward and ran his tongue around the inside of her right ear, causing an uncontrollable shiver. As they continued to relax Catlin noticed that a little of the vaseline had melted and formed spots on the surface of the water. When she asked about it, James said, "They're scheduled to drain and clean the small pools tonight anyway, so it won't be too much trouble. Why don't we go grab a quick shower and get cleaned off. Then we can swim a while before lunch, if you want."

They left the pool and Catlin noticed that near the other pool Meg was lying on her back with John's cock in her mouth and Anne's mouth pressed against her crotch. Mary was still in the pool, as was Tyra, and both of them were still fully occupied. James and Thomas untied her wrists and led her over to a shower room at one side where very modern, non-Roman fixtures provided them a quick cleansing.

When they returned she saw that several of the others were heading that way and Meg and her two companions were sprawled side by side, recovering. The three of them went to the large pool and dove in. For the next half hour everyone - lords, ladies, and captives - swam and played in the large pool. Finally everyone came out and dried off and then, all but the four captives once more dressed, made their way back around the house and inside for lunch.

After lunch, as the previous day, every one paired up for naps. Catlin found herself with Edward. She spent the first half hour tied spread eagled, first in a hot sixty nine and then arching her hips against Edward's powerful thrusts. Then, thoroughly tired out, slept soundly until Edward awakened her.

As everyone gathered in the library for a glass of juice the girls were informed they would be spending the next few hours in the dungeon once again. When everyone had gone downstairs Anne announced, "Lord Robert and Lord James have lost a wager and must pay their forfeit. However, I think it reasonable to have Catlin and Tyra aid them."

Linda and the other lords cheered, and Tyra and Catlin looked at each other in confusion. Anne and Linda each took a wrist and led the two girls to the center of the room. Wrist and ankle cuffs were placed on them and they were made to stand about six feet apart, side by side, both facing the same direction. Two of the men came over to help and soon Catlin found herself stretched in a tight spread eagle between floor and ceiling. Chains pulled her arms up and four feet apart, while her ankles were tied to floor rings spaced about three feet. She began to wonder what sort of "forfeit" Robert and James were going to pay.

She soon found out. When the two girls were secure, James and Robert appeared. Both had stripped completely and were also wearing wrist and ankle cuffs. Robert came over to face Catlin and James went to Tyra. Robert raised his hands and soon they were stretched and chained to the same points as Catlin's own. Even before this naked man was pressed against her, Catlin had been turned on again. Now she was dripping and Robert's arousal was obvious. Anne used her hand to insert Robert's penis into Catlin's vagina with an admonishment not to move. Then she used wide leather straps to closely bind them at the waist and the top of each thigh. Held thusly, Robert was trapped inside her as long as he remained erect. Anne then attached his ankles cuffs to hers with his legs inside her own.

Catlin was having a hard time obeying the instruction not to move. Her hard nipples were rubbing against Robert's chest hair, her breasts pressed tightly to him, and she could feel the pounding of his blood inside his hard cock. She looked at him and whispered, "My lord, what will they do to us?"

He grinned at her. "We're to be whipped, Wench. At least until we both come, and maybe longer."

Catlin couldn't help herself and clamped down on his cock with her vaginal muscles. Robert sucked in his breath. "Like that idea, huh?"

Catlin leaned so her mouth was almost against his. "Most definitely," she said, and then brushed her tongue across his lips.

Tyra and James were bound in a like manner and looked just as excited. Anne and Linda approached, each with a cat with two foot tails in her hand. They were standing behind the two men and Catlin sensed, rather than saw, two of the lords move behind Tyra and herself. Anne looked around and nodded. A second later there was the sound of leather on bare flesh as four whips struck home. The whipping continued, hard and frequent lashes, mostly on their asses, but occasionally landing elsewhere. Bound as they were the two could only strain against each other rather than stroke in and out, but the stimulation was still incredible. Catlin soon began to come; once and then again and then once more. However it hadn't been that long since Robert had come and it took some time before he was pushed over the edge and spurted inside her. As they hung there panting, the whipping continued for another half dozen strokes and then finally stopped. Anne and the man, who turned out to be William, moved up to them and used their hands and lips to tease and stroke the bound couple. Finally the four were released.

When they came to the dungeon the lords and ladies sometimes remained fully dressed, but often, as they had now, chose to instead don other clothing. The men usually wore only a short leather wrap-around kilt which came less than half way down to their knees. The women sometimes wore a close fitting stretch one piece or other times, like now, also used the leather kilts with or without a leather halter. Today Linda wore both while Anne was bare to the waist, her hard nipples showing her own excitement.


James and Robert were released and put on their own kilts, but Catlin and Tyra were left stretched. Catlin saw that Meg and Mary were tied to the rape racks and getting the attention of a couple of the men. Then, as a leather paddle struck her already sore ass, she forgot about the others.




XAd, Inc Pt. 03



For the next three hours the four were subjected to various forms of bondage and Meg, Tyra, and Catlin, at least, received a variety of torments, including nipple clamps, strappings, and whippings. All were subjected to a nearly constant stream of sexual stimulations either from the men's hands, tongues, or cocks or from several types of dildos and vibrators.

Once Catlin was bound over a whipping rack which resembled a miniature picnic table. The table was a padded four by six inch beam set about thirty inches off the floor. Along either side ran "benches," six inch wide planks, padded. These ran parallel to the top bar, but extended nearly a foot beyond the ends. Catlin was made to kneel on the benches, her legs spread, and lie along the beam. Her hands were anchored to the legs at the far end and her ankles were strapped to the benches. This left her stretched, her pussy and anus wide open, and her ass raised and available. Her breasts hung on either side of the beam and soon had nipple clamps and small lead weights attached.

In this position she was whipped with several types of cats and straps and taken sexually several times, including once by Thomas in her ass. After she had been had twice Catlin felt something again begin to penetrate her pussy. But this wasn't a cock. It felt like smooth plastic, a dildo, and when Catlin looked over her shoulder she was surprised to see Anne behind her. Anne moved her hips forward and Catlin felt the phallus sink deeply inside her. Anne was fucking her with a strap-on! The other end of the strap-on evidently went into Anne, and as she thrust harder and harder she became more excited herself. Catlin quickly forgot her surprise and gave herself over to the stimulation until both she and Anne had come.

As Anne withdrew Catlin thought it was over, but suddenly Linda was there taking her place. Except that the strap-on Linda wore pressed against her anus. It was slick with lubricant and soon was moving rhythmically in and out. When she finally came this time, Catlin hung over the bar, nearly exhausted, and soon was released.

The other three had been receiving their own share of sex and "torture" and, as they showered, Catlin noticed that there were red lines across both Tyra and Meg and that Mary had a number of red marks from what was probably tight bondage. But all looked happy and sated.

After dinner everyone went to the music room again and watched as two couples - the pair from the previous night and another - put on a hot sex show. The two women were kept bound throughout and used by both men in a variety of ways. At one point they were placed on their knees with their hands bound behind them, facing away from each other. Their ankles were spread about a foot apart and bound to each other's while their knees, similarly spread, were tied to rings in the floor. Their hands had been bound behind them so they were now kneeling with their heads down and asses up. The two men used short pieces of rope and pulled them up to anchor their wrists together also, placing a strain on their arms to hold them in that position. But before they tied off the ropes a large, two ended dildo was inserted deeply into each girl's rectum. It looked to Catlin as if at least ten inches of dildo disappeared inside each.

Now the two women were anchored to the floor and to each other. The only thing making them stable was the pull of the other's wrists and the constant motion must have been producing unbelievable sensations in their asses. The two men used straps on their exposed bottoms and teased their pussies with vibrators and their tits with clamps. This went on for forty five minutes while the two girls went through numerous orgasms. Finally a man knelt in front of each woman and let her use her mouth to bring him off. The two women were then released and accepted the praise of the assembled lords and ladies before leaving.

By this time it was late enough for bed and Catlin expected to once more be the property of one of the lords for the night, so when John took her for a stop at one of the bathrooms and then led her to a room, she wasn't surprised. But what did surprise her was that just as John opened the door, Meg, led by James, came up and entered with them.

Inside, Catlin saw an enormous bed. This must have been custom made and looked wider than any king she had seen. Soon she found herself stretched next to Meg, their arms, thighs, and legs touching, as they lay tied tightly face up in the center. Then a naked John was coming down on top of her and an equally naked James was mounting Meg.

For the next four and a half hours the two girls were subjected to an incredible variety of sex, in what seemed to be every possible position and combination. Both were fucked in every hole by each man. And while the men, of course, didn't come every few minutes - even if they could have, they wanted this to last - both of the girls did. They were tied on their sides face to face with a double dildo penetrating their pussies while the two men used their rear holes. Each was taken by both men simultaneously while the other girl used her tongue on all three. They were stretched back to back from the ceiling with the dildo penetrating their rear holes this time while the men first gave them a mild whipping and then fucked them in their stretched and standing position.

When they were finally tied side by side once more with the men lying on their other sides, Catlin felt as if she had been strained in every possible way. Her tits hurt, her anus was sore and felt stretched wide, her pussy was sore both inside and out, and most of her skin was tender, if not bruised. But she had never felt more sexually satisfied in her life. In the few seconds before she fell asleep, with John's finger lying between her pussy lips and gently pressing her clit, she thought only that she would like this adventure to last and last.



XAd, Inc Pt. 04



XAd, Inc. - Ch. 5

The next morning everyone slept late, until nearly noon, in fact. Not surprising if the others had gotten no more sleep than John, James, Catlin and Meg. She was still sore everywhere - not really sore enough to be actually very uncomfortable, but enough to remind her that her body had gotten quite a workout. The group had a late brunch instead of lunch and afterwards everyone went back to the hot baths to relax. This time, while there was, of course, some playing, there was not the intense sex there had been the afternoon before.

By the time she had spent a couple of hours either soaking in the hot water or swimming to loosen up, Catlin felt considerably better, not to mention, aroused once more. When she thought about it she found it hard to believe she had been anywhere near as turned on as she had been the past few days. She was a girl who liked sex, no doubt about that. But until a few days ago she had confined herself to one man at a time (except for that incident at the frat party) and, while she had had some hot fantasies in her imagination, her real life sex was not nearly so wild. But in the last few days all that had changed. She had had more sex in more variety than she would have thought possible in six months. She had experienced a number of new things: real spankings and whippings and a whole lot of bondage; anal sex; sex with women; sex with more than one man, not only serially, but even with two or three at the same time. And somewhat to her surprise she had loved every second of it! She still had no desire to try such wild things when she went back: she was all too aware of the vast risk this behavior would entail there. But here, with the assurance that everyone was safe, both medically and psychologically, she could give herself over to pure pleasure.

When at last everyone climbed out of the water and began to dress - that is, everyone except the four captives, who remained naked - Catlin felt relaxed and fully ready for more sex play. She and the other three were taken outside into the warm sunshine and tied spread eagled on the soft grass. Catlin felt herself flood with moisture as her arms and legs were stretched wide and she was very ready to be taken by one or more of the men (or even one of the women!), but she was soon disappointed. That is, she would have been disappointed if she could have stopped to think about it. For the next two hours the four girls were tickled and sexually teased with nearly constant stimulation, but never received enough to push them over into climax. Their anguished cries indicated their frustration each time one of their tormenters stopped his attentions and withdrew. Finally, with all four of the women nearly hysterical with arousal and frustration, everyone stopped and backed off, leaving them squirming against their bonds. Their bindings were loosened slightly and then the lords and ladies disappeared, leaving them tied and frustrated, lying on the soft grass in the warm sun.

To her own amazement Catlin suddenly realized she had been asleep. She looked around and saw the lords and ladies returning and guessed that their talk and laughter were what had aroused her. At least aroused her from sleep. She was aroused in other ways even more than she had been earlier and twisted and pulled desperately, wishing she was being soundly fucked.

