1 comments/ 36259 views/ 4 favorites Anari's Predicament Ch. 01 By: ScarlettSlave Anari found the building, on her first visit, cold and uninviting. Truth be told, if there were a possibility of running away from her desperate situation she would have done. She had found herself getting deeper and deeper in a clinging quicksand of debts, from which there was little escape. She shuddered as she remembered the expression on her bank manager's face when he had told her that her circumstances were much worse than she had feared. Anari's options were bleak, to say the least. A light at the end of the tunnel had been offered when she had seen an advert in the local paper. It had read: "Servant required to take care of a demanding Master. No experience necessary. Once initial training has started you will be unable to leave the house for a period of exactly one month. Non-negotiable. Providing satisfactory training is completed, your position may be extended permanently." The salary stated for such a position and for one month was ridiculously high. She had figured someone had made a mistake and she had called the number on the advert just to satisfy her curiosity. But a secretary had answered her call efficiently and confirmed that yes, the salary was correct. Would Anari like the position? Anari immediately said yes, wondering only later at the lack of interview and filling out of application forms. All the secretary had wanted from her was a brief description of herself for the butler, so he would know to let her in, and her measurements so a uniform could be made up for her. The secretary reaffirmed that once she had entered into the contract for the initial training period, she would be unable to leave. Anari confirmed that that would be fine, jumping at the chance to make so much money so quickly. When she knocked on the door a man greeted her. The butler, she guessed. He was tall and well-built, with short, sandy blonde hair and tanned skin. Anari liked the look of him. He wore a serious expression on his face, however. 'You must sign the contract here,' he indicated. 'As soon as you have signed you will remain here without question for the one month training period. You do understand there is no breaking the contract? There is no get-out clause. So you must be certain of your decision.' Anari nodded at him and signed the piece of paper waiting on the highly polished desk. She could not think why she would want to get out of anything that was going to earn her such a large amount of money in such a short time. He handed her a black bag containing her uniform and showed her to her room so she could change into it. 'This will be your only clothing from now on,' the Butler told her, indicating the black bag. 'You must wear it all times,' and with that he left the room. Anari noticed with some surprise how small the bag containing her uniform was. She put it down on the bed and wandered over to the window of her room, looking out over the extensive parkland stretching into the distance. It was certainly a big house but also secluded, surrounded by trees at the front, set back from any road by a half-mile driveway. Anari turned away from the window and opened the bag, tumbling the contents out onto the bed. She gasped. A small black and transparent lace dress, black shoes with a very high heel, stockings, a pair of knickers that was little more than a minute triangle of sheer, see-through material, and a lacy cap. She picked up the dress. No skirt -- the black bodice ended at her waist. At the front a transparent white lacy apron hung down, barely enough to cover her crotch, she thought. The skimpy cups for her breasts were also transparent, as were the small shoulder straps. She fingered the silky material of the bodice. And then she shivered. Unaccountably, she suddenly felt she was being watched...... From the room next door, through the two-way mirror, the Master gazed thoughtfully as he saw Anari inspect the clothing. As she began to undress, he leaned forward with increased interest. He watched carefully as Anari stripped to her lingerie and then started to slide her bra from her shoulders. He studied the pert, rounded breasts. 'She's perfect,' he said. 'You did well to select her, Miss Simpson.' His secretary, standing next to him, smiled. 'Yes, our tame bank manager has come up with the goods this time.' 'It was a very clever idea of yours to explore that avenue, Miss Simpson,' said the Master, looking intently at Anari as she stepped out of her knickers and stood naked. 'Well, knowing what we do about Mr Black makes it difficult for him to refuse any of our requests. And when he said he had this girl who was badly in debt...' The secretary smoothed down her hair. 'Yes', she said thoughtfully, 'she certainly is very attractive.' The Master smiled. 'Maybe you'll have your chance later, Miss Simpson...' Anari picked up the knickers and gingerly slipped them on. The sheer material covered nothing. Her pussy, displaying a small triangle of dark hair, was clearly visible. Behind, the thin string disappeared into the crack of her rounded ass-cheeks. Anari began to feel apprehensive. Maybe this was not a good idea, in spite of the money? But she remembered the contract she'd signed. Reluctantly she put on the stockings and stepped into the high heels. The dress itself was a tight fit, as it obviously was intended to be. She inspected herself in the mirror. Her breasts were thrust upwards, in spite of no bra, and her nipples were only just covered by the neck-line. The apron ended high on her thighs, exposing her stocking-tops. She turned slowly round, looking at her image in the mirror. She looked a tart, a slut, everything was on view. But at the back of her mind she also knew she looked very sexy. Automatically she straightened the seam of her stockings. A discreet knock came at the door. Nervously she opened it, feeling practically naked, pulling down the apron as low as she could. It was the butler. His eyes flickered quickly over her body then his face resumed its impassive look. 'If you're ready, Miss Mitchell,' he said, 'the Master will see you now.' He raised his eyebrows inquiringly. 'Yes...yes,' muttered Anari. 'I am...ready.' The butler nodded, allowed his glance to flit over her cleavage then turned and strode off down the corridor. After a brief hesitation, Anari followed, her legs feeling like jelly. Down the wide staircase and through a door off the main entrance hall into a room that was obviously the library. There, seated at his ease in a large leather arm-chair, was the Master, Miss Simpson standing by his side... Anari shivered, feeling cold, expectant eyes upon her. She looked to the Man of the House for the first time and what she saw made her blood run cold. His hard, steel- grey eyes pierced through her and a hint of a stern smile played around his lips. While he was considerably older than Anari by some ten years or so, he was still very attractive and he knew it. 'She will do very nicely, Miss Simpson,' he said showing his approval by nodding his head to one side. 'An excellent choice, if I do say so myself.' Anari wondered if they had forgotten she was there, but his next question was directed at her, confusing her for a moment. 'How do you find the uniform, Anari?' he asked her, looking at her rather as if he was examining a germ under a microscope. Anari was so nervous by now she could barely speak, but after an interminable pause, said, 'It's not quite what I was expecting, Mr...?' and left the question hanging. He ignored it. 'I shouldn't think it was,' he said, his grin growing. 'But you do look rather wonderful in it. Come closer and let me inspect you.' He beckoned her forward. Anari had no idea why she came to stand in front of him, but his tone left no room for argument and she seemed to move forward as if something was pulling her to him. He stared at her, up and down, down and up. She was wobbling a little with nerves, for it took that long. She could feel his eyes on her breasts, knew he could see the pink, pert nipples there, peaked from the cold. The dress was virtually transparent, hiding nothing. He examined her shapely thighs with his eyes, his gaze coming to rest just below her tiny apron. 'Ah, that won't do at all,' he said. Anari just stared back at him in confusion. He beckoned the butler back over with a swift signal of his finger. 'You must prepare Anari for me this evening. I will require the usual,' he said giving a knowing look to the butler. He turned his attention back to Anari and said, just before the Butler led her away, 'Lesson 1 this evening will start promptly at 7.30. We will call it obedience training for now.' That sentence echoed in Anari's head as she was taken away. To be continued... Anari's Predicament Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Preparing Anari The butler took her back to her room and ordered her to undress. She did, glad to get out of the silly uniform. Meanwhile the butler had started to run her a bath. Anari had covered herself with a towel which he had left on the bed for her and went to get into the bath after he had left the room. Within 5 minutes he had returned, though, and she tried to cover herself up as he looked down on her. 'There really is no point hiding your treasures here; within a few hours everything will be on display and you will learn to like it.' He brandished a razor at her. 'The Master does not like unshaven sluts anywhere near his presence so we will need to get rid of this immediately,' he said indicating the fluff between her legs. Anari shrieked and moved further back up the bath, but the man easily held her in position and ignored her. He took his time with the job in hand and with swift, even, practised strokes slowly shaved her mound bare, exposing all of Anari's most secret parts which even she had never seen before. It made her feel horrible, bereft, and even worse, aroused at his harsh attentions. The man made sure there was not one strand of hair left anywhere on her body, except for her head. He then asked her to towel off and lie on the bed. She got out of the bath, shaking at the invasion of privacy she had just encountered. What on earth had she done? She had just signed a contract keeping her here, with these cold people for a MONTH? Her mind reeled in panic. 