The women were untied and taken inside for a bathroom stop and then into dinner. After a light meal, their hands were bound, and they went again to the music room where the curtains had been pulled back from a large window. At least Catlin thought it was a window at first glance, but when she looked closer she saw that beyond the "window" was really a rear projection screen with a film of the outside grounds showing. Everyone was seated, with the four captives still bound. The room lighting was very dim and now even that was removed except for one small candle. As they watched the window, two bound and nude women were led into view by four young men. The women were tied with their hands raised above their heads to a pair of what looked like whipping posts and soon the men began to administer a lashing with a variety of whips. For nearly an hour the assembled group watched as the two women were whipped and otherwise abused as well as used sexually by all four men in a number of ways. Catlin realized that they were watching a custom made porn tape, but admitted that it was still a really hot experience. By the end she was squirming in her bonds - not to mention under the teasing hands of Thomas and Edward - and wanting to be laid even more than she had earlier.


After the six figures moved out of the scene, the lords rose and pulled Catlin and Tyra along after them. Linda and Anne took the other two girls somewhere, but Catlin and Tyra were led downstairs to the dungeon once again. They were allowed a bathroom stop along the way with the warning that it might be a long time before they got another chance. When they arrived in the dungeon the men quickly tied them spread eagled on their backs atop a thick pad - or thin mattress - and began to play with their exposed bodies.

Soon all the men were naked also and Catlin was nearly ready to scream with frustration. Then suddenly Robert was above her, lowering himself, his long, hard cock sliding inside her and meeting almost no resistance. She came within seconds, but Robert didn't seem to notice and spent the next fifteen minutes driving her to one orgasm after another before exploding inside her himself. But it wasn't over. William quickly took his place. Then John.

At some point the thought crossed Catlin's mind that this day had been unusual in that she hadn't had any real sex for nearly eighteen hours. Not in itself surprising, but in this magical place where she seemed to spend eighty per cent of her time engaged in sex, it seemed very strange indeed. But she also realized that the relatively long deprivation had served to bring her to an unbelievable height of sexual arousal. She really did feel insatiable!

The parade of men continued, some of them using tongues or fingers or vibrators or other sex toys to stimulate her while others would fuck her with long, deep strokes, frequently withdrawing before they expended themselves. At intervals she and Tyra were unfastened and rearranged in different positions. Bent over the end of a padded table she was not surprised - or in the slightest disappointed - when the first lubricated cock pressed against her anus and pushed deeply inside. Once she was tied over a curved surface, like a large barrel or a small arched bridge, bent backwards into a tight bow while a steady procession of cocks and pussies - the two ladies as well as Mary and Meg had joined them at some time - lowered over her mouth and she used her tongue on whatever was within reach. As this was happening a variety of tongues - both male and female - stimulated her open slit.

She was retied in the spread eagle and was eaten by both men and women and engaged in sixty nines with both. With her hands tied behind her she was placed on the cock of a reclining James while another man - she wasn't even sure who - penetrated her rear. As they began a rhythm , rocking back and forth, plunging in and out, another cock was presented to her mouth and she eagerly began to suck at it.

After far more orgasms of her own than she could count - as well as many, many more climaxes of her partners - Catlin began to reach the point where, while she still felt interested in sex, her mind was becoming slightly dulled and her body nearly exhausted. After a series of several hard and hot fucks, she and Tyra were released and helped - they couldn't have managed by themselves - to shower and clean up. They were then taken, both half asleep from shear exhaustion, to separate rooms where they were lightly bound to the bed and went instantly asleep.

Catlin awoke late the next morning with a smile on her face, soreness in a lot of places, and feeling - astonishment! - horny again. She lay twisting against her bonds for a few minutes, unable to satisfy herself, until Robert appeared. "Good morning. I see you appear to want something."

Catlin stopped her twisting. "Yes, my lord, I would greatly appreciate being soundly fucked."

Robert threw back his head and laughed loudly. "You are incredible, Catlin. Last night you spent a total of seven hours being, as you say, soundly fucked. And you still want more this morning."

"Seven hours! Was it really that long? It's all a little mixed up to me. I remember a lot of sex and wanting more and more and then it gets a little fuzzy."

"Yes, it was really seven hours. And you spent nearly every minute of it undergoing some kind of stimulation, if not actual sex. And quite a lot of actual sex, I might add." He reached out and rolled Catlin's already hard nipple between his thumb and finger.

Catlin sucked in her breath and tried to arch her chest out to bring her breast towards his hand. "I would never have thought this kind of thing would have been possible, much less that I'd love it the way I do. But the last few days have been incredible. I wish it could go on for months."

Robert switched to the other nipple. "Actually you probably wouldn't want it to. These people - I mean the XAd,Inc people - have found that this level of sexual excitement can be kept up for more than a couple of days by only the mostly highly sexed individuals. You definitely seem to be one of those." He pinched her nipple, bringing another sharp breath. "But no matter how much people like sex, after much more than a few days of this the senses will dull and - don't laugh - but this stuff would begin to seem a little boring. That's why their adventures are limited to a maximum of a week. You've got a couple of days to go and I'll bet you spend those still interested, but sooner or later any of us would begin to wear out."

Robert had moved his fingers down to her clit and was beginning to rub that hard nub and let his digit penetrate her slightly every few strokes. Between gasping breaths, Catlin managed to say, "Maybe. At the moment I'm not sure I think I could ever get bored. Oh. Oh, yes, that feels good. But, whatever I'll feel like in a few more days, now I want to be really, really fucked. Please."

Robert laughed again. He stood and began to remove his clothing. "Ah, wench, such talk to your lord. You'll get your wish, but I suspect we'll need to punish you later for your words." Then both of them forgot about talking as he mounted her and drove his stiff member into her hot core with hard, almost brutal, strokes which Catlin echoed with her own manic thrusts, until both of them climaxed in noisy satisfaction.

Later he released her and both of them cleaned up in a long and playful shower.

Catlin and Robert went to the dining area where they found Tyra and Edward just sitting down to eat. No one else was around and when Catlin asked, Robert explained, "You two had quite a workout last night so we let you sleep late. Everyone else is either outside or in the baths."

By now Catlin didn't even seem to notice her own or Tyra's nudity even when, like now, others were dressed. Being naked had become a natural state to her and, if anything, added to her nearly constant arousal.

After they had eaten, the two men led the girls outside where Meg and Mary were spread eagled on the lawn and being teased by the others. Catlin watched as Anne and William knelt on either side of Meg. They donned fur covered mittens and began to lightly stroke her bare body. The gentle slide of the fur over her naked skin caused an instant reaction and by the time they began just skimming over her erect nipples, Meg was straining against her bonds and crying out in frustration. They kept it up for a good twenty minutes and then yielded their places to John and Thomas who began to apply a couple of vibrators to her more sensitive spots. Anne and William moved over to Mary and began to give her the fur treatment.

When they had left the dining room the men had placed padded wrist and ankle cuffs on the two girls and clipped their wrists together behind their backs. As Robert and Edward watched the two other bound women being tormented they both causally stroked and teased Catlin and Tyra. The girls both responded and were quickly in a high state of arousal themselves. After about a half hour of voyeurism, Robert suddenly said, "I believe you are beginning to enjoy this too much. I seem to remember something about your needing punishment for some bold words this morning, don't you?"

Catlin, already breathing fast and heavy, sucked in her breath. "As you will, my lord."

Robert grinned and took her wrist, leading her away from the group. As she started to go, Catlin saw James and Linda coming to join Edward in teasing Tyra, but then her attention was drawn to where Robert was leading her.

In front of her were two posts, about eight feet high, set in the ground about ten feet apart. There was a beam fastened between the tops of these, and from the top of one post hung a light chain fastened to the end of what looked like a thick plank with a rounded edge. The board, which was polished smooth, was six feet in length and about six inches wide by two inches thick. One edge - the edge to which the chain was fastened at one end - was rounded into a near semicircle and covered with thin leather. Another chain was fastened to the rounded edge at the other end.

"We call this the 'horse'," Robert explained, "and I'm going to let you take a little ride."

Catlin had seen a reference to a similar horse on the net and had an idea of what was coming when Robert had her stand between the two posts with her legs spread on either side of the board. He uncuffed her wrists and then refastened them in front of her. A single strand of chain hung from the center of the crossbeam and dangled above Catlin. Robert raised her hands and attached them to the chain so that she was not stretched, but couldn't move her hands more than a few inches. Next he placed two wood blocks, about six inches thick, on either side of the board and had Catlin stand on these. He took the free end of the chain which was attached to the end of the leather covered plank and, using a small stepladder, pulled it through a ring at the top of the second post. As he pulled on the chain end, the plank rose between Catlin's legs. He continued to raise it until the rounded, leather-covered edge was pressed firmly, but not uncomfortably, against her pussy. He spread her pussy lips so the rounded edge slipped into her slit and moved her back along it until she had to lean slightly forward because of her bound wrists. Next he took a pair of nipple clamps with small lead weights attached. Catlin's nipples were already rock hard, but he sucked them and rolled them firmly between his fingers before snapping on the tight clips, bringing a gasp from the bound girl.

"One more thing," he said, and picked up a small butt plug. He smeared it with lube and used his finger to press some of the slick substance around and into Catlin's anus before pushing the plug in to seat its flared base against her ass cheeks. "Now you can ride," he said, and removed the two wood blocks from beneath her feet.

Her weight sank onto the bar, and Catlin felt the pain as her sex pressed against the leather covered wood. Instinctively she stretched up on her toes to alleviate the feeling and was able to obtain some relief. Her pussy still pressed slightly against the leather, but without the pressure of her weight it didn't hurt too badly. But as Robert stood watching, she realized that her legs would soon tire and her sex would once more take the punishment when she could no longer hold herself up on her toes.

Robert grinned as her expression showed this revelation. "Makes an interesting dilemma, doesn't it? But don't worry. I'm sure I can find something to take your mind off it." He held out his hands which had been hidden behind his back. One hand held a long feather and the other a cat with eighteen inch lashes. Catlin's eyes flew open wide just before the feather began to trace small circles across her taut belly. When she could no longer contain herself she gave in to laughter, which caused her to drop to the bar. The series of emotions which crossed her face as she went from restraint against the tickling, to laughter, to the sudden pain of her weight on the bar was definitely something to behold.

Robert let her recover, but when she had again been standing on her toes for a minute or two, he suddenly swung the whip against her tight rear. This, too, caused her to drop down on the horse and just as quickly try to rise on her toes again.

For twenty minutes Robert teased her with the expectation of both the feather and the whip, as well as actually applying them at times. By then, even when he did nothing, Catlin was barely able to hold herself up for more than ten or fifteen seconds until her tired muscles gave way and her sex once again rode hard against the leather horse. Just as she was beginning to think about using her safe word, Robert loosened the chain and let the plank drop away from her crotch.

As Catlin stood catching her breath Robert asked, "Enjoy the ride, wench?"

Catlin opened her mouth to answer and a sudden look of astonishment crossed her face. "Actually, yes. I don't think I could have taken much more. In fact I was about to ask you to stop because it was hurting too much. It's not that I like being hurt, but riding it did turn me on. I can't believe I'm saying this. I don't really like being hurt, or 'tortured', but I love what it does to me. I can't believe I'm even more horny now."

Robert laughed. "Catlin, you are a natural at this. I can tell you're not a real masochist, but you do love this kind of play, don't you? Don't worry, most of us feel much the same way. I like both sides, myself, but I guess I enjoy tormenting a pretty girl more than having her torment me. But I'd never want to really hurt someone and never would I do anything to someone who didn't want it herself. However, I'm not quite finished with you yet."

He released her hands and moved her over a few yards to where there was a horizontal pole, sort of like an old fashioned hitching post, set thirty inches or so above the ground. He tossed a folded blanket over this and stood Catlin so she was facing it. He spread her legs a couple of feet and anchored them to stakes set in the ground. Then he bent her well over the rail, her stomach on the blanket, and tied her hands to other stakes set in front of her.

After running his fingers all over her exposed body he stepped backed and raised the cat. "I think maybe about thirty, wench," he said, and brought the leather tails down hard across her protruding ass.

He whipped her with strokes of varying strength, concentrating on her ass, but sometimes letting the tails fall on her flanks or the sides of her still clipped breasts. When he stopped, her bottom was covered with a network of red lines and he could see her squirming against her bonds. He slowly pulled the plug from her ass and immediately replaced it with his hard cock, slick with lubricant. Catlin hadn't realized he had shed his own clothing and was surprised when she felt his bare body press against her own hot and abused flesh. He fucked her rear for a long time, sometimes pushing in and out slowly and at others slamming all the way in to the hilt in one strong motion. Before he finally shot his load deeply inside her bowels, Catlin had come twice herself.

Compared to the her recent activities and those of the previous evening, the rest of the day was very tame. They had a light lunch and another nap which Catlin spent tied to Lord John's bed. Though he did take her twice, there was no whipping or other abuse involved. After another dinner which the four spent nude while the others were dressed in period costume, they retired to the music room where they watched the couple from the second night put on another show. Catlin was seated between Robert and James and was kept in a constant state of arousal, not only by the hot show, but also by their hands stroking her breasts and the insides of her thighs.




XAd, Inc Pt. 04



When the show ended Catlin had expected to be taken to the dungeon once again, but instead she was led to a different room which turned out to contain a variety of leather covered furniture. Well, maybe not exactly typical furniture. There were a couple of vaulting horses, three low leather-covered longues, a leather-covered table, a couple of footstools, and several other pieces. Catlin, Meg, Tyra, and Mary were all bound to various pieces. Catlin found herself tied on her back on the leather table, arms and legs spread and tied to the corners.

For the next two hours the four were teased continuously. This time there was no whipping or other pain, but constant stimulation was nearly as great a strain. Catlin had fur covered gloves used to stroke her body, the tips of the fur just touching her. It felt like a million butterfly wings were caressing her in all her most sensitive places and had her squirming and straining against her bonds. The edge of a large feather was drawn up between her spread legs, tickling the insides of her thighs, her sensitive pussy lips, and her swollen clit itself. She was also stimulated with light strokes of leather thongs, silken cords, and the slightest touches of tongues and finger tips. Several times ice cubes were used to touch her nipples, clit, and anus.

During all of this Catlin was driven to and held right at the edge of orgasm, but not allowed to come. She could hear constant cries of frustration and several times was surprised to discover some of them were hers. At last when she was nearly delirious with arousal, Linda, now also naked, mounted the table and kneeled above her mouth as James thrust his hardened cock into her dripping tunnel. Catlin immediately began to come, straining against her restraints and screaming in release. She came. And came again. And a third time. When James began to spurt inside her, she was not even aware, so lost in her own sensations that she was nearly unconscious.

When she did come back down to earth, she saw that James and Anne were standing beside her engaged in some discussion while Linda slowly stroked her sensitive breasts. Linda saw she was once more aware of her surroundings and said, "Welcome back. I've never seen a woman come as hard as you did, Catlin. I think even among this select group, you stand out as more highly sexed."

Catlin answered, "I really don't have much to compare with, but I can say I never dreamed I could be as turned on as I have been here. I guess this kind of sex really does get to me."

"I'll say," Linda replied dryly.

James and Anne finished whatever they had been discussing and he turned back towards her. He bent forward and sucked at each of her nipples, causing a sharp intake of breath and making them instantly hard once more and then he and Linda began to release her from her bondage. When she was freed and sitting up on the table, Linda gave her a hard kiss on the mouth and then went over to talk to Anne and John.

James sat on the table beside her and said, "Catlin, you seem to take to this kind of sex better than almost anyone I've ever seen. Tell me, has there been anything we've done that you didn't like?"

"Not a thing," Catlin replied. "Before I came here I knew I liked some bondage and spanking, but I had no idea how much. I still don't think I'm a masochist, but I'll admit that being whipped and so on makes me hotter than I ever thought possible. But I wouldn't want it to go any further - I don't want to be branded or anything like that."

"No, I wouldn't think so. Catlin, I'm going to make you an offer. Don't feel under any obligation to accept unless you really feel you want to. Anne was just talking to me about something we both saw when we came here on an earlier adventure, and then it was done as one of the shows that were put on for us. She suggested she might like to try it as a participant if we could find another girl."

"Just what was this?" Catlin asked cautiously.

"I guess you'd call it a contest for want of a better word. The way it works is like this: Two women are tortured and used non-stop until one calls a halt. Of course, I mean torture like we've been doing - no real damage, but definitely some pain. If you and Anne agreed to such a contest you'd be teased, whipped, and otherwise abused by all of the rest of us as well as taken sexually again and again. You've said you wished this could go on and on. Well, I can promise you it might seem like it. And I can guarantee you will be exhausted and very sore by the end of it. But I would guess you would also be pretty sated."

Catlin was looking at James, but it was obvious she was seeing other things in her head. She shook it slightly and asked, "I could stop any time I wanted?" He nodded. "And no real damage - no scars or broken skin or anything?"

"No, but things would be more severe than what you've done so far. No real damage, but you will hurt."

Do you mean right now?" Catlin asked.

James laughed. "No, not right now. Even if you could handle it, I doubt if the rest of us could. If you want to try, we'll do it tomorrow, starting after lunch and continuing until one of you calls a halt."

Catlin thought about it for a few seconds. "Anne wants to do this?"

"She was just saying how hot it was when she watched and how she'd like to try it herself if we could find someone else."

Catlin seemed to come to some decision. "Could I talk to Anne about it for a minute?"

"Of course. I'll get her." In a few seconds he was back with Anne. "Did you want to talk to her in private?"

"No," Catlin answered. "I don't care if you stay. Anne, James says you want to try this 'contest' with me."

"I want to try. If you're interested, I'd be happy to compete against you, Catlin. I think you are as into this kind of sex as I am. As to the contest. I guess part of it is against myself, to see how much I can take. You've probably observed yourself that you can always do better, keep going longer, take more - sex or anything else - if there's someone else putting up with the same thing. It's a way to push your own limits."

"I can understand that," Catlin replied. "It's just that you're a client, paying for this stuff."

"For this, we'd both be just victims, neither client nor employee. I get part of my fun from the challenge."

Catlin suddenly broke out in a wide smile. "I'm willing. After all, I came here for an adventure. What better adventure than to be tortured and fucked by eight or ten people - and get paid for it."

Anne laughed. "When you put it like that, I guess I can't argue. But in my case, the money isn't the important thing. It's the adventure."

James had been standing quietly by. "All right, since both of you agree, I'll announce the contest and we'll start tomorrow. To be absolutely fair, when we leave here you will both be treated the same. You'll spend the night tied to your beds and get uninterrupted sleep tonight. You can sleep late and have a brunch while the rest of us play or something and then at one tomorrow we'll take you to the dungeon and keep going until one of you calls a safe word. How does that sound?"

"All right with me," Catlin replied.

"Same here. But I'd like to make one small change. We need a prize for the winner. If I win I want to whip each of you other seven clients. Since Catlin isn't a client, I propose we make her prize something else - say financial. If Catlin wins, she gets an extra thousand dollars."

Catlin's eyes shot open at this. "That's not necessary," she said. I started this for the money, but now I'm doing it for the fun."

"I know it's not necessary," James replied, "but I think it's an excellent idea and perfectly fair. Don't worry, Catlin, if you win, you will have earned it."

James called for attention and announced the coming contest to the response of loud cheers, especially from the few who had seen a previous one. Meg and Tyra looked at Catlin as though they weren't sure of her sanity and Meg didn't help her resolve any by saying, "I was here when they did this before. If it's going to be like that, I don't think I would want to try it. Not even if they doubled what they're paying me."

But Catlin kept finding her mind going back to what might be taking place the next day and, although she was definitely apprehensive about how much she could stand, she found herself looking forward to it. She also found that what Anne had said was true: The real incentive was not the money, but to see how much she could take.

She and Anne were both taken to one of the bedrooms and, both naked, loosely tied to the beds. The lights were turned out and the men left. Catlin found she wasn't sleepy and when she heard Anne moving around slightly she quietly said, "Anne, are you awake, too."

"Yes," she replied. "I expect it will take a little while before I calm down enough to sleep. But they'll give up plenty of time so we should be rested tomorrow."

"Tell me, how did you get into this stuff?"

Anne gave a little laugh. "Just lucky. No, seriously, I have enjoyed bondage since I was a kid and we played cowboys and Indians and such. When I started to be interested in sex, I kept imagining scenes where I was tied or spanked or something and found the idea really turned me on when I masturbated. Sometimes I tried tying myself while I played with myself and found that made it really hot. When I started having sex for real, it was sometime until I tried anything like that and then it was just an over the knee spanking, but it did make me hot. I managed to get several guys in college to spank me and even a couple to tie me up. I loved it and a couple of them seemed to also, but some guys thought I was a little odd. Although one of them did even let me tie and spank him and I found I liked that side also."

"I did some reading and found out there were a lot of people out there who were into this kind of thing. Anyway, some time after I graduated I met a man who was really into it and he took me as his slave for awhile. I found that though I loved the bondage and punishments, I didn't really care for the domination, so we finally broke up. While I was with him I met a number of others and also saw that a lot of the slaves went a lot further than anything I wanted to do." Catlin could hear her shudder, even in the dark. "Over the next couple of years I played games with several different men who enjoyed them but weren't really into the lifestyle full time. That's also when I was building up my own business, so I didn't have a lot of time to devote to games, no matter how much fun. Then a couple of years ago I found out about XAd,Inc. The rest, as they say, is history." She gave a short laugh. "But I hope it isn't published history. I doubt if a lot of my clients would appreciate it."

Catlin told her about her experience with the frat party and then the on-line quiz. "I seem to have been very lucky, too," she said. "I mean to have found Xad,Inc. And also to have gotten away with that stunt at the party without getting into any real trouble."

"Yes, you do have to be careful. Accidents can happen easily when you play these games. You need to be sure that whoever you're with is very careful about safety rules. Things like safe words and never leaving anyone alone when they're helpless."

"Aren't we alone now," Catlin suddenly asked. She had just realized that both she and Anne would be unable to free themselves or each other in case of some emergency.

"Not exactly," Anne replied. Whenever someone is bound by themselves there is always a monitor - audio or video or both - turned on. Not that anyone is eavesdropping, but if you cried out for help, someone would be here in seconds. XAd,Inc. is very careful about stuff like that. If you're playing with someone else you need to be sure you can trust them to follow safety rules. Also, there are a lot of guys - well, men and women both - out there who get off on really hurting someone. You do need to be sure of what you're getting into."

They talked for awhile longer and finally, yawning, both drifted off into sleep.

As promised, the two women were allowed to sleep late the next morning, until nearly ten when James and Robert came to release them. After showers they were led downstairs where they ate a light, but filling, meal. Afterwards the two men took them into one of the large bathrooms upstairs where each was given a series of several enemas to "help them prepare" as James informed them. When both were thoroughly emptied and had taken another shower to clean up outside, they were allowed to rest until one, at which time the two men once again appeared and led the two women down to the dungeon, where everyone else was already waiting.

Catlin and Anne were fitted with heavy, but soft, leather cuffs on both wrists and ankles. Otherwise both were completely nude, as were Meg, Mary, and Tyra, as well as several of the others. They were then stretched spread eagled from the ceiling, arms and legs three feet apart. This time, Catlin realized, she was pulled more taut than any time before. The strain on her bonds did not allow her feet to rest flat against the floor, but forced her off of her heels.