'Don't make me wait,' the butler cautioned. But it fell on deaf ears and she stood there unseeing. He hauled her to the bed, bodily and threw her down on top of it, grabbing one hand and roping it to one of the bed's four posters. He repeated his action with the other hand. Anari struggled wildly, trying to escape his grip upon her, fearful for what he might do. But he easily tied both feet to the two remaining posters, slowly, and, judging by the smile on his face, was enjoying her struggles. 'Find this arousing, don't you?' he said and thrust one finger into her lewdly exposed pussy. He thrust it all the way in with one single stroke, revealing her wetness. 'Thought so.' His attention turned to the bathroom cabinet and he came back with a pot of scented body cream. He began to rub it in all over her body, starting with her breasts, rubbing them deliciously with the aromatic cream, making her silky smooth and soft, teasing her nipples to erection. Anari moaned, unable to stop herself. 'Knew you'd like this -- proper slut, you are,' he said looking at her. He continued massaging the cream around her flat abdomen, into her thighs and calves and finally his attention came to rest on her bare mound. He licked his lips. 'I can't wait till the Master lets me have you. I'm going to fuck you into next year.' He grinned wickedly at her. It sent tremors rocketing through her body and she started yelling for help. 'Yell. Yell all you like; we're miles away from no-where in particular. Master likes to hear your yelling too, makes him hot for what he's got planned tonight.' He started to rub the cream into her mound, all around her pubic lips and for good measure thrust some inside her. He bent his face towards her pussy and sniffed appreciatively. 'You'll do.' It was said matter of factly. He looked at his watch. 'An hour left before you need to be ready and dressed. I'll leave you with a little something, I think...' The butler went back to his cabinet and rummaged around. He came back brandishing the largest dildo Anari had ever seen. Ones of those with the added attachment for a clit. He thrust it into her, hard. She yelped. He smiled. He gradually began twisting it, until it wound itself up as far into her pussy as it was going to go. Her yelping had absolutely no effect on him. He seemed to enjoy it, in fact. 'I think I'll put you on vibrate too,' the butler said as he left the room. The next thing Anari knew, her pussy and clit were vibrating off the bed. The bastard had put it on to the highest setting. How on earth could she wait an hour, left like this? More importantly, just what the hell had she let herself in for... Anari lay exhausted, unable even to struggle any longer. Her wrists and ankles were numbed from the stricture of the ropes and she had lost count of the number of times she'd been forced to orgasm. And still that damned vibe drilled into her..... It was through a haze that she vaguely heard the bedroom door open and her glazed eyes made out the figure of the secretary, Miss Simpson, moving towards her. The woman stood for a few seconds looking down at her, then bent to switch off the buzzing vibrator between Anari's wide-spread legs. Was it Anari's imagination, or did her fingers seem to linger rather too long on Anari's swollen lips, stroking the unfamiliar smoothness? Then the woman was untying the ropes holding Anari down to the bed. 'You can get up now,' she said, matter-of-factly wiping the wet vibrator on a towel. 'Get back into your uniform and then come with me.' She moved to the door and stood waiting. Anari struggled into a sitting position, her legs feeling shaky. She rubbed the rope marks on her sore wrists. 'Can I please clean myself first?' she asked in a low voice, looking down at her cum-stained thighs. Miss Simpson allowed the ghost of a smile to flit across her red lips. She nodded. 'But be quick.' Anari stumbled to the bathroom and began to wash herself. Once again she had that strange feeling that eyes were watching her. She stole a quick glance over her shoulder at the open door but nobody was there. She towelled herself dry and went back to the bedroom. Feeling even more exposed now, she slipped into the uniform, knowing that her pussy was completely visible. She pushed her feet into the impossibly high heels and looked up at Miss Simpson. The secretary had watched her intently all the while she was dressing and now Anari caught the merest hint of something disturbing in the woman's eyes as they briefly rested on the girl's shapely body, breasts, nipples and pussy lewdly on view through the transparent silk. Then the woman turned on her heel and set off down the corridor. Anari tottered after her, wondering with a sinking heart what would happen now. Already she regretted what she had done but felt helpless to protest. She remembered what had happened when she had tried to resist being shaved. Bemused, she followed the woman down two flights of stairs, into what was obviously a basement. Miss Simpson threw open a door and gestured to Anari to go in. As she did so, Anari gasped. The room was large and dimly-lit, except for a pool of light in the centre. Strange shapes lurked around the walls, and as Anari gazed at them, separating them from the gloom, it became obvious that they were instruments of punishment -- a rack, a wooden cross, a pillory. The place was a torture chamber! Anari gasped again and came to a halt, not wanting to be here at all. But Miss Simpson grasped her firmly by the arm and led her to the circle of light. 'Put your hands behind your back,' said the woman. The same tone of voice used by the butler and the Master. Decisive, commanding, unyielding. Not to be disobeyed. Trembling, Anari did as she was told. She felt rope around her wrists and winced. Not again! But the rope was wound round, cinched between her hands and efficiently knotted. The woman moved round, knelt, and began to tie Anari's ankles, allowing her hands to slide down the curves of her legs with disturbing sensuousness. 'Kneel down.' Again, Anari obeyed without demur. 'Open your mouth.' Anari saw that the woman held a large ball-gag. It was too much. 'Please...no, no,' she pleaded. 'I won't make a noise. Honestly, Please don't.' The woman's face remained steely. 'The Master has ordered that you be gagged. So open your mouth. Otherwise I might have to call the butler....' Anari knew it was useless. Reluctantly she opened her mouth. Carefully the secretary fitted the ball into her mouth, pushing it behind her teeth so that it filled her oral cavity, then buckling it tightly at the back of her neck. Satisfied, she stepped back. 'You will remain like this until the Master arrives,' she said. 'He will then instruct you what to do.' And she stepped briskly out of the room, closing the door behind her. Anari heard the key turn in the lock. With panic rising in her she knelt, bound and gagged, on display. Time passed..... Then a door at the far end of the room opened and the Master entered. The first thing Anari saw was the riding-crop in his hand... To be continued... Anari's Predicament Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Anari's Training The Master's eyes came upon Anari's in her lowly position. Again the merest hint of a smile played on his lips. He walked all around her, examining her. He tapped a beat on his hand with the riding crop, which sent tremors of fear into Anari. 'Obedience training begins then...' and he let his words linger for Anari's benefit. 'Let's see how obedient you are, child, in such a predicament as you are...' He smiled at her. He went to a corner of the room and pulled out little silver oval nipple clamps. He came back to display them in front of Anari's face. 'Do you know what these are?' he asked. Anari shook her head, unable to answer with the awful gag filling her mouth. 'You soon will,' he informed her. He moved around to the front of her, roughly tore the front of her dress down and attached one clamp, looking into to her blue eyes as he did so, enjoying her wince of pain. The other clamp followed suit. Anari's eyes closed, adjusting to the acute pain she felt there, biting into her teats, making them sore and peaking them instantly. He then moved to attach a fine, silver chain between them. He pulled down on it sharply and without warning and Anari let a muffled yelp out through her gag. Tears sprang into her eyes. 'These are ways to make you obey, Anari,' the Master said. 'There will be many, many different ways that I will teach you. This is your first.' He moved to his pocket and took out a little device with straps running around it and displayed it for Anari's eyes to see. 'This you will like, I think...' He smiled again. He pulled up Anari's uniform skirt, which didn't take much and found her bare shaven pussy displayed for him. He licked his lips. 'Lovely, Miss Simpson was indeed right.' He ran his fingers up and down her smooth-as-silk mound, then felt her lips at the base and fondled her clit. 'I wonder if you like this,' he said and then without warning shoved his middle finger into her heat. She was so wet that it slid in easily. Anari moaned against the invasion. 'You like that, don't you?' he asked her. But Anari shook her head. No. He looked at her amused. 'I can see I'll have my work cut out with you...' and with that he smiled. 'Lay on the floor for me Anari. Yes, the cold, hard floor,' he said nodding to her. 'I want to see your ass displayed for me.' There was the slightest pause as she did so and a whooshing sound was heard through the air. CRACK. She screamed against her gag. Oh Wow. The riding crop had been used on the tender flesh of her ass and struck fire. He has not used it gently. It would leave an angry red welt on the otherwise perfect, milky skin. 