The group assembled facing them and James explained the contest. "Lords, Ladies, and you other wenches. These two will each be subjected to various stimulations, tortures, and numerous sexual activities. As near as possible, each will receive the same treatment at the same time. The yellow safeword will be allowed in case of something like pinched skin in a tie or a twisted joint, but not to reduce or go easier on the torment. To stop, the red safeword must be used, and the first woman to use it will lose. Punishments will be more severe than usual, but not enough to do damage. No deep bruising or broken skin is allowed. Frequent and constant sexual stimulation is encouraged, but must be applied to both. John and I will act as final judges and may call some halts to allow the victims to catch their breath or have a drink, but otherwise the activities will continue until one calls the red safeword. If at any time one of you has a suggestion as to what might be done to them, feel free to tell it to John or myself." Then he turned to Catlin and Anne. "And you two remember that this is just a game. Don't push yourselves too far, OK? If there are no questions or comments, we will start with a mild whipping. So let the contest begin."

Catlin watched as James and John each shook out the thirty inch tails of a cat. The two men moved behind them and a second later Catlin felt a searing band of pain across her ass as one of the whips landed a severe blow. A sharp cry escaped her lips. Mild whipping indeed! There had been no warmup or teasing caresses, but only the sudden sharp bite of the lash. Several more followed, each as hard. Then the men delivered another dozen or so strokes, spreading these around their bodies, lashing legs, backs, stomachs, and breasts. When they stopped, Catlin had tears welling from her eyes and was beginning to wonder just what she had gotten herself into.

The whipping stopped, but seconds later a pair of strong nipple clamps bit into her flesh. She hardly had time to even begin to adjust to this pain when a tongue began to lick between her legs. Despite the pain Catlin was aroused and when the tongue first touched her clit she attempted to twist and strain against the tight bonds holding her, but they allowed almost no movement. She could hear Anne reacting to a tongue on her own crotch, but quickly forgot about her as Catlin herself was driven into her first orgasm of the afternoon.

But it certainly wasn't to be her last. She hung there while three men ate her to more climaxes than she could count. Occasionally they would stop for a few seconds while a strap or paddle was applied as a searing counterpoint to her pleasure. Catlin was sweating and felt strained from the taut position, but hadn't even thought of a safeword. She suddenly realized that even this level of punishment was making her more aroused..

The two continued to hang there and be tormented for nearly an hour. Then the whipping and the oral stimulations stopped and their bonds were released. But only long enough to bind them into a new position. Catlin and Anne were placed at opposite ends of a leather covered table, each facing away from the table, their backs towards each other. Their feet were spread two feet apart and tied to the table frame. They were than each bent backwards onto the table and their arms stretched above their heads and tied. This placed their heads side by side and Anne turned towards Catlin and said, "Sorry you agreed to play?"

"No way," Catlin answered. "It hurts, but I love it."

"So do I," admitted Anne. "But sooner or later we're going to reach a limit. No one can take this kind of treatment indefinitely."

Then they were both distracted as leather tails landed across their breasts, stinging hard nipples. This was followed by hot candle wax, dripped on tits, belly buttons, and bare pubes. After some of these areas had been pretty well covered, the wax was scraped and pulled away and the leather flails delivered another half dozen burning reminders of their predicament.

Catlin was paying attention to the cat, trying to guess where and when the next blow would land when she suddenly felt a hard cock thrust deeply into her pussy. She looked down to see Robert between her legs, but suddenly another hard cock dropped across her lips from the side and her eyes snapped around to see Edward beside her, even as she opened her mouth and began to lick and suck at his hard member.

The two men fucked her until both sent streams of their juices into and onto her. Then they were replaced by others. Before Catlin even had a chance to swallow everything and finish licking her lips, John's cock was teasing her mouth. Robert's juices were just beginning to drip from her well used pussy when Catlin felt another hard shaft slide into her. She looked around John's hard shaft and saw that the intruder was attached to a harness around Meg's waist. Meg grinned at her and began to enthusiastically pound in and out of her hot slit.

Catlin and Anne were repeatedly ravished by cocks, strap-ons, and vibrators as well as being frequently whipped all along their fronts for what seemed like hours. Then they had their hands released and were allowed a few minutes of rest and a drink of water. But before much time had passed, the men were moving them into new positions.

They were taken to two vaulting horse devices. These were about three feet long and looked at though they were made from four by six beams, padded and covered with leather. The two girls were placed at the ends, facing down the length of the beam and the devices were adjusted so that the top of the beam came just to the top of each girl's pubic bone. Their legs were spread and fastened to the supports of the vaults and a wide leather belt used to fasten their waists snugly to the top of the beam.

The two vaults were standing in line with their ends spaced about three feet apart, and Anne and Catlin had been placed at opposite ends so they were facing each other. Catlin realized she would be in a perfect position for punishment on her back and ass as well as leaving her pussy and anus open and fully exposed.. She expected to have her hands tied to the support at the other end of the beam, leaving her stretched along its length. Instead, one of the men brought her wrist cuffs together and clipped a chain to them. He then pulled the chain high above her back, making her arch backwards, her waist held down and her arms pulling her up. Catlin's arms were pulled until she was stretched very taut and bent about as far back as she could stand. Then the chain was anchored to the ceiling.

Looking forward, Catlin saw Anne stretched into the same position and had to admit that not only was the strain on her body turning her on, but, if she looked anything like Anne did, she also looked sexy as hell in this position. She could feel the muscles in the backs of her legs and those in her stomach and arms already beginning to burn from the strain and the stress of being bent backwards. Two of the men began to roughly fondle her tits and soon Catlin could feel her globes swelling and her nipples straining to stick out, almost aching in their hardness. Then the men stepped back and Catlin saw a grinning Mary move up beside her as Tyra did to Anne. Mary was grinning because she held a cat with narrow fifteen inch lashes and was focusing her gaze on Catlin's breasts. Catlin thought that Mary might not like being whipped, but she certainly seemed to be looking forward to doing some of the whipping. Then the first lash struck directly against Catlin's sensitive tits, landing directly on a hard nipple and eliciting a scream which mingled with a similar cry from Anne.




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The two women were whipped on their taut fronts for ten minutes before two of the men moved forward to attached weighted clamps to their aching nipples. When the first clamp closed on Catlin's right nub, she cried out as she realized that these were not smooth but serrated, biting in even more when small lead weights were attached. Then she felt the first taste of a heavy cat across her ass. Catlin's bottom was already sore and she felt each strand of each stroke. Her rear went from pink to a hot red and each stroke caused her to jerk against her bonds, straining her muscles and making the weights on her nipple clamps bounce around. Just being in that strained position was agony and the stinging cat only added to it. Once the whipping stopped while Linda and Meg pushed long dildos, surfaced with protruding rubber spikes, deeply into their vaginas and started them vibrating. Then the lashing began again.

Their tormentors didn't limit themselves to the cat. Straps, riding crops, and a thin wood dowel were also used and soon Catlin's flesh was covered with red stripes and welts. She knew she would ache the next day and now each blow really hurt, but Catlin was surprised to find that she was still aroused. When, after thirty minutes of being tightly stretched, the lashing halted and she felt a lubed finger penetrate her rear passage, Catlin nearly came at the first touch. A few seconds later when the first of a series of cocks and strap-ons entered her rectum, she did come. By the time the last of her tormentors had reamed her rear, Catlin felt swollen, stretched, and sore, but she had come a dozen times.

The two women were subjected to a constant stream of stimulation, both painful and sexually exciting. Catlin lost all track of time as well as the number of orgasms she had had. They were always tightly bound, often switched from one position to another, and penetrated again and again in their mouths, pussies, and anuses. Catlin still felt each whiplash or other torment, but sometime along the way they had stopped having quite the same effect. She still was sexually aroused, but her body couldn't really seem to react to it any more. Mentally numb seemed to somewhat describe her condition. Looking up at Anne, Catlin got the idea, as much as her fuzzy mind could get any idea, that Anne was in similar shape.

They were hung upside down, ankles spread, and whipped between their legs, alternating with oral stimulation. They sucked the men while hanging in their inverted position. They were arched backwards and forwards. They were stretched. They were whipped and strapped and clamped. They were given enemas with Bardex nozzles and made to hold them while being whipped and being fucked. They were tickled with fingers, fur, and feathers. And they were fucked repeatedly, in every hole, with cocks, strap-ons, and dildos. When Catlin felt that she was nearing her limit, they were both brought over to a device at one side of the dungeon.

The previous morning, Catlin had ridden the "horse" which consisted of a board with a rounded edge. She could avoid putting her weight fully against the board by standing on her toes until she tired, but now she and Anne were introduced to a variation of this device. This had an eight foot beam which was supported between two vertical posts. This beam was made of two boards joined at right angles along their length and turned forty-five degrees from the vertical. Thus it presented a wedge shape, narrow end up, at a height just below her crotch. The narrow edge of the wedge was at least slightly rounded and sanded smooth.

Large butt plugs were worked into each girl's rear and then Catlin and Anne were both placed straddling the beam, facing each other about two feet apart. The beam was low enough so that even standing flat footed it didn't quite touch Catlin's pussy. Their wrist cuffs were attached to ceiling chains which hung just in front of where they were standing. Their wrists were at a height that didn't stretch them, but allowed only a couple of inches of movement. While the cuffs were being attached, Catlin looked at Anne and said, "I've almost had it, I think. I expect you're going to win, Anne."

Anne dully shook her head back and forth. "I doubt it. I'm about done in myself. I don't know what they're going to do to us here, but I'm not sure I can handle much of it, whatever it is."

Then they found out what this ordeal was to be. A three foot bar was attached to each girl's left ankle cuff. One of the men made sure that each girl's pussy lips were spread so the top of the wedge bisected her slit. Then John moved behind Catlin and James behind Anne. They nodded to each other and together raised each woman's left foot, bending her leg at the knee. The three foot bar was placed across the top of the beam and then the girl's right foot was raised and attached to it. This placed each girl's weight directly on the wedge top, lessened only by what weight the girl could support with her chained arms.

Both women cried out as their weight came down on their private parts, but that wasn't to be the end of it. Five men and women surrounded each of the two victims, each with some kind of whip, and all began to lash the helpless girls at once. Hot strokes stung Catlin's stomach, her tits, her ass. Lines of fire seemed to touch her everywhere. Catlin and Anne cried out and screamed for several minutes and then Catlin was calling her safeword. What she couldn't tell was that Anne had also called hers within seconds.

The torment immediately stopped and both women were released and helped to gently collapse onto the floor. They lay there a minute or two and then two of the men lifted them and carried them upstairs. They were held while the four other women helped wash them and then they were carried into one of the bedrooms and placed on the satin sheets. Catlin was only dimly aware of all of this and really didn't register anything that was happening until she awoke late the next morning.

She awoke with a wide smile which lasted until she tried to move. A groan escaped her lips as each muscle and each square centimeter of skin screamed a protest. By the time she was able to sit up, Anne was awake, making the same kind of groans. Linda and Meg appeared and helped the two women to the bathroom where they soaked in a hot shower for several minutes. By the time she had dried, Catlin had begun to feel somewhat better. But she still ached everywhere. Her pussy and anus felt stretched and tender and definitely not interested in being used. Her tits felt bruised and still swollen. She still had a number of red lines and welts, but she noted that there didn't appear to be any cuts. She looked over at Anne and saw she looked the same.

"I guess you must have won," she finally said. "I don't seem to remember much of anything after they started us on the ride."

"I don't either," Anne replied. "I expect you're the one who won."

They turned to Meg and Linda who glanced at each other. "Come on down and eat something and then we'll tell you all about it," Linda said, leaving them just as lost about the outcome as they were before.

They left the bathroom and Linda asked, "Anne, would you like to get dressed?"

Anne stopped a second and thought. "No, I don't think so. The idea of anything on my body doesn't sound too good right now. Besides, since Catlin stays naked, I should, too."

Linda nodded and led the two of them down to the dining room. As soon as she smelled the food, Catlin found she was very hungry. She and Anne both demonstrated more of an appetite than they would have expected and when Anne commented on this, Linda replied, "Well, by midnight you must have burned a lot of calories."

"Midnight!" Anne exclaimed and Catlin paused with her fork half way to her mouth to stare at Linda.

Linda laughed. "Lost track of time, huh? It was just before midnight when they put you on the horse for that last ride. You two were going for nearly eleven hours. I don't know how either of you lasted that long."

Still not quite believing it, Catlin and Anne finished their meal. When they were done, Linda said, "The men are waiting in the other room, so if you feel up to it, let's join them." Everyone went into the room where Catlin had been taken when she first arrived to find the men, dressed in period costume, as was Linda, waiting for them.

Anne and Catlin were led to the front of the group where they stood facing James. Catlin hadn't noticed before, but on her way through the room she saw that Meg and Tyra bore fresh whip marks and Mary had some red lines which looked to be the result of tight bondage. It appeared that the others had been playing while she and Anne had slept late.

When they were both standing in front of him, James raised his voice. "My Lords and Lady. As you know, yesterday we had a contest. I understand that the two contestants - Lady Anne and the captive Catlin - are not yet aware of the outcome. Before we enlighten them, I want to say that both performed beyond anything we could have anticipated. They have endured more and given more pleasure that could have been expected. The previous such contest I, and several of you, witnessed lasted nearly eight hours. Both of these women beat that by a good three hours."

He stopped for a second and Anne could contain herself no longer. "Lord James. Pray tell, what was the outcome of the competition?"

"I would have thought you would know, Lady Anne." She started to say something, but he stopped her. "However, by the end, I believe neither of you were overly aware of what was happening. I'll tell you the results in a second, but first I want to make you aware that Lord John and myself, as the judges, were about to call a halt. We had decided the contest shouldn't be allowed to proceed much longer. If you had endured the ride, we would have ceased at that time. Now as to the results. You both called your safeword, Catlin only slightly before Lady Anne, but so close together that we have decided to call the contest a draw. You have both been declared the winner."

Both Catlin and Anne looked surprised at this announcement as neither had thought she had won. James continued. "In addition to the agreed upon prizes, we also wish to award you each a medal. As you know military metals are usually pinned on the recipient's chest." Both Anne and Catlin open their mouths to speak, but James continued before they could get a word out. "However, in observance of your current apparel, we will hang them around your necks instead. So, Lady Anne and Miss Catlin, we would like to present each of you with The Order of the Golden Cock." John reached forward and handed James two gold colored chains. Each had a two inch gold replica of a rampant cock with a set of balls hanging from it. James took the necklaces and placed one of them around the neck of each girl to the sounds of cheers from the rest of the assembled company.

He turned back to face the rest of the group. "As her prize Lady Anne has requested that she be allowed to whip each of us. So during the other activities this afternoon and evening, we will stop each hour, on the hour, and one of us will be bound for her pleasure. Lady Anne, you will be allowed twenty strokes with the cat for each of us. I will be first and then the order will be determined by lot." Then he looked back to the group and added, "Since Catlin is a captive herself, it would not be proper for her to receive the same privilege. However, in addition to a financial reward, she will be entitled to be exempt from being used today and she will be allowed to give each of us one stroke with the cat with the exception of Lord John and myself. She will be allowed to give each of us two strokes."

Again everyone cheered and Catlin felt herself embarrassed by their response. Here she was, naked with this group she had only known a few days. She had been exposed to them and used in any number of ways and yesterday they had witnessed - and participated in - her being tortured and used sexually in ways that should embarrass anyone and that hadn't bothered her at all. Now they were cheering her and she was turning red.

As the noise dropped down once more, Catlin realized something, completely surprising herself. She turned to James and said, "Lord James. I thank you for the honors and will gladly accept them with one exception. While I admit to being a little too stressed to enjoy more punishment today." The group exploded in laughter, but when it died down, Catlin went on, "I would not enjoy more punishment, but I would request I be allowed to receive the other activities."

James looked at her with a question on his face. "Exactly what do you want to receive, Catlin?"

"My Lord, I may be too sore to be whipped, but I am still horny. Please include me in your fucking plans." Once more the room was filled with laughter and cheers.

When he could speak again, James said, "Catlin, a man would have to be a complete eunuch to leave you out of any such plans and even if we all did, I suspect the Ladies would still find use for you."

The group adjourned to the grounds outside. Soon the three other captives were bound in various ways for torment and sex and the afternoon's play began. A half hour later, as three o'clock approached, James called a temporary halt. Everyone moved over to where a horizontal beam was suspended about nine feet above the ground. The beam was eight feet long and two leather cuffs hung from chains below it. James quickly stripped off his clothing and moved below the beam. "Lord John, will you do the honors?" he asked. John moved over and soon James was stretched tightly, his wrists separated by three feet and his ankles spread and tied to rings set into the ground.

John produced one of the heavy cats with thirty inch tails and handed it to Anne. "I will call the count, Lady," he said.

Anne smiled at him and swung the whip sharply back and forth several times, the tails making a loud swishing sound. Then she moved behind James and raised her arm. Suddenly her arm snapped down and the tails landed with a loud slap across James' bare buttocks, bringing a cry which was quickly controlled.. "One," John announced.

Anne continued to slowly flog James, mostly on his ass, but spreading a few strokes elsewhere. Catlin watched fascinated. She could well relate to the feel of leather striking flesh and even the sound made her aroused. In the last several days Catlin had discovered just how much she liked this kind of sex play. But not only was she becoming aroused, she could see that the whipping was having a similar effect on James. At the fist stroke she had noticed a reaction in his cock and by twenty it was sticking straight out.

After John had called, "Twenty," James hung there breathing hard and fast and Anne slowly turned and handed the cat to John. Then she went around in front of James, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a long, hard kiss.

When she broke free, John moved over to Catlin and handed the cat to her. Catlin had been so absorbed in watching the events that she had completely forgotten she was supposed to give James two strokes herself. Gingerly, she took the handle of the whip in her hand. Catlin had never whipped or spanked anyone else though she loved being on the receiving end. Now, as her hand closed around the handle of the whip, she felt a totally new feeling. It was as though the instrument itself conveyed a sense of power. Suddenly she was nearly overwhelmed by the sensation of being able to inflict the kind of stimulation she had so loved receiving. She dragged the tails slowly through her open hand and then slowly moved over to where James hung, stretched and open. Slowly she walked around him, looking at his body and twice reaching out a hand to gently stroke his skin. She stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes. Then she suddenly dropped to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth. James threw back his head and sucked in his breath as Catlin began to suck his hard member. However, she only gave him such attention for a few seconds and then she stood and moved behind him. She raised her arm as she had seen Anne do and brought the whip down in a hard, slashing blow, laying the tails across his rear.

As the thin leather tails struck his already abused ass, James gave a small cry, sucking in his breath and jerking against his bonds. John called, "One," and Catlin changed her stance slightly and delivered the second blow to his ass on the opposite diagonal.

An hour later it was John's turn to be stretched naked below the beam while Anne turned his ass red and Catlin added her two strokes. This time she was ready for it and found that at her first swing of the whip she felt such a wave of excitement that she nearly came.

Edward and Robert each took their turn at the next two hours and Catlin wished she had more than one stroke for each of them. After Robert was released, the group went back inside for dinner and a short rest before going down to the dungeon for more play. During the next several hours each of the Lords took his place, stretched and available, while Anne lashed them and Catlin added her single stroke, trying to make it really felt. When at last Linda was stretched between ceiling and floor, Anne whipped her severely but Catlin could see it was turning the bound woman on also. Anne surrendered the cat to Catlin and as Catlin walked slowly around Linda, the bound woman said in a tone that carried to the others in the room. "Catlin, don't stop with one. Give me ten."

Catlin looked over at James for confirmation and received a nod. A rush of power flooded her as she delivered a hard stroke to Linda's rear. Strokes two, three, and four followed, each a little harder. Then Catlin placed her fifth and sixth strokes across Linda's breasts, bringing quick screams at each. The final four were laid on her ass once more and it was a toss up who was more stimulated from them, Linda or Catlin.

Throughout the afternoon and evening the men had watched Catlin deliver her lashes with intense interest. This girl was turning out to be one of the sexiest if not the sexiest - any of them had encountered on any of these adventures. She had asked not to be left out of the sexual activity that afternoon and had gotten her wish. She had been fucked in all three holes and had eaten Linda and Meg to orgasms while bound helpless. Now after she had finished her tenth stroke across Linda's body, James approached her while John was releasing the bound woman. His hand reached out to her bare shoulder and he felt her shudder at his touch. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I want you, Wench. Maybe along with a couple of others."

At his words a shiver ran up Catlin's spine and when he turned her towards him, she pressed her body against his and almost hissed, "Yes, my lord. You and any or all others." Soon Catlin found her wrists bound behind her as she was lowered onto John, his hard tool penetrating her soaked pussy. Then Edward put his tool to her lips and she felt James begin to probe her anus. She was still sensitive and a little sore in all of her orifices, but the slight pain only excited her more and when James pushed his rigid cock into her rear she started to come immediately. The three men began to thrust in their own rhythm and before the last of them shot his load, Catlin had come four more times.

Catlin spent the night bound to one of the beds and before morning, each of the six men as well as both Linda and Anne, had made the trip to her room and driven her and themselves to even more climaxes.

After breakfast the group returned to the library. Catlin had lost track of days and was totally surprised when James began with, "As you know. Today brings an end to our adventure. To my fellow lords and the two ladies, I want to say I think we'll all agree that this has been one of our best. To our captives, I hope you have enjoyed it as much as we have. I believe you have. Now I think there is a car waiting for each of our four guests - he nodded towards where Catlin and the other three captives stood - so I'm afraid it's time we allowed you to get dressed, much as I prefer you the way you are."




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There were a lot of greetings exchanged between the eight clients and the four captives with wishes that they might meet on some future adventures. Then the emerald cloak was draped about her shoulders and with a last embrace and kiss from each of them, Catlin was led out the door where the car with "Miss Smith" was waiting for her.

When Catlin entered the car, Miss Smith smiled at her. "Enjoy your adventure, Catlin?"

"More than I would have dreamed possible," Catlin replied. "I certainly wouldn't have minded if it had lasted longer."

"Well, from what I've heard, I expect you will have more of them. Now, I'm afraid I'll have to blindfold you again." She placed the black silk around Catlin's eyes and soon they were driving, supposedly retracing the route they had taken on the way there, wherever "there" was.

The same plane and pilot was waiting and when they boarded he looked at Catlin and said, "Well, did you solve the mystery?"

Catlin hesitated a second as she remembered the cover story which had been given to the pilot. Then she smiled and said, "Some of it. But I may have uncovered even more questions. Maybe I'll get another chance."

The flight back was uneventful. Catlin was given back her own clothing during the flight but as she started to put on the shorts she realized that there were several red marks which would clearly show below them. She started to say something when Miss Smith handed her a pair of jeans in her size and a long sleeved shirt. "Just in case, we packed these. The marks look like they will be gone completely in a day or two at the most, and even now I doubt that anyone would think anything about them, but just in case, you might want to wear these instead.

Catlin thanked her and put on the more concealing clothing and then Miss Smith handed her a check. Catlin had almost forgotten about the money and was surprised to see that the check included the promised extra thousand as her prize from the contest. When they landed Miss Smith drove Catlin back to her apartment. "I expect Rick Hardin will be contacting you in the next day or two for, what you might call a debriefing. We just want to find out your thoughts about everything. Then, just like this time, someone might approach you and say 'Code Green.' In fact, I'm almost certain someone will. The next adventure will almost certainly be to somewhere else and completely different, but I suspect you will enjoy it just as much."

As Miss Smith had told her, Rick Hardin called a day later and over dinner he probed to find out exactly what she had liked (everything), what she disliked (it ended too soon), and if she was still interested in another adventure (YES! YES! YES!). He obtained a lot of details and this time Catlin found she wasn't embarrassed at all.

Coming back to her ordinary life was a little hard for a few days. Among other things Catlin had to make a real effort to remember to put clothing on in the mornings. She also found she was masturbating at least two or three times a day and sex seemed to occupy more of her thinking that it had before the trip. But in several days she was beginning to return to her old routine and, except for her bank balance and her strange new necklace, there wasn't anything to show what had really happened.