'Need I give you another?' His voice penetrated her fear. Anari laid herself down quickly, scared and trembling, heat spreading through her ass from the crop, not wanting to taste the bite of it again. 'Have you ever been sodomised, Anari?' the Master asked, bending over and whispering in her ear, enjoying the effect he had on her. She shook her head in horror, instinctively clenching her ass cheeks at the thought. 'Excellent,' he said. 'Then I must begin and get you ready and accustomed to the idea. For you will be taken in your ass a great many times before we have finished our month together. I think you may even come to enjoy it, my dear...' With that he disappeared again to the back of the room, to leave Anari waiting and shivering.... Shivering with fear and with the lingering shock of the harsh whip stroke across her ass, Anari lay face down on the floor. Her naked breasts were pressed against the wooden boards, her painfully-clamped nipples rubbed every time she made a slight movement. She was acutely aware of her naked virginal ass and her pussy exposed to the Master. And the gag in her mouth was making her dribble..... 'Stand up, Anari.' The Master was back -- she was conscious of him standing over her. Hurriedly, not wanting to be whipped again, she stumbled to her feet, teetering on the high heels. The Master dragged a heavy wooden chair into the centre of the room. 'Over here, girl!' He took her arm and roughly pulled her towards the chair, her breasts bouncing, making the clamps grip with renewed intensity. The Master stood her against the chair back. 'Bend over! Hands on the seat.' Trembling, she obeyed. Efficiently and impassively the Master bound her wrists, tying the rope off to the front rung of the chair. Her legs were spread and her ankles bound to each of the back chair legs. Rope held her slender waist to the chair back. Her backside was carefully situated over the edge of the chair back. Anari felt her world spiralling out of control, into something she neither understood nor wanted. She felt herself dominated by this man who handled her so effortlessly and did as he wanted with her. And when he blindfolded her she felt completely helpless. The Master stood back and admired his work. Truly, Anari looked superbly erotic. Her long hair cascaded across her face, her red lips clenched tight round the invasive ball-gag. Her beautifully-proportioned breasts, the nipples enhanced by the clamps, hung invitingly. Her rounded ass, the cheeks smooth and tight, stood prominently exposed, and between her thighs the swollen lips of her pussy appeared. Her legs were long and shapely. The Master licked his lips.... Under the darkness of her blindfold, Anari waited. She was unable to see, speak or move. She feared another whipping -- why else would she have been positioned like this? She clenched her fists and bit down on the ball-gag in anticipation. But the whipping didn't happen. Suddenly she was aware of the door opening and the sound of footsteps -- more than one person, she thought. A low murmur of voices. Then hands clamped round her hips from behind. She jerked in fright, mewed into her gag and tried to shrink away. The ropes held her tight. And then, to her horror, she felt something hard and unyielding forcing between her ass-cheeks, inexorably entering her tight and sensitive hole......She screamed soundlessly. The Master found Anari's ass to be virginal, as he'd thought, and his plug was not going to go in easily. He walked to the back of the room and came back with some lubricant. He covered his finger in the wet jelly and began smearing it around Anari's sphincter, opening her up for him, relaxing her muscles. He could see the shaking of her head and it amused him. Did she really think he was going to pay any attention to the wants of a servant girl, serving him in his house? The lubricant was slowly working its way inside her ass and he pushed a finger inside her, testing. Oh God she was so tight. He began to push his finger slowly in and out of her, smearing the lubricant around liberally. Anari moaned against his invasion involuntarily. She tried to clench her muscles to prevent him entering, but he was determined and there was nothing she could do except squirm uselessly on her chair, waiting for what was to happen next. Being blindfolded made it ten times worse, as she could not see what was happening. All she could do was feel. Right now, she felt panicked. The Master started to apply lubricant to the small plug in his hand, covering it all over. He then returned the plug back to the base of her ass and applied pressure. Anari's moans increased in volume. The plug began to worm itself inside her, stretching her anal walls inexorably. The pain was excruciating. Anari was trying to expel the invader, but the Master's insistent pressure made this impossible. If she hadn't been gagged, she would have been swearing very loudly. Her eyes were watering in pain, a pain like she had never felt before. 'Relax against me,' the Master said. To help his plug enter more easily, he began to feel for her wetness, inserting two fingers there. Then proceeding to push them in deep, fucking her with them, in long strokes. This distracted Anari and she relaxed somewhat against him, allowing the plug to finally rest within her, stretching her ass tightly and painfully, her muscles clamping around it. It was such a tight fit it was impossible to dislodge. His fingers stopped their attentions and she whimpered at him, craving more. 'Liked that, didn't we?' he said to her and moved around in front of her, making her blindfold go dark. 'I am going to leave you for an hour to adjust to that fit, before I fit you with a bigger one.' Anari's answer was an immediate groan in protest. 'Believe me, you'll thank me later,' said the Master, laughing at her back as his footsteps crossed the room. Anari heard the sound of a light switch being turned off and the slam of a door. She shivered in despair at being left in such a cold, dark room, feeling more keenly than ever her predicament. Anari's Predicament Ch. 04 The hour seemed to go on forever and Anari felt ridiculously relieved when she heard footsteps re-enter the room and a light being switched on. She had felt terrorised, left there on her own like that, naked, exposed, cold and in the dark. His fingers were quickly on her, pushing the plug in and out of her slowly, letting her muscles contract around it. His other hand moved again to her pussy, delighted at finding her wet and wanting. He thrust his fingers inside her, three of them, to begin fucking her with them. Two holes at the same time. Anari's head was swimming with lust and she didn't want to enjoy herself in front of this cold man. She wanted anything other than to feel desire for him. But she could not control her lust and her soft moaning was heard from beneath the gag. The Master enjoyed hearing Anari's moans. He'd known she'd be a natural. So wet, so quickly. Lovely, he thought. With that, one sharp tug pulled the butt plug from within her. Anari screamed as loud as she could, with her mouth filled tight. That hurt. Oh wow. Evil man. Her eyes watered again. His hands continued to fuck her pussy, though, and this quietened her quickly. She was close to release now. Soon, oh so soon. But then, she felt another plug touch its head to her sphincter, this one much bigger than before. The shaking of her head returned. She squirmed in her chair, to no avail. The fingers in her pussy served to relax her slightly though and the plug quickly found its way into the depths of her. A tear escaped, slowly trickling down one cheek, a sign of the pain she was dealing with. She would never have believed it could be so awful. This pain of having her ass stretched, filled to bursting and nothing she could do to stop it. She could barely even moan. Anari had no time to linger on these thoughts, though, as the Master's fingers were bringing her to orgasm, quickly taking her to the peak of release. Right on the edge of orgasm, he stopped abruptly. There was no way he was going to let her cum today. He wanted her frustrated and begging release. Wanted to see just how much frustration she could take. 'I am going to leave you again to adjust to your new plug, Anari. I will return for you in an hour to see how you like it.... Then, my dear, we have other things planned... ' The echoing sounds of footsteps left the room once more, sending Anari back into a dark room of cold terror. Anari's body ached with the strain of trying to keep still. If she attempted to find some relief against the pull of her ropes, she felt acute pain as the plug inside her stretched ass moved, feeling as if it was tearing her apart. By now her nipples were numb, still clenched in the bite of those hateful clamps. A tear trickled from her eye, to be soaked up by the cloth blindfold. However had she got into this situation, she asked herself -- held prisoner and tortured by a house of mad people? And then she remembered once more that she had voluntarily signed herself over to them. How on earth would she manage to last the month out? A despairing moan escaped from her gagged mouth. She wasn't sure how long she was left there. Then the sound of a door opening and the click of high heels crossing the floor. The blindfold was removed and, as she blinked in the light, she saw Miss Simpson. The secretary began to untie the ropes holding her to the chair. As the last coil fell away from her aching wrists, Anari made to stand upright, grateful to be no longer bent over in that humiliating position. Miss Simpson stopped her with a hand on her back. 'Stay there. I need to take this out.' Anari felt the woman's fingers, cool and slender, move to her ass and she braced herself. As the invasive plug was slowly slid out of her, Anari gasped and clenched her fists. Even when it was removed, she still felt her hole was gaping. 'Now you can stand up. Face me.' Stiffly, and with the ball-gag still in her mouth, Anari obeyed. The woman looked at her coolly. Anari was conscious of her dishevelled state, hair awry, breasts exposed. Miss Simpson reached out and began to unclip the nipple clamps, her hands lingering over the rounded, pert breasts. Momentarily Anari breathed a sigh of relief, glad to be rid of the horrible things -- then suddenly let out a muffled scream of anguish as the blood started to pump back into her tortured nipples. 