Then one night about seven, as she was digging out the key to enter her apartment, a man in his early thirties stepped up to her. "Catlin Reed?" he asked.

Catlin's heart began to beat faster. "Yes," she said.

"Code Green," the man replied. 



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Rick had placed the contract back inside his case and as they finished eating said, "I went ahead and set up an appointment for your exam tomorrow at nine. The doctor's office is just a little over a mile from here. Is that OK?"

"I guess so," Catlin answered. He handed her a slip of paper with the address.

He removed the contract and a pen and signed two copies. Handing the pen to Catlin, he shoved the papers across the table and pointed to the line for her signature. Catlin hesitated then looked up at him and said, "It's not that I don't trust you, but I really don't know anything about who you are or anything."

He replied, "I certainly understand. Really I would have been quite surprised if you had signed that without a little more information. A contract doesn't mean much if you don't know who it's with so it can be enforced. Perhaps this will help." He reached for the case again and took out a small photo of himself. This he attached to one copy of the contract. Then he used some kind of stamp pad and added both of his thumb and index finger prints to the paper next to it. "Now, if you wish to leave this somewhere as an insurance policy it can clearly be traced back to me. You have nothing to worry about, but maybe this will make you feel better."

Catlin examined the photo and prints. At last she put the contract down and stared directly into Rick's eyes for nearly half a minute. Then she reached for the pen and added her signature to his copy.

Rick said, "I'm sure you won't regret doing this." He put the paper into his case and handed her a cashier's check for five hundred dollars. "I really should wait until after the medical exam, but I have a feeling you won't have any problem."

They left the restaurant and as they started to separate Rick said, "Go to your exam tomorrow. I'll call you when I get the results - probably a day or two. Then at any time after that you may be contacted and your adventure will begin. Remember, the words are 'Code Green.' Do whatever the agent tells you. Probably I'll see you again, but I want to say I have enjoyed meeting you very much. I think you will really like your adventure."

Catlin went back to her apartment still not quite sure everything was real. The next morning she had one of the most comprehensive physical exams she had ever experienced. Then nothing for the next three days. Finally one afternoon she received a call from Rick. "Everything is set," he said. "I can't say when, or even for sure if, but you may be contacted at any time now. Have fun."



XAd,Inc. - Ch. 2

For the next few days Catlin expected every stranger she saw would come up to her and say the words, "Code Green." After a week went by her expectation receded somewhat and after another few days she began to think that maybe the whole thing was some kind of elaborate hoax. Except that the five hundred dollars was real. Her bank cashed the check without question and she couldn't believe someone would throw away that kind of money on a joke.

Nearly two weeks had gone by when one afternoon right after lunch she left her apartment and headed for the library. The weather was warm and Catlin was wearing her usual summer casual outfit of cutoff jeans, a tee shirt and running shoes. The library was about five blocks from Catlin's apartment and she set out towards it at a brisk walk. She had gone about three blocks when she saw an attractive woman, about thirty with dark brown hair to her shoulders standing on the sidewalk looking at a small piece of paper or file card in her hand as though she were checking an address. As Catlin approached her, she looked up and said, "Excuse me. Maybe you can help me. I'm looking for someone."

Catlin stopped and answered, "Sure, if I can."

The woman replied, "Take a look at this and see if it looks familiar." She held the card out to Catlin.

Catlin looked down at the card and froze. It was a clear picture of her with her name printed below it. The woman took hold of her arm and said quietly in her ear, "Code Green. You are Catlin, correct?"

Catlin couldn't speak but managed to nod her head. The woman began to move her to the end of the block. "Welcome, Catlin. Come with me, please."

Catlin moved forward and finally found her voice. She started, "Where ...", but the woman cut her off.

"No questions. Just do as you are told."

She led Catlin to a parking lot and to a new Ford. She unlocked the right hand door and indicated to Catlin to get in. Once she was seated the woman said, "Hold out your hands."

Catlin did as she was told and suddenly the woman closed a set of handcuffs around her wrists. She didn't close them uncomfortably tight and in fact the cuffs were padded slightly to protect her wrists. But still the shock nearly panicked Catlin and she started to try to get out. "No, it's all right. Remember this is just to help set the mood for your adventure." Catlin settled back into the seat and the woman closed the door and went around to the driver's side.

She started the car and drove off. Catlin wasn't familiar with where she was going but in about twenty-five minutes she pulled into a gate in the fence along side a small airport. She drove directly up to a hanger where a small jet was parked with a man walking around inspecting it. The plane had a label: "Farmont Express Transport." The woman said, "They usually just deliver parts or supplies which are quickly needed but will carry us as passengers. Don't worry, the pilot is fully certified and has an ATR."

She got out of the car and led Catlin up to the man doing the inspection. Catlin was intently aware that her hands were in cuffs and as the pilot looked at her, began to turn slightly red. The woman said something to the pilot which Catlin couldn't hear. He nodded and came over to Catlin. The woman went back to the car and removed a suitcase from the trunk and carried it aboard the plane.

The pilot said, "I'm Bill Farmont. Miss Smith has said that this is all part of some kind of 'mystery weekend' thing. I only want to know one thing. Do you want to go? Are you doing this of your own will?"

Catlin swallowed. "Yes. It's all part of the game. I assume it's all right?"

"Yes, but I told Miss Smith she would have to uncuff you while we're in the air. I hope that doesn't spoil anything, but I'd feel better if she does."

"I certainly won't mind," Catlin replied. The pilot gave her a slightly funny look and she quickly smiled at him to defuse any more questions.

He finally nodded and said, "Welcome aboard. We'll be taking off in about fifteen minutes."

The woman - Miss "Smith", Catlin supposed - came back out of the plane and over to Catlin. She led her into the hanger and over to a rest room. "Better make a stop now. This plane isn't equipped with a bathroom." Catlin held up her cuffed hands, but the woman said, "I'm sure you can manage."

She did let Catlin go in alone and went in herself afterwards while Catlin waited outside. Then she once more took her arm and led the bound girl up the stairs into the plane. As they got on board Catlin could see that cargo was the usual thing to be hauled. A number of boxes were strapped down along both sides of the small craft. A door separated the pilot's cabin from the rest of the plane and a second door led into a small room walled off on the right side of the aircraft. The woman opened this door and motioned for Catlin to enter.

Inside Catlin found four seats in sets of two, facing each other - two looking forward and two looking back. There was a small space between them and a fold down table which could be lowered from the wall. Catlin was surprised when Miss Smith closed off the only two windows, shutting out the outside view entirely. She looked at Catlin and said, "You really don't need to know where we're taking you."

Catlin felt a shiver up her back at the words, but also a slowly building feeling of excitement. This was really happening! The woman indicated for Catlin to sit in one of the forward facing seats. When she was sitting, the woman unfastened the cuffs. "The pilot insisted we take these off during flight."

The woman sat in the seat facing her and both of them fastened their seat belts. A few minutes later Catlin heard the plane door close and shortly afterwards the engines began to start. The pilot made a quick statement over a hidden speaker: "Please keep your belts fastened. We'll be taking off in about three minutes." The plane began to taxi to the end of the runway and in just a couple of minutes began its run and was soon airborne. A little later the pilot announced they could remove the belts, but when Catlin started to, the woman shook her head.

A couple of times Catlin tried to ask questions, but was stopped each time. The woman had taken her watch when they arrived at the airport so she had no way to accurately judge the flight time, but Catlin thought they had been airborne for about two hours when the woman broke the silence. She unfastened her own belt and retrieved her suitcase from a closed compartment. She opened it and pulled out what looked like a long, dark green, velvet hooded cape. As she shook it free, Catlin stared at it. She had seen similar capes in some of the mail order gift catalogs but they weren't cheap. She thought they ran about three or four hundred.

The woman turned towards the compartment door and reached down to lock it. Then she turned back to Catlin. "You will put this on. Please remove all of your clothing except your shoes first."

Far a second Catlin's heart seemed to stop. The whole thing so far had seemed fantastic but this was her first real reminder that it was all about sex. Then she thought to herself, "Well, I wanted an adventure." Slowly she unfastened her seat belt, stood, and just as slowly pulled her tee shirt over her head. Catlin had a good figure. She was nearly five seven and carried no extra weight, but she wasn't skinny. Her breasts were firm and rounded if not huge and now stood proudly from her chest.

The woman took the tee shirt and placed it in the suitcase. She continued to wait as Catlin unzipped her cutoffs and pulled them over her feet, leaving her in only a pair of high cut panties. She hesitated another second but it was obvious the woman had really meant all of her clothes, so with a shrug she stepped out of the skimpy garment and handed it to Miss Smith.  Her blonde hair fell to below her shoulders and the small patch below her waist showed it was her natural color.

The woman handed Catlin the cloak. Catlin pulled it around her, and at the woman's nod, closed the fastenings down the front. The cloak fell to her ankles and the color highlighted the intense green of her eyes.

Catlin had to admit that the cloak made her feel sexy as hell, especially since she could feel even the slightest movement of the fabric across her bare skin. The woman nodded approval and said, "Please be seated again. We should be nearly there."

Before much longer the plane began to descend and in a few more minutes touched down on a runway. As they taxied to a stop Miss Smith had Catlin unfasten her seat belt and once again used the handcuffs to fasten her hands together in front of her. Then she removed a black silk scarf from her case and proceeded to carefully blindfold the bound woman. Catlin's vision was completely cutoff by the smooth material. She found that this enhanced the helplessness she felt at being complete naked under the long cloak.

After the engines had shut down, Miss smith opened the door and Catlin heard the pilot come back and begin to open the doorway of the plane. His voice suddenly cut through to her. "I hope you had a pleasant flight." Catlin replied that she had and thanked him. The pilot took her arm and started to lead her towards the doorway. Quietly he whispered in her ear, "You really do want to be here, don't you?"

Catlin suddenly realized that she did indeed. "Yes, it's all part of the game. But thank you for asking."

At the door Miss Smith took her arm and helped her to slowly descend the stairs to the concrete below. She guided her over to a car and opened the door for her, helping her to get inside. A few seconds later she entered the car and they drove off.

Catlin guessed the ride took about forty-five minutes, but without sight she had no idea where they went. All she knew was that the air had been warm when she left the plane and she had still felt sun on her face. The longer they drove the more the traffic noise diminished until Catlin heard no other cars for some time. The car slowed and turned onto a gravel road and continued to follow a curving path for several minutes.  Catlin could smell pine trees.

Finally the car pulled to a stop. The driver rolled down the window and must have pressed a button for a couple of seconds later Catlin heard a voice over a small speaker say, "Yes?"

The woman answered, "Miss Smith and passenger." There was a sound like a gate opening and the car drove on.

After maybe a quarter mile the car came to a stop and the woman turned off the engine. She helped Catlin out of the car and then removed the blindfold. Catlin looked around her. The sun had just set but it was still light enough to see clearly. She was standing in front of a large - a very, very large - house. It could have been a manor house from the eighteenth century. There were groomed grounds around it with many tall trees and in the distance Catlin could see a surrounding fence topped with iron spikes. Beyond the fence she could see only forest. The front door which stood closed about thirty feet in front of them was of massive oak. A gigantic brass knocker was centered on it. Looking up at the windows of the three story building Catlin saw that several were lighted, but the light looked like candlelight or oil lamps. In fact the car was the only modern thing within view.

The woman turned to Catlin and said, "I will be leaving you now. First, let me have your shoes. Then when I drive off go up and knock on the door." Then she smiled and added, "You are about to have an adventure you'll not soon forget. I think you'll love it." With that she knelt to remove Catlin's shoes then turned, entered the car, and drove off.

Catlin hesitated only a few seconds and then made her way up to the door. She lifted her bound hands to the brass knocker and knocked twice. Within ten seconds the door swung slowly open and Catlin found herself looking at a liveried servant from the seventeen hundreds. He spoke,. "Catlin, I believe. You are expected." He gave no notice to her bound hands and turned to lead the way into the building. Catlin followed him on bare feet, vividly aware that much more than her feet was bare, down a hall and to the closed door of a room. He knocked once than opened the door and ushered her in. Catlin saw the room was populated with young men and a couple of women all dressed in eighteenth century garb of a type Catlin suspected would have been worn by the minor nobility. They were talking and many were holding glasses. They turned towards the door as it opened and the servant announced simply, "Catlin."