'Pull your dress back up and follow me,' ordered Miss Simpson. 'The Master wants you.' Too cowed to make any resistance, sniffling in pain from her bruised nipples, Anari followed the retreating secretary' up the stairs to the library. The Master was already there, seated as he had been when Anari first arrived. A plain wooden chair stood in the middle of the room, with coils of rope lying on the seat. 'Deal with her, please, Miss Simpson,' said the Master, picking up a newspaper in seeming indifference. The woman nodded, picked up the ropes and took Anari by the arm. 'Turn round,' she said. 'Put your hands behind your back, palms together.' Inwardly Anari groaned. Not more bondage. But she obeyed without demur. Efficiently the secretary bound her wrists and arms, pulling the rope snugly around her body, emphasising the thrust of her full breasts. Miss Simpson indicated the chair. 'Sit down.' Once seated, Anari was roped to the chair frame so that she couldn't move. Her legs were lifted so that they rested on the chair seat, her ankles crossed. These were securely bound and held in place by a length of rope linked to her waist. Anari was aware that this position opened her thighs wide, exposing her pussy. Now Miss Simpson opened a drawer and brought out a large vibrator. Carefully she placed it between Anari's spread thighs, the head against her clit. Thin cord tied it in place. She switched it on. Anari's body bucked as she felt the insistent pressure on her most intimate parts. Her eyes closed and she wriggled in her seat. As the buzzing increased, she felt that irresistible urge rising in her, the flood that would soon carry her over the edge....Moaning now, she tried to press her pussy closer to the vibrator, wanting release, letting her body surrender to the erotic surge between her thighs.....She was almost there, about to take the dizzying plunge into climax. And then the vibrator was switched off. Gasping with frustration, Anari opened her eyes. Now the Master was looking at her intently, gauging her reaction. She looked at him in bewilderment. 'I told you, you would not be allowed your pleasure until I was ready,' he said coldly. 'And I'm not yet ready. You will learn self-control.' He picked up his newspaper again. 'Switch the vibrator on again, Miss Simpson,' he said...... Anari lost count of how many times the vibrator was switched on and off, on and off. She was sobbing openly in frustration, tears running messy streaks down her face, rivulets of water, leaking out of her, again and again. The blindfold was wet and soaked with them. These cold, cruel people looking on at her, studying her, gauging her reaction. Her face was suffused with heat and the rest of her body for that matter. She was trembling uncontrollably. So many times had she been near release and so many times had she been denied it. Anari felt herself so weak from the exertion she wouldn't have been able to move a muscle. 'Stop and remove the vibrator, Miss Simpson.' Anari heard the Master's voice and sobbed with relief, her head lolling on her chest. She felt herself being untied, the gag and blindfold being removed. 'Get the Butler to see to her Miss Simpson and tell him he can sample her delights when he's finished,' the Master ordered in that cold, unemotional voice of his. Anari watched him and Miss Simpson leave the room, without looking at her. The Master's words echoed in her head unbelievingly. Did he mean what she thought he meant? But her thoughts were so muddled and confused with all that had happened to her, she couldn't think at all clearly. Anari was left to wait about 10 minutes. She was still propped up upon the chair, unable to move a muscle, her body still shaking. When the door opened she didn't have enough energy left to look up and see who it was. Her guess, however, was correct. The Butler came to stand in front of her. With little ado, he hoisted her up and over his shoulder, as if she weighed little more than a child. He took her back quickly to her quarters, without saying a word to her. When he entered her room, he dumped her bodily on the bed, quickly undressing her, like a helpless child, leaving her naked. He then went to look for something in a drawer, beside the bed. Anari still couldn't move and could only watch him, already knowing she was not going to like this. She was correct. The man had found two sets of handcuffs and two sets of ankle cuffs, in cold grey steel. He moved to fasten them around her wrists first and to chains above the headboard of the bed, stretching her arms wide. Anari felt completely helpless to resist and she closed her eyes, wanting the nightmare to end. She shivered anew when the ratchets of the handcuffs were secured tightly into position around her wrists. Her ankles swiftly followed suit, being spread eagled, painfully wide to each side of the bottom of the bed. The Butler looked on at his work with evident admiration. The effects of this sight on him were apparent to Anari, his erection straining through his trousers. She did not like the lascivious look he was giving her. Leering at her, his eyes taking her all in greedily. The Butler wasted no time at all in removing his clothes, stripping in front of Anari, enjoying her wild expression, letting his enormous cock, twitching with lust, spring free in front of her. She knew now what he meant to do. He quickly covered her, crushing her with his weight and his cock found easy entry into the slick heat of her, still so wet from so many near orgasms. With one hard thrust he buried himself up to the hilt, enjoying Anari's yelp of pain and her sharp intake of breath. He cruelly rammed into her body again and again, harshly and hard. He had wanted this little morsel of flesh so badly, from the first moment she had walked into the house. Now the upstart was getting the fucking she deserved. Again and again he thrust into her, so hard that it was impossible for Anari to enjoy it, even in the highly aroused state she found herself in. Her body was thoroughly fucked, his strokes long and shaking her, right to her core, pounding the very life out of her. She knew when her ordeal for the evening had ended, as with an animalistic groan he spurted his cum into her, his breathing quickening and his body stilling in his pleasure. The Butler then wasted no time getting off her and seeing to the rest of his duties. He never spoke a word to her. He began to bath Anari on the bed where she lay, his strokes rough, his enjoyment evident while sponging her breasts, her thighs, and her pussy, but always rough, so that she could derive no pleasure from it. His fingers tormented her clit, by brushing against it, but never giving it the attention she craved. Before he finally left the room, he reached inside the bedside drawer and his hands clamped around the biggest vibrator Anari had ever seen. Its girth was huge, its length a good ten inches. He proceeded to twist and ram it into her until he had buried it all within her. He held the remote control in front of her and watched her face as he switched in on, seeing her vibrate within. As his back turned and he left the room, he was left with the sound of a blood-curdling scream. The sound echoed around the walls for the longest time. Anari thrashed impotently on the bed as the vibrator bored into her, sending wave after frustrating wave washing over her. After her tortures of the day, she could take no more and she lay helpless, shuddering and shaking, powerless to control her own body. Already, she dimly realised, the Master had taken possession of her. The nightmare was ended by the appearance of Miss Simpson, who switched off the buzzing monster and efficiently slid it out of Anari's engorged pussy. Looking down at the naked and shackled girl she said, 'You better sleep. Tomorrow will be a very full day.' Her hand rested momentarily on Anari's right breast, the long fingers brushing against her nipple. Then she abruptly turned and went out of the room, putting off the light. Anari heard the key turn in the lock. Wretched, alone and frightened, she fought hard to keep the tears back... Anari's Predicament Ch. 05 The butler woke her next morning. He unlocked the heavy metal shackles and placed a breakfast tray on the side table. 'Eat this, use the bathroom, get dressed. I'll be back in twenty minutes.' Anari rubbed her wrists, feeling the indentations where the cuffs had bitten into her skin. Already she knew better than to refuse to do as she was ordered. Hastily she ate the food, showered and slipped on the hateful, revealing uniform. She was just putting on the shoes when the butler returned. He was carrying what looked like a dog collar and lead. 'Stand still,' he said brusquely. Obediently she allowed him to buckle the collar round her neck, the leash dangling between her breasts. The butler snatched up the end and gave a tug. Like a dumb animal, Anari was led out of the room and down the two flights of stairs to the basement room. The Master was already there, seated in his chair. The butler dragged Anari to stand in front of him. He looked at her steadily and coldly until she was forced to drop her gaze under the scrutiny of those steely eyes. 'Kneel down, girl.' The tone of voice brooked no argument. Anari dropped to her knees, arms by her sides, eyes still looking down at the floor. Casually the Master reached out, hooked his fingers into the cleavage of her dress and pulled downwards. The gauzy material slipped from her shoulders and her breasts sprang into full view, aureoles dark, and nipples firm. The Master smiled when he heard Anari's stifled gasp. His fingers travelled slowly over her naked breasts, savouring the rounded contours, the sensuous slopes, the pertness of her nipples. Anari felt like a piece of merchandise, handled impersonally before purchase. Then the Master bent forward and lifted her skirt. 