One of the men looked directly at her and said, "Welcome, Catlin."

On a hunch Catlin replied, "Thank you, my Lord," and was rewarded by a wide smile of pleasure that she had caught on so quickly. There were six men and two women and as she glanced around the room she noticed one other girl about her own age dressed in a similar cloak, only a dark wine red in color. She also had her hands bound. Their eyes met for a second and a minute look of understanding was exchanged.

The man who had spoken to Catlin now turned towards the others and said, "Now that both of our - guests - have arrived I think we can go into supper." He took Catlin's arm and guided her back out to the hall with the others right behind him. They went a short distance farther down the hall and then through a closed doorway on the opposite side. Catlin found herself in a period dining hall, or maybe a banquet room. A long polished wood table was set with silver and china and dozens of candles in polished silver holders threw sparkles from silver serving pieces. The man guided Catlin to a seat near the center of one side of the table and the others arranged themselves around it. She noticed another man was guiding the other cloaked girl to the seat directly opposite her.

As the guests settled Catlin thought that this could have been a scene from a good historical movie. The first hint that this was something a little different came with the two serving maids who brought in the first course. Both were completely nude. Even their pubic hair had been shaved. Both were about Catlin's age and very good looking. As they were pouring drinks into the goblets - Catlin decided the drink was plain water - one of the girls spilled a small amount onto the table cloth. She immediately dabbed at it with the napkin she carried, but the man beside Catlin said, "Have you made a careless mistake, Mary?"

The girl turned towards him, but before she could answer the other maid approached and said, "Mary is but a serving wench, My Lord. I am responsible and will accept what you think I should."

The man looked at her and said, "Three, Meg?" The girl nodded and he said, "Fetch it please."

The girl left the room and returned within a minute carrying a short riding crop. She carried it to the man beside Catlin and offered it. He stood and took it from her motioning her towards a pillar at one side of the room. Meg went to the pillar and placed her hands around it a little above head height. Then she spread her feet slightly and arched her back so her bottom was sticking up. Catlin watched in fascination as the man struck three sharp blows across her defenseless rear. The girl gasped at each but did not cry out and three red lines appeared across her white skin. As she stood and took the crop from the man Catlin thought she looked like the strokes had aroused her sexually. Then she realize they had also aroused her.

The man returned to his place beside Catlin and the serving continued.

The meal was light but Catlin was too excited to feel really hungry anyway. She was constantly aware that under the cloak which remained fastened to her throat she was as bare as the two maids. This combined with the whole unreal atmosphere to keep her at a high level of sexual excitement.

While they ate Catlin spoke little and then only in response to direct questions, addressing each questioner as "My Lord" or "My Lady." The other cloaked girl, whose name Caltin learned was Tyra, behaved similarly. The man who had escorted Catlin in appeared to be in charge and was addressed as Lord Robert. The two ladies present were named Anne and Linda. Of the other five men she heard the names John, James, and William, but except for Lord James who was the escort for Tyra she didn't associate a name and face. She didn't catch the names of the other two men.

The two girls, Mary and Meg, continued serving and the men frequently would run a hand over a bare backside or along a thigh, but there was no other sexual activity. When everyone had finished Lord Robert suggested they adjourn to the library. He turned to the two maids and said, "You may join us, Mary and Meg." They acknowledged with a slight bow of their heads and, still nude, followed the others back into the large paneled room where Catlin had first met everyone.

Robert and James took the arms of Catlin and Tyra and led them to one end while everyone else turned to face them. Robert began, "I would like to introduce Catlin and Tyra. These lovely young women have decided to join us as our unique - guests - for the next week. I'm sure each of you will make a more intimate acquaintance with them before that time is over and I'm sure each will find that being our guest - or maybe I should say captive - is a, shall I say stimulating, experience. Now I believe you might like to see them a little more closely."




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With that he turned to her, as James did to Tyra, and unfastened the cuffs which they still wore. Catlin had managed to eat with little trouble and had become quite used to the bindings, but now flexed her wrists at their removal. Once the cuffs were removed the two moved behind them leaving them facing the others. Despite the fact that Catlin was sure what was coming she was still startled when Robert reached around her shoulders and began to unclasp the cloak. In seconds it was undone and he slipped it from her shoulders, leaving her completely naked. Catlin was proud of her figure and knew she had no reason to hide it, but still suddenly being bared in front of strangers caused a red blush to move from her face down past her breasts. But she stood straight with her shoulders back and managed to smile at her audience. A quick glance showed Tyra was doing pretty much the same. Tyra was an inch or two shorter than Catlin, with amber eyes and dark brown hair cut just above her shoulders. She was slender but her very narrow waist made her slightly rounded hips and ass appear more curvy than they actually were. Her breasts were firm and actually slightly larger than Catlin's, but Catlin decided she compared well. Both of them were very good looking.

For that matter everyone she had met was very attractive, both men and women. As she had been told most were in their late twenties or early thirties. One or two of the men might have been a couple of years older but they were all in good physical shape, muscled and no extra fat. Lady Linda was in her late twenties and had light brown hair and light blue eyes. She was about five four and had a curvy figure with fairly large breasts that still looked firm under her tight fitting blouse. Lady Anne was older - probably about thirty or thirty-two - and much taller, probably about five ten. She was a blonde with short hair and dark blue eyes and a slim figure. Her breasts, revealed, like Linda's, by the deep cut of her blouse were small for her height but not for her slim build. Her narrow waist flared to slightly wider but still narrow hips. Her legs, though, seemed almost too long and ended in a nicely rounded ass. Her body looked younger than thirty but looking closely at her eyes Catlin decided her first guess was probably about right, but she was still an astonishingly attractive woman.

As the group looked over the two women, there were murmurs of approval and they began to move closer. Catlin hadn't noticed but Robert and James had picked up padded leather cuffs from somewhere and now began to fasten them around the women's wrists. The cuffs were sturdy, but well padded with soft leather, and had a strong D ring attached to each. When they were on, each girl had her hands pulled behind her back and a snap was used to fasten her wrists together. They had little choice but to stand and allow the group to examine them closely, including much feeling of tits and ass. In fact, even if Catlin had had a choice she would have so chosen. Her level of excitement had been constantly rising and now she could feel her juices beginning to escape and moisten her legs. Whether from her thoughts or from the frequent handling, her nipples were standing out large and hard.

After a couple of minutes Robert spoke. "I know Lord Thomas and Lord John have said they had some private plans for our two serving wenches, but I would suggest that the rest of you accompany me to the rooms below and we shall introduce our two lovely captives to their fates."

There were several loud calls of agreement and Robert and James each took an arm. They led the girls back out into the hall and down to a doorway at the far end. Just as she entered the door and began to descend the stairs, Catlin noticed two of the men, who must have been Thomas and John, bringing Mary and Meg out of the library. Both of the maids now had their hands fastened behind their backs also.

With her hands bound behind her she was glad of Robert's firm grasp on her arm as he steadied her descent. The stairway was made of stone and followed down alongside a stone wall. The air cooled slightly and as they reached the bottom Catlin felt cool stone flags beneath her bare feet. She was urged down a short hall way lit by flickering candle sconces to a heavy oak door bound with iron straps. Lord Robert produced a key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. Catlin and Tyra were led inside followed by the four lords and two ladies.

Catlin stared at her surroundings. She was in a dungeon. The room was large, perhaps twenty-five by forty feet, with smooth stone walls and a high beamed ceiling. Most of the floor was stone flags, but part was covered with thick rugs. There were candles and lamps around the walls, but there also seemed to be some form of hidden, indirect electric lighting so that she could clearly see. The walls held iron rings at various heights and chains hung from the ceiling in several places. A variety of "furniture" was spread around the room, but not the kind one usually saw on a showroom floor. There were a couple of long wood tables, leather covered and padded, two large X shaped timber frames, also leather covered. There were several low pieces resembling gym vaults and carpenter's horses and some other strangely shaped benches. There were also a number of other pieces Catlin couldn't identify. A set of drawers with a bench top ran eight feet along one wall and above it was hung an incredible variety of paddles, crops, straps, and whips as well as a number of lengths of ropes and chains and many leather devices which looked like they might be used for binding a victim. In one corner there was a small door, but otherwise the room had only the one entrance and, of course, no windows.

"I think maybe we should begin," James started saying, "by giving these two wenches a taste of the whips."

"Definitely," Robert answered. "Then, perhaps, we can show them a few other devices we have available for our sport. I think we should have them stretched, don't you?"

James agreed and the two were led over to a thickly carpeted part of the floor where some chains were dangling from the ceiling. Each girl had her wrists pulled high above her head and spread three feet apart. Then the men added another set of cuffs around their ankles and, pulling their feet nearly a yard apart also, attached them to iron rings set in the floor. Catlin and Tyra were now stretched on their toes and fully open to whatever the men chose to do to them.

Catlin of course had some idea that something like this would happen on her "adventure," but the speed of events still surprised her. She had previously been spanked and loved it. She had even gotten one boyfriend to use his belt on her once, but this was something right out of one of her fantasies. She felt a little scared. Could she handle a whipping and would she like it? Still she found herself getting wetter by the second. Hopefully she would find she liked this in real life just as she did in her imagination.

The two girls were about four feet apart and turned just slightly inward so they could see each other. Robert came over and stood between them. He looked from one to the other and then quietly spoke, his voice no longer sounding in character as a noble lord. "OK, you were both told about safe words, right?" Both girls nodded if a little hesitantly. Robert went on, "Just remember, we want you to enjoy this, too. If things ever get to be too much just say 'Red Flag' and everything will stop. Don't use it lightly, but remember it's there. And if you don't want to end things but need it a little easier, or if someone tries to do something you don't feel like trying, just say 'Yellow Flag,' We won't end the scene but will honor your request to not do something or to take it a little easier. Both of you understand?"

He waited while each girl answered. Then he added, "All right, I think we're all going to have fun this week." Both Catlin and Tyra smiled in response and then Robert turned away from them.

James had retrieved two cats of nine tails from the wall. Each had a handle about eighteen inches long and soft leather tails a little over two feet. He handed one to Robert. Anne suddenly called out, "What holds you up? I think these wenches need to feel the lash, to learn their due."

Robert turned towards her. "You are impatient, Lady Anne. In fact I think you have been most impatient and troublesome all day. Perhaps you also need a taste of this."

Anne cried out, "You dare suggest a lady be punished as a common wench?"

"A lady perhaps," Robert answered, "but I think your highborn skin will feel the leather the same as these two. I think you need to be taught a lesson." With that he nodded to James. They dropped their whips and started towards Anne. She started to back up but William and another man each grabbed an arm and moved her forward so she was in front of the two stretched girls.

They held her arms firmly as she tried to struggle and Robert moved to face her. "Thank you, Lord Edward and Lord William. I believe this lady needs to be reminded of her place." With that he reached a hand forward and clutched the top front of her dress. Suddenly he gave a sharp jerk downward and the dress parted with a ripping sound. Catlin was staring at the action and realized that the dress hadn't actually torn but the sound resulted from Velcro opening. It was obviously designed for this. Robert pulled until the dress was completely open and then William and Edward pulled it from her shoulders. There were no complex undergarments as there would have actually been in the seventeen hundreds. Lady Anne had been completely bare beneath the dress and now stood naked. James handed Robert a pair of the leather cuffs and he placed them on her wrists. She was taken over to a point where she faced the two bound women about six feet away and was soon secured in a position similar to theirs.

James and Robert picked up the cats once more and now both moved behind Anne. Robert raised his arm and brought the cat down with a slashing blow across her naked ass, causing her to cry out. Actually it wasn't an extremely hard blow, but enough to sting. James immediately applied another lash from the opposite direction. The men delivered another two dozen lashes, getting progressively harder. Anne's ass was turning a bright red and cries and moans escaped her lips. Then the two men began to spread their targets, landing lashes on her thighs, her back, her stomach and even across her breasts. These weren't as hard, but still left red lines in their wake.

Anne was obviously becoming aroused by the treatment. But suddenly the two men stopped and moved towards Catlin and Tyra. "This is it," Catlin thought. "I hope I like it." Suddenly Robert's whip landed across her tightly stretched ass. Catlin cried out, but mostly from surprise. The blow actually hadn't been really hard at all and the slap of the leather on her bare skin only turned her on more. Robert continued to rain down lashes, making them harder and harder. Somewhat to her own surprise - and definitely to her delight - Catlin found she loved the sharp stings. Each lash seemed to send the sharp pain on her reddening bottom directly to her pussy in the form of pure excitement. She began to try to squirm, but her tight bonds prevented almost all movement, leaving her increasingly frustrated, but more and more aroused.

She could see and hear Tyra getting similar treatment and that she appeared to enjoy it as much as Catlin. Across from them Anne was breathing rapidly and twisting in shear frustration. The men began to spread their lashes as they had done on Anne and Catlin found she liked this also. She was still afraid of what would happen when the tails struck her tits, but when this finally occurred, she was amazed that, though it really hurt, it felt as good as the others had. She was finding herself actually beginning to approach orgasm when the men stopped and she cried out in frustration.

The watching men and women applauded and Robert said, "I think perhaps we should let these three think on their predicament a little, but first a little more stimulation." He went to Catlin, James to Tyra, and William came over in front of Anne. The men bent over and each sucked hard at a nipple. Catlin thought she couldn't take any more, but Robert switched to the other nipple and began rolling the first one between thumb and forefinger. When he pulled his mouth away from the second it was replaced by his other hand. For nearly two minutes the men roughly stimulated the women's nipples. Then at a nod from Robert they took out clamps and let them close over the swollen and hard nubs.

A sudden pain shot through Catlin's breast followed a second later by a similar feeling on the other one. She had seen nipple clamps on the internet and even tried clothes pins on herself, but this clamp bit a lot harder than that had. As the first pain subsided slightly she decided she loved this also.

Next Robert held up a small dildo. Catlins eyes opened wide as he pushed it inside her sopping pussy. Her muscles clamped down hard and a new surge of excitement flew through her. But he wasn't done yet. She felt his finger touch her anus. Automatically she clinched her cheeks, or rather tried to. Spread eagled as she was she couldn't do too much. His finger, slick with something, pushed gently against her rear opening. And soon made its way inside. He held it there and, as Catlin began to relax, moved it around a little spreading the slick substance. Then he held an object up for Catlin to see. She recognized it from pictures - a butt plug. This was a small one, only about four inches long and tapering from a small rounded end to a maximum of about three quarters of an inch. Then it narrowed to less than three eights of an inch before flaring back out to a wide, flat surface. Catlin knew where it was going and tried to make herself relax as Robert began to force the intruder into her rectum.

He would push it in until Catlin though she was going to be torn and then let it out a little, never removing it all the way. Each time he pushed a little harder and then suddenly gave it a sharp thrust. Catlin cried out as the bulge went in past the ring of muscle which immediately clamped back down on the narrow neck. The pain quickly subsided and left an overwhelming feeling of fullness which Catlin decided was another terrific sensation. She was finding it hard to believe how much she was enjoying all of these strange new experiences.

Robert stepped back and Catlin found herself breathing hard, practically gasping. She looked over at Tyra and saw her in a similar state. Then she looked over at Anne and saw William just starting to push a butt plug into Anne's tight bottom. This plug was quite a bit larger than the one Catlin had. It looked nearly six inches long and maybe an inch and a half wide at the widest. William gave it several in and out thrusts and then one hard shove. Anne gave a sharp scream and the intruder seated itself deeply inside her rear.

Now all three men reached for the dildos in the women's vaginas and suddenly Catlin felt a strong vibration start deeply inside her. Robert gave her a slap on the ass and then all four men and the Lady Linda moved out of the room.

Catlin felt herself continue to become more excited and the other two women seemed to be feeling the same way. Suddenly Anne convulsed against her bonds and cried out in a strong climax. This set off Tyra and Catlin who gave in to their own orgasms, crying out and straining against their bonds.

In a few seconds Tyra said, "Wow! I never expected this to happen when I filled out that quiz."

Catlin's head snapped around to her. "You mean the 'Adventuresomeness' quiz on the net? Is that how they found you, too?"

"Yeah," Tyra replied. "I take it you did too?" Then she turned towards Anne and asked, "Did they recruit you from that quiz too?"

Anne was just beginning to get control of her breathing. "No," she half laughed. "Actually I hired them. I run a little accounting firm and somehow I don't quite get this level of excitement from it so I decided to hire them for an 'adventure.'"

Catlin and Tyra both looked surprised. "I thought all the lords and ladies were clients and wouldn't get punished," Catlin said.

"Oh, in general that's true. Usually I like being on that side, but I also enjoy being the victim sometimes. This is actually my fourth adventure with them."

"What about the maids?" Catlin asked. "I noticed Meg took the whipping even though Mary made the mistake. Is one of them a client?"

"No, they're both like you. However, some people aren't into everything. Different contracts for different people. Mary is an exhibitionist and she likes bondage, but she doesn't care for the discipline side. Meg is more like us. She likes some discipline - an occasional whipping and such - but maybe not quite as much as we do. I'm guessing you two really like this side of things."

"I love it," Catlin answered. "I've never really tried anything quite like this before, just a little spanking and such, but I've never been so turned on in my life."

"I've played a little before," Tyra added. "But not quite this much. And I love it, too."

"What about the other servants," Tyra asked.

"Most of them are just that - hired servants," Anne replied. "Probably no more than a few of them at most will be involved in anything more than fixing food and cleaning up."

They spoke a little more and then the relentless vibrators started bringing them toward climax again and soon all three lost thought of anything else. After about twenty minutes, during which they came twice more, the lords and lady entered again. They stood and watched the last climaxes and then Edward said, "I fear we will exhaust them. Perhaps we should become more directly involved now."

"I agree," James said, and the others all nodded.

Three of the men went to the girls and unfastened their ankles. Next they removed the nipple clamps, bringing cries as the blood flowed into their tortured tits once more, and finally switched off and removed the vibrators. The plugs were left embedded.

Linda spoke. "I'd like to see the Lady Anne arched on a table end, if you please."

Edward and William grinned at her and Edward answered, "Certainly, My Lady.  We all can have some sport with her." They unfastened Anne's wrists from the ceiling chains and led her over to one of the leather covered tables. Standing her at one end, facing away from the table, they attached her ankles to the two table legs, spreading them about a foot and a half apart. Next they placed a large cushion or pillow on the end of the table directly behind her. The table came just to the middle of Anne's ass and the pillow added another eight or ten inches in height. Each man took an arm and bent Anne backwards across the pillow, arching her and leaving her breasts sticking straight up. They bound her hands to the table sides, pulling her tightly into the arch.

While everyone watched, William and Edward each moved along side her and together bent and began to lick, suck, and nip at her hard nipples. But what surprised Catlin was Linda. She pulled at her own dress, opening it to the waist, and bent to place her mouth against Anne's dripping slit. One hand went up to her own nipples and the other slid under her skirts as she began to suck and lick at the squirming woman. Robert and James watched for a minute and then Robert said, "Perhaps we should put these new wenches on the rape racks."

Rape racks! Had she heard right? Then Catlin decided she probably had heard right and at the moment couldn't think of anywhere else shed rather be. Just the term itself sent uncontrollable shivers down her spine. She was horny as hell and desperately wanted a hard cock inside her.




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The men unfastened the girls' wrists and took them to another part of the room. Over here were several wood fixtures which Catlin at first couldn't figure out. They had a platform about thirty inches off the floor. The platform was of sanded wood, about sixteen inches wide and four feet long.  The platform was held horizontal by a couple of legs near one end and two vertical poles located near the other. The poles stuck straight up four feet beyond the platform where they supported a cross bar nearly six feet in length.

Catlin was led to one of these and positioned standing at the end near the tall poles, facing away. The men lifted her so she was sitting on the platform and moved her to where her ass just rested on the edge. They laid her back so the platform could support her back and head and fastened her wrist cuffs near the floor on the supporting legs at either side. Then they attached short chains to her ankle cuffs and pulled her legs straight up. They spread them widely - very widely - and attached the chains to the overhead cross bar. Catlin decided she was indeed in a good position for rape.

Next the men moved Tyra over to another of the racks, but she was placed facing the platform. Her feet were spread widely and anchored to the floor. Then a padded pillow was placed over the table edge and she was bent forward along it. Her arms were pulled forward and down and anchored. Bent as she was, her ass was the highest point and her spread legs gave full access to her private openings. Two small sections of the platforms were removed letting her breasts hang free.

James and Robert once more began to tug and roll both girls' nipples and soon added clamps. All the men had removed their shirts earlier, leaving them in only the tight fitting pants. Now they removed these and Catlin saw both men had firm erections. She expected to feel that hard tool and desperately wanted it, but Robert had other ideas first. He picked up a leather strap, a little over an inch wide, and proceeded to lash her exposed bottom and thighs. Tyra was receiving similar treatment from James.

After about a dozen hard strokes which left burning red lines across her still sensitive skin, he quit and finally placed his hard tool against Catlin's wet slit. He pushed forward and she was so wet he entered with almost no resistance. Catlin cried out and tried to use her vaginal muscles to suck him in even deeper. He began to work his way in and out, sometimes in hard, direct plunges and sometimes frustratingly slowly. Catlin cried out and tried desperately to respond to his thrusts, but bound as she was, could do little but accept his pace. But that didn't stop her arousal. By the time Robert exploded inside her she had come three times.

As her breathing slowed, she looked over and saw that James was pounding into Tyra with equal zeal. When he came, too, Catlin thought they might be released, but once again the men had other plans. Or rather did Edward and William who took their places. By the time they had finished John and Thomas had entered with the two maids, still naked and bound. They took their turns with the two girls. Then James and Robert switched with Robert plunging into Tyra and James fucking her for a long time before he finally came. Catlin lost track of how many times she came but it was more than once with each man. And still she felt aroused.

When Linda brought over Anne, her hands bound behind her back, and leaned her down between Catlin's legs, she was unprepared. Catlin had no attraction to girls and wouldn't have dreamed she would ever be interested in them. She nearly called the "Yellow Flag" code as Anne's tongue approached her clit, but suddenly realized she wanted to feel this. With more astonishment than anything else she let the woman began to toy with her slit and soon found herself coming again. When Anne finished and Linda, now totally naked herself, took her place between her legs, Catlin didn't even stop to be surprised.

Before releasing the two women, Robert removed the plugs and Catlin was surprised to be left with a strange empty feeling. After their cuffs were removed, everyone went over to the small door in the corner. As they entered Catlin saw that it concealed a large modern bathroom. There were four toilet stalls, a couple of sinks, and a large, open shower area.. Everyone, now naked, showered with a lot of extra help between men and women.

After they had dried off, Robert said, "It's getting late and we have a lot of activities planed for the week, so I think we should consider bed." He turned towards Catlin and Tyra. "I hope you two have found this enjoyable?"

Both enthusiastically told him they had. Catlin said, "I can't believe how much I did. I've never even come close to anything like this before, but I loved every second of it. I look forward to a lot more."

Tyra added, "I have played some of these games before, but only with one man at a time and not quite to this extent. I loved it, too, and want more. A lot more."

Robert smiled at them. "You'll definitely get your wish. A lot more. Now I'll also tell you, in case you haven't already guessed, that for the entire time you're here you will be kept naked and usually in bondage. You'll be tied to your bed at night and don't expect to sleep straight through. You will be available for any of us and we will probably take advantage of it. So let's put your cuffs back on and we'll take you upstairs.