'Open your legs.' She obeyed, knowing that this would expose her smooth and shaved pussy through the transparent panties. The Master pushed the flimsy triangle of her knickers aside and inserted his finger deep into her pussy. His thumb pressed insistently against her clit. Anari swallowed hard. Always very responsive, she knew that she could easily be made to cum and she knew instinctively that she should try to prevent that happening unless she had permission. She gritted her teeth and allowed the Master to complete his leisurely and intimate exploration of her. Abruptly he leaned back into his chair. An imperious gesture summoned the butler, who had been hovering discreetly in the shadows, watching salaciously. 'Tie her to the post,' ordered the Master. The butler nodded and grabbed the end of the leash, jerking Anari roughly to her feet. He walked her over to a stout wooden pillar and positioned her so that she stood with her back to it. He took her wrists and pulled her arms back, binding her wrists securely behind the post. He tied her ankles together, securing them to the pillar. 'Gag her,' said the Master. A long piece of cloth, knotted in the centre, was forced into Anari's mouth and tied tightly at the back of her neck. Another wave of the Master's hand and the butler was gone, bowing obsequiously. Her heart pounding, Anari waited, helplessly bound and gagged, her dress around her waist, breasts naked and on display...... She felt the cold pillar behind her and felt helplessness descend upon once more. What could he want with her now? The Master smiled coldly and stood before Anari with a bamboo cane in his hand, flexing it there, testing it with small blows upon his hand. Making a gentle sounding 'crack' each time he did it. Anari quailed. 'You don't want me to hurt you, do you Anari?' The words were very close to her ear and very quiet. He almost whispered them. Anari shook her head. Big shakes. No. She definitely didn't. A smile formed around his lips. 'Good. Then be an obedient girl and I won't. But to be sure you will obey me, I'm going to show you what you have to look forward to if you don't....' He flexed the cane again in front of her, menacingly. Anari's head bumped back against the wooden pole, trying to escape from her helpless situation. Without warning the cane flew through the air and Anari just stared, hearing the whooshing sound the cane made as it flew. It cracked across her right breast, sending white hot pain through her body and she screamed through her gag, writhing in her bonds in earnest. The Master smiled at her struggles. 'Expend your energy now, Anari, and you will have no more to fight me with this evening... when you may need it most.' He chuckled to himself. The cane whistled down again, this time putting a matching stripe on Anari's left breast and she screamed again in agonising pain. 'Will you obey me this evening, little one?' The Master's voice rang out loud and clear in front of Anari. She nodded in earnest. 'Yes, I think maybe you will, but one more for luck I think,' and with that the cane whistled through the air again and struck Anari's clit. She howled, tears welling up and leaking out of the corner of her eyes. Her clit, thankfully, was not engorged, but even so the pain was indescribable. 'If you agree to obey me, I will untie you and I will sample your talents, slut. But beware -- disobey and you will be back on that pillar again receiving more of the same. It will be much worse the second time, I promise you.' His eyes were dark and Anari knew he meant every word of his threat. She nodded her head. She would obey. The fear in her eyes was apparent. The Master quickly signalled the Butler over to untie Anari and he made short work of releasing her, leaving her standing before the Master. 'You will come to me and kneel before me, girl, if you don't want to be tied up again.' His voice echoed around the room. Anari jumped and quickly did as he asked. Her breasts and clit were still on fire from the cane. Red, swollen stripes across her body. 'Now you will let me sample your talents, Anari. I want you to suck me. If you make me cum, your ordeal tonight will be less... stressful, shall we say.' The sentence was finished with a hard smile. Anari knelt quickly before the Master, in front of him, realising just what he meant her to do. She just hoped she would be able to make him cum because she didn't want to dwell on the ordeal ahead of her tonight. Her eyes searched out the Master's, blue eyes staring into dark, fathomless ones. She licked her lips and let saliva pool in the base of them, ready to make the Master wet and slippery for her. Releasing his cock free of its constraints and watching it spring forward, Anari licked up and down its length, making patterns with her tongue, her swirling, teasing tongue, licking up and down, coating him in her saliva, making him ready for her. She pulled back and brought her lips to hover over his cock, so he could feel her hot breath there. She stared up at him, her lips inches away from the tip of his cock. Anari licked her lips once more and opened them wide to accommodate the girth of his cock and slowly began feeding it inside her, her mouth light at first, stroking gently up and down. Feeling his cock stretching her mouth wide, she kept her strokes light and guided it to the back of her throat, her right hand now gripping its fingers around the base of his shaft. Anari heard him grunt in response. The Master's cock was now filling her completely, and she had to breathe deeply to stop herself from gagging. She tightened her mouth around his hardness and started to suck a little harder, long strokes going from the base of his cock right up to the tip -- almost but not quite releasing him on the upstroke. Anari sucked a little harder, her fingers gripping his member more firmly, beginning to pump him there slightly, the speed of her strokes increasing little by little, her mouth making little sucking noises, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Feeling him now rock hard in her mouth, she looked up at him, her eyes smiling. For she thought this might be easier than expected. Her hand was now squeezing him tightly, pumping his cock, her mouth sucking for all she was worth. Long hard strokes now, her face bobbing up and down wildly, feeling the Master hit the back of her throat again and again, harder and harder. Faster and then faster. The hand around his cock so tight, her mouth so tight and Anari now waiting for Master to explode into her... Anari's Predicament Ch. 06 The Master's willpower was awesome. Just as Anari felt convinced that she had succeeded in her allotted task, she felt him stiffen, holding back the orgasm that she was desperately trying to produce. Her mouth was tiring, her breathing becoming ragged as the huge cock was forced deep into her throat, making her splutter. She began to lose co-ordination. Perspiration beaded on her forehead, trickling down into her eyes. Remembering the threat of being bound to the pillar again she renewed her efforts, her tongue flicking and circling, her mouth taking the Master's organ in great sucking gulps. And then, just as she felt she could do no more, she heard him give a long intake of breath, his cock pushed hard against the back of her mouth and with a deep sigh he climaxed, his hot thick cum filling her mouth. Instinctively knowing that she had to swallow it, she kept her mouth closed around his hard shaft, sucking the cum down greedily. The Master's hand gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head into his groin as he allowed the last drops to be taken from him. Then abruptly he pulled out of her, turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Anari was left, naked and kneeling, a thin trickle of cum escaping from the corner of her mouth, her hair falling over her face. And then the door at the opposite end of the room opened and Miss Simpson entered. 'On your feet, girl,' she ordered. 'Into the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. Then you'll spend the rest of the day locked in your room. You'd better get some rest because the Master will want you again later this evening....' Evening. Anari stood in the same room, her back to the wall. Her only clothing was a sheer black thigh-length robe, tied round the waist. The outlines of her firm breasts and dark nipples were clearly visible. Her arms were raised high above her head, her wrists bound together and tied to a shackle in the wall. Her legs were spread and her ankles also shackled to the wall. Her sensuous red lips were closed around a black ball-gag that filled her mouth, and a dark cloth blindfolded her once more. Her slender body, stretched taut by her bondage, looked superb in the dim lighting. Unable to see what was happening, Anari tried to make sense of the sounds that drifted to her. She heard the door open several times and the shuffle of feet, the low murmur of voices. She had the feeling that a number of people were in the room, but couldn't decide how many. And then she heard the sound of her Master's voice and was aware that he was standing near her. 'Welcome my guests, all of you. I've invited you here this evening to view my latest acquisition. I know from personal experience that Anari has a most sensuous mouth and I invite you now to sample other parts of her delectable body. Allow me to unveil her hidden delights.' He tugged at the girdle of the robe and allowed the flimsy garment to fall open, revealing her naked bosom and her shaved pussy. Anari gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt herself exposed so intimately. The Master's voice broke in again. 'Now who will be first?' Listening intently, trying to make sense of what was happening, Anari felt panic washing over her. What was going to be done to her? She twisted her wrists in the restraining ropes, but she had been tied too expertly to make any impression. She heard the sound of a chair being pushed back and footsteps moving towards her. And then she felt a warm breath on her neck, hands on her hips and the unmistakable feel of a large cock pushing insistently against her exposed pussy. She heard the breathing become heavier as the cock was thrust deep into her and the man began to pump her helpless body. His fingers tightened on her as he climaxed and she whimpered through her gag in fear and pain. Pulling once more at the ropes that bound her slender wrists. And then another person was standing in front of her, another cock forcing its way into her juicy pussy, another orgasm filling her. In a daze she hung by her wrists, her body repeatedly taken by unseen hands and cocks. Sometimes what were obviously females (she caught the scent of their perfume) licked at her nipples and lapped the juices from her sore pussy, the invasive tongues scouring her swollen clit until she came with a shudder. By the time it was over she was exhausted, her legs weak and unable to support her, her head slumped on her chest, juices trickling copiously down her stained thighs. And then her head was jerked upright as the Master grabbed her hair painfully. 'And now, my guests, let's move on to the second part of this evening's entertainment...' Anari gasped as the Master tugged painfully at her hair, but he swiftly let her go. Miss Simpson came to untie her and the Butler removed her bodily from the room, carrying her once more over his shoulder. She felt exhausted, tired and weak, too weak too struggle. They took her back to her room where the gag and blindfold were quickly and efficiently removed and she was deposited in the bath to be washed and soaked thoroughly by both of them, their fingers upon every inch of her, cleansing her, opening her up and invading her body. She made no complaint. It felt too good to lie still. The thought of escaping now seemed so far away to her, her mind making the thought almost impossible. Her eyes nearly drooped in sleep, before the stern voice of Miss Simpson awoke her from her reverie. 'There is no time for you to doze, child, you are not yet finished downstairs.' The cold smile was back, her fingers rubbing and drying and Anari's body quickly and roughly. Anari groaned, finding standing too much effort. 'Don't worry, for the finale you will be lying down.' With those words Anari was dragged downstairs, protesting, naked like a small child. Miss Simpson's cold fingers were guiding Anari to the kitchen where a few of the kitchen staff were gathered in readiness. Anari's eyes scanned the room, taking in copious amounts of food laid out everywhere. Bits of fruit laid out in bite-size pieces, melon, apple, dates, strawberries, bananas. Sweetmeats, honey, cream. A pot of gold paint, a delicate brush set down beside it. But what really took her attention was a big, shining steel platter set on a steel gurney in the middle of the kitchen. Empty. She closed her eyes and silently begged No. But she already knew there was no hope of her prayer being answered. She was swiftly hauled up on the big steel platter by the Butler and her arms and legs were secured by tight plastic loops at the head and foot of the gurney. Her hands were tied together, stretching her and her legs were tied wide apart, stretching her even more. She whimpered in protest at this harsh treatment of her, but an apple was shoved into her mouth, efficiently gagging her. 'If that apple falls from your mouth,' Miss Simpson threatened, 'there will be the cane for you on your tits and clit.' Anari knew she meant her threat and kept her teeth firmly embedded into the glossy, red apple. Then everything became a blur to her tormented mind. People started making themselves busy all around her, rushing here, there and everywhere. Food was being placed all over her body, her breasts decorated with sticky dates and then dusted with gold paint. Little pieces of cut up fruit were being pushed inside her pussy, she could feel herself being filled with the sticky fruit -- figs, melon, pineapple and more. She was stuffed like a Christmas turkey and her pussy lips decorated with more of the gold paint, with little strawberries placed upwards in them. Cream was drizzled over the fruit; she could feel its stickiness running down her thighs. Every inch of her body was decorated with fruit, paint, chocolate and cream. The Master's staff were everywhere, their hands smoothing themselves over her, flicking paintbrushes over her in grand designs, swirling chocolate around all of Anari's most sensitive, secret places. A thick sugared candy cane was inserted into her arse, so gently, carefully and tenderly. Anari moaned anew. Tiny chocolates were placed over her eyelids and finally honey was drizzled over the apple in her mouth. She could feel it seep its way down her cheeks. 'You will be the most wonderful dessert the Master's guests have ever seen,' Miss Simpson sighed in complete adoration. For Anari was a truly wondrous sight. She felt like a living, breathing, dessert trolley. Sticky, wet, filled and stretched to bursting. Her mouth aching around the apple, her pussy overflowing with soft, sticky fruit and her ass lewdly positioned upwards to display the brightly coloured sugar candy cane. She moaned in desire behind the apple. The hands upon her had served to set her body on fire once more, making her want the attention she was sure she would be getting shortly. What was the Master doing to her? Her traitorous body was already succumbing to his will once more. Anari's Predicament Ch. 07 Chapter 07: Anari's Just Desserts The gurney was now being wheeled out and Anari's eyes stared at the ceiling and the bright lights flying along above her. She was trying to fight the feeling that she was almost looking forward to her next ordeal... As she was wheeled into the main room, Anari heard the gasps of admiration and murmurs of delight at the sight of her bound, spread-eagled and succulent body. The guests clustered round eagerly and at the Master's invitation began to help themselves to this most unusual offering. Lying there helpless, her jaws clamped firmly round the apple, Anari felt hands moving over her, fingers probing, tongues licking suggestively and mouths exploring and sucking. A blonde woman, juice trickling from the corners of her mouth, giggled as she worked her tongue against Anari's hard nipples, savouring the syrup that coated her inviting flesh. A tall dark-haired man pushed his fingers deep into Anari's stuffed pussy, extracted several pieces of fruit and fed them to his companion, who trailed her red-nailed fingers sensuously over Anari's taut belly. She felt hands dipping themselves into her body, tongues licking at cream, mouths sucking in fruit. Someone had their mouth tightly pressed to her pussy, sucking in piece after piece of fruit - while another tongue lapped at her clit covered in honey. The sugar candy cane in her ass moved constantly with mouths sucking it in and out, while Anari squirmed helplessly. Her body aroused to a burning inferno. Wriggling and writhing against the gurney, feeling sticky wetness everywhere. The chocolates on her eyes were eaten gently and left sticky smears which were quickly lapped up. Her eyes blinked then, able to see once more. Allowing her to take a look at her tormentors. A face then appeared above her and took a bite out of the bright red apple she had in her mouth, making her jump. The man above her smiled salaciously, before his tongue disappeared down over her face and continued it's long journey down her sweet, juicy body. Anari tried to watch him, but her bonds were too tight and prevented it. She tore at them frustratedly. Helplessly Anari's body was made to cum again and again. Climax after climax. She was allowed no respite and her body arched up against her ropes only to fall back against the gurney once more, feeling herself squash fallen fruit beneath her. Making her breathless, her chest heaving up and down, mouth still around a now half eaten apple. After what seemed an age, the banquet was over. Anari lay in a pool of juice, stray pieces of fruit littering the plate and remaining in her cleavage and pussy. The Master signalled to the butler who wheeled the gurney back to the kitchen. Here Anari was released from her bonds, taken back to her room by Miss Simpson and ordered to bath. Gratefully, Anari soaked her aching body in the deep warm water then slipped into bed and allowed Miss Simpson to chain her by the wrist to the bed-head. Then, exhausted by her experiences of the day, she fell asleep immediately. So tired was she that she didn't hear Miss Simpson enter her room next morning and was only jerked into wakefulness when the secretary pulled back the curtains to let in a flood of bright morning sunlight. Miss Simpson moved back to the bed and pulled the covers back. Anari, who, as ordered, slept naked, instinctively dropped her free hand to her thighs, even though she had been seen nude many times by the tall secretary. Miss Simpson smiled and stretched out her fingers to touch Anari lightly on the breast. 'You really are a delightfully attractive girl, my dear,' she murmured, her fingers caressing the small hardness of Anari's nipple. 'We must become better acquainted some time soon.....' She bent towards Anari, licking her red lips. 'It's time to go, Miss Simpson.' It was the butler, who had entered silently and was now looking disapprovingly at the secretary. A frown flitted over Miss Simpson's face at the interruption and she waved a hand in impatient dismissal. But then her cool, efficient look returned and she withdrew her searching hand. 'We have to go out for several hours,' she said. 'Maybe we'll come back with a play-mate for you.' The ghost of a smile flicked across her face as she unlocked the shackle round Anari's wrist. 'Be ready for the Master at 11.00 sharp.' She turned on her heel and went out. Anari rubbed her wrist, stretched and got out of bed. She wandered over to the window and peered out. Down below, in the driveway, the Master's car was parked. As she looked, the Master strode out and got into the passenger seat. Almost immediately Miss Simpson and the butler came into view, the latter obviously acting as chauffeur. The secretary got into the back and the car drove off in a cloud of dust. Suddenly something clicked in Anari's head. Had she heard Miss Simpson lock the door after her? She didn't think so. Her heart racing, she moved quickly across the room and cautiously turned the door handle. The door opened. Anari peered out onto the landing and stood listening. Not a sound. The large house was silent. She tiptoed out and looked over the banisters. The hall was deserted. And the Master, Miss Simpson and the butler were away......Almost without thinking she rushed back into the room. She knew where her own clothes were and she dressed quickly, thankful beyond belief not to have to wear the revealing maid's costume. She slipped on her high heels (not very practical if she had to run, she thought) and went cautiously back onto the landing. At the back of her mind was the knowledge that if she were caught she would be punished harshly, but the thought of having to spend another three weeks of bondage, humiliation and pain drove her on -- this could be her only chance of freedom. Her heart in her mouth, expecting at any minute to see a door open and someone appear, she moved warily down the stairs. Across the hallway, a dozen steps distant, was the front door and freedom.... Anari's heart raced with the temptation of freedom. It was too good a chance to pass up. She heard one of the wooden stairs creak loudly on her slow, careful descent and she stopped worriedly, waiting to see if anyone would appear. A painful minute went by before she regained the courage to go on. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs she breathed a sigh of relief... now to find out whether the door was locked. Anari glanced around furtively but saw no-one. She tried the handle, praying it would open. To her immense surprise... it did. She nearly smiled. Freedom. She could almost taste it. The door opened beneath her fingers and she took a cautious step outside. The air was fresh and crisp and she breathed it in greedily. Who would have thought that in the space of so few days she would be so grateful to be outside? As Anari stepped outside, she looked around cautiously, making sure she would be able to walk the length of the drive and get out of the grounds unaccosted. She was under no illusions that if she was found escaping, it would be the worse for her. It had been pretty awful so far and she didn't think she could take much more of what the Master had in store for her. Her heels clicked down the long driveway, surrounded on both sides by tall, elegant pine trees and her footsteps increased their pace. The clicking echoed in her ears and sounded terrifyingly loud. I just need to get out of here, Anari thought. The quicker, the better. The driveway bent round and finally she spotted the gates in the distance. Damn! The electric gates. How on earth was she going to get through them? But as quickly as it had entered her head, the thought disappeared. An alarm suddenly sounded from the house, a loud piercing sound that you couldn't mistake. Oh God, she thought, they know I'm missing. She knew there was no chance of her scaling the gate. It was too tall and had no footholds. The high fence surrounding the estate might do. Anari would have to climb a tree close to it and swing over to the other side. The fall would hurt, no question, but she considered the risk worth it. She found a suitable tree speedily enough and began climbing, her attempts awkward, but she managed to get herself high enough to make the drop. Dogs were barking in the distance. She had little time to complete this manoeuvre, but paused never the less. It was high and she could really hurt herself. Was she really going to take the risk? But if she stayed she would be hurt in other far more depraved ways, wouldn't she? The risk was worth it -- she jumped. On landing she winded herself, falling awkwardly on her back, causing a fierce pain to shoot through her. She tried to drag in air, but her body wouldn't let her. Eventually she made a ragged, gasping noise and air flooded back into her lungs again. But Anari had wasted painful minutes being immobile, there on the ground. She could hear the sound of the electric gates being opened and agitated voices getting louder and closer. Nothing for it now but to kick off her heels and run for it. Anari stood up and started to run, adrenaline taking over. Perhaps she would have stood a chance, except for the speed of the dogs. A pack of well- trained hunting dogs had her surrounded in no time, snarling and snapping at her if she so much as moved. Which she daren't. 'Well, well, what have we here?' One of the grounds men leered an evil grin at Anari's quaking form. Muddied, with clothes torn, hair in wild disarray and bare feet, she looked quite a state. 'Just wait till the Master hears about this, luv -- wouldn't wanna be in your shoes for the entire world,' and he chuckled heartily to himself. He called off the dogs, who went obediently back to his side. With deft, precise movements he quickly secured Anari's wrists behind her back and propelled her forward, taking her back through the gates towards the house. She felt tears prick her eyelids. What had she done? Oh God, what had she done? She'd be lucky to get out of this one alive. She shuddered, fear beginning to overtake her. She would just have to wait until the Master's return to learn of her fate... One thing was sure... it was unlikely to be a nice one... Anari's Predicament Ch. 08 Anari was returned to her room, hustled there roughly by the grounds man, who informed her that until the Master returned the dogs would still be loose in the grounds. She heard the key turn in the lock as he closed the door behind him. Lying face down on her bed, her hands still tied tightly behind her, Anari felt tears of frustration prick her eyes. She had been so close to freedom and now she knew that retribution would be swift and very unpleasant -- the Master would show her no mercy. A shiver of fear shook her body and she buried her face in the pillow in an attempt to block it all out.... She must have fallen into a light sleep because she was suddenly awoken by the sound of car tyres on the gravel below. She struggled up and made her way to the window, where she was just in time to see the door of the Master's car open and the Master himself step out, followed by the butler. The two stood for a few seconds on the drive and then the rear door opened and Miss Simpson appeared, holding by the arm a slim, blonde-haired girl. Anari's heart thumped as she saw that the girl's hands were bound behind her back and that she was gagged and blindfolded. Another victim for the Master.....how many more girls did he have locked away in the recesses of this rambling house? Anari watched as the girl was led inside out of her view... Minutes later the door of her room was thrown open and the butler appeared. He said nothing but grabbed Anari by the arms and pushed her to the door, her bare feet sliding on the polished wood floor. Despairingly, Anari kicked out at him but he merely smirked, evaded her lunges and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her down to the Punishment Room..... 'On the vault slut,' the Butlers voice was hard and unforgiving as he cast out his order and Anari obeyed quickly. She already realised just how much trouble she was in and was anxious not to make it worse. Her body was tied into position quickly on the wooden vault and he left her there. Grinning at her wickedly as he slowly and methodically ripped her clothes off, leaving her naked. Anari shivered. Her arms hurt and the tension of waiting for the Master to appear was becoming unbearable. After having been stripped naked and bent forward over what looked like a small vaulting-horse, her feet had been spread wide and her ankles tied to the front legs of the horse with hemp rope. This cut into her skin, rubbing at her tender flesh painfully. Her hands, still tied behind her, were hauled up high, attached by rope to a hook in the ceiling, producing painful pressure on her shoulders. That alone prevented her from trying to stand upright, but she was also tethered to the floor by a cord which was tied to the centre of a pair of clamps, screwed tight onto her tender nipples. Anari remembered shrieking when they had been put on. Then one had been placed on her clit. That had made her scream. Tears of pain sprang to her eyes. The Butler evidently enjoyed every second of his work. She was gagged with her own knickers, the ones that had been ripped from her body and shoved harshly into her mouth. A suffocating thick cloth had then been tied over her nose and mouth, making breathing very difficult. And she was unable to see what was happening because she was blindfolded. Panic ricocheted through her body. She shivered again, partly from cold, partly from fear. She twisted her wrists experimentally, but she knew escape was impossible -- she had been tied too expertly for that. And then she heard the door open and the Master's unmistakeable footsteps crossing the floor towards her. Her heart thudded. The footsteps stopped. She felt her hair gripped tightly and her head jerked upwards, putting more pressure on her tortured shoulders. ‘So you thought you'd run away from me, did you, my girl?’ The words were spoken in a low, but terribly threatening voice. ‘Well, I'm going to have to teach you what happens to people who disobey me.’ He jerked her head again, twisting her hair in his fingers until she yelped into her gag. Then abruptly he released her and she heard his footsteps moving rapidly to the other side of the room. Her body already trembled uncontrollably. When he returned, still moving purposefully, she knew what would happen. The first blow of the whip cut across her naked buttocks like the sting of a venomous snake. Involuntarily she jerked upwards, sending a shuddering pain through her nipples as the clamps were pulled taut. Her nipples swelled as the torture continued, the clamps sqeezing them unbearably. Tighter and tighter. As she became more and more aroused the pink buds distended cruelly. Hardly had a muffled shriek escaped her mouth than the next lash caught her, searing across her naked skin. Leaving Anari to feel the heat cascade through her body, before the aftermath of fire and pain hit her. Feeling the welts from his hard flogging rise up on her body. Knowing they would be bright red against her pale flesh. The Master whipped her coldly and methodically, from the backs of her thighs to her shoulders, until red marks criss-crossed her body and she was whimpering with pain and shock. Her breasts were harshly whipped and felt like they would explode with agony. The Master expertly flicked the whip at her clamps, making them swing and fall painfully after each stroke. Leaving her breathless in sheer agony. Her pussy violently smacked with the whip handle, again and again. Making her scream and yell. Crying out against her gag, pleading with her eyes for mercy behind the hateful blindfold. If only she could talk, she would be openly begging, Anari thought. Even though she knew no mercy would be forthcoming. Feeling his cold eyes bore into hers, even if she could not see them. Then the whip handle was used to smack the clamp on her clit. Her long and awful screams echoed around the room for the longest time. It seemed every nerve ending was on fire, burning and every part of her body hurt with a horrid fierceness. Unceasing pain everywhere, which refused to relent even for a second. Pain that had began to build in it's intensity, the inferno descending upon her until she could take no more and finally passed out. The Master watched on callously and seeing Anari unconscious, slapped her awake again, hard, to continue administering his punishment. Again and again she felt the taste of the lash, cut into her abraded flesh. Bite into it with sickening cruelty. Wanting nothing more than to pass out once more into the land of blessed unconsciousness, but now not daring to. Finally she heard him throw down the whip and stride out of the room....... Sobbing openly, in great choking gulps, now that her ordeal was over. It was two hours before anyone came to rescue her. Rescue perhaps wasn't quite the word Anari would have used when they did. The butler untied Anari after she had been left to wait in that excruciating position for that interminable time. Even then he didn't release the clamps on her nipples. The pain was so fierce now it felt like they were on fire. The clamps were cutting in to her abused nipples harshly and an insistent throb was pulsing through her body. She was led back to her room where a hot bath had been drawn for her, tendrils of steam curling up to the ceiling. For a change, the butler left her to her own devices, telling her only 'to be ready in an hour.' God, what now, Anari thought in panic once more. Her first torment, now she was out of the butler’s sight was to release those clamps. She wasn't looking forward to it one little bit and gritted her teeth in readiness for the pain to come. She released the first one and gasped as the blood started to flow back into the nipple. It was almost unbearable and, worst of all, she had yet to do the other one. But she released that, too, with a sharp intake of breath and closed her eyes trying to focus on the pain and lessen it. Letting her breath release then in a slow steady hiss. Now her nipples glowed bright red and were standing to fierce attention, the dull throb turning into an ache. It would be with her for quite some time. An hour passed and her bathing preparations were complete. The bath had felt good and restored her spirits somewhat. Her brunette hair now positively gleamed after she had brushed it and she had perfumed herself all over. The maid's uniform was now nowhere to be found and a pretty pink dress and high heels had been laid out for her on the bed. No question that she had to wear it and Anari didn't think she could take any more punishment for disobedience today. It was too short, too transparent and left most of her cleavage on view for all to see. Noticeably, no panties or bra had been provided. It served to make Anari feel that she was on display, even while wearing clothes. She was instructed to go down to the Master's dungeon by Miss Simpson who popped her head around the door just then. 'Oh my child, you are a lovely vision,' she said while visibly licking her lips. 'Just you wait to see what the Master has in store for you. I think you may enjoy this, after your earlier punishment,' and with that she was off, her heels clicking into the distance. Anari could only grimace and wonder what the Master had up his sleeve for his next trick... Anari's Predicament Ch. 09 Anari and Scarlett Part 9 Anari walked slowly down to the dungeon with her dress softly moving against her thighs, feeling very naked. The Master was waiting for her. 'Ah, good afternoon, Anari,' he called to her with a smile on his face. This served to worry her instantly for the Master rarely smiled. 'We have a treat in store for you today. I'd like to introduce you to my slave Scarlett.' Anari's eyes darted around the room until they came to rest on a slight girl, with long bright blonde hair, who was wearing nothing but a black collar attached to a leash around her neck. A big diamond dripped from the black collar, which came to rest in the hollow of her throat. She had an extraordinarily beautiful, lithe body, accentuated by perfect, full, pert breasts and a clean-shaven pussy. Anari would have expected no less in the Master's household. Scarlett was quite a vision. Her lips had been painted the colour of her namesake too, and she looked utterly lascivious. A smile was playing about her lips. This was the girl Anari had seen from her window before. 'Yes' Scarlett,' the Master said, looking at her, 'I'm giving you Anari as your reward for one hour. Be gentle with her, won't you?' He smiled at Scarlett generously. Then turned his attention to Anari. 'You haven't been with a woman before, Anari, have you?' That smile of his grew wider as Anari shook her head, eyes wide and face frozen in panic. She could almost see his face light up at the thought. 'Maybe you won't run away again after this,' the Master chuckled. 'Bring those cuffs over here, Scarlett,' and he indicated both steel ankle and wrists cuffs. 'Then fasten them around Anari, please.' The sound of steel clashing together echoed in the room. Anari saw Scarlett approach her and felt the cuffs fastened tightly around first her wrists, behind her back, and then her ankles. It was made all the worse by the fact that Scarlett seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Anari knew she had no hope of escape and did not even bother to try. The Master sat alone in the corner of the room, settling himself down to watch. Both girls knew his avid eyes would be upon them. At first Scarlett seemed to enjoy just staring at her, savouring the sensation. Looking upon her as if she were some sort of prize. It served to make Anari frantic with anticipation. The thought of being with a woman made her nervous. Very, very nervous. What if she didn't like it? Would the Master punish her? Thoughts whirled around her head. Smiling, Scarlett stood up, in all her naked splendour and began to kiss her. It shocked Anari just how wonderfully gentle she was. She couldn't help but open her lips to her and Scarlett took full advantage of that by entwining her tongue around her own. Scarlett's hand wrapped themselves around Anari's neck, drawing her face closer, teasing her lips with her tongue. Strangely, Anari didn't find it an unpleasant experience and gave in to the feeling of sheer unadulterated lust that spiralled inside her. Kissing her back with a passion that was rapidly gainig fervor. Scarlett's nails teased down her body, grazing patterns and making designs on her flesh which served only to make Anari shiver with delight. Those fingers then tweaked Anari's nipples painfully, squeezing and rolling them with great talent making Anari cried out. It was partly with pain and part pleasure, the feeling washing through her, for her nipples were still unspeakably sore from before. Every single touch sending arousal firing through her body. Scarlett was no beginner at this. Her tongue began to tease and she kneeled before Anari sucking her toes, drawing them into her mouth and sucking back and forth, each time with a lust-filled smile on her face. Watching her victim's face, loving the fact that Anari was still trying to resist her. She placed kisses up Anari's thighs and her gaze came to rest on Anari's silky, clean-shaven pussy. Scarlett sighed with pleasure, running her fingers unbearably gently over the soft mound of flesh. 'Take note of what I'm doing to you, slut,' Scarlett whispered, 'for I'll expect you to return the favour later,' and she continued with her torment. 'No, no,no...' Anari thought, and realised she was fighting a losing battle. There was no way she would be able to stop herself succumbing to the Master's slave. She was far too skilled. Anari's body was going weak with desire for Scarlett had pushed her tongue out and began to lick against her pussy lips, first up and down in gentle teasing strokes, letting Anari feel her breath there. Hot breath that made her body shiver. It had the effect of making Anari's clit swell involuntarily. No, Anari thought once more, I can't be taken by a girl. But even worse for her was the feeling that she was going to thoroughly enjoy it. She hadn't cum for days. Oh God, she needed to very, very badly. Scarlett's expert tongue began fucking Anari's pussy, thrusting in and out of the wetness she found there, while her fingers stroked her victim's buttocks, caressing them, kneading the soft flesh. Then her attention focused solely on Anari's clit and her small bud of desire swelled even more. Anari was desperate by now to cum. Scarlett was too good at this. Then Scarlett's finger moved up and began to fuck Anari's pussy, first one finger, then two and finally three. Then the whimpering started in earnest. Oh God, she was going to cum soon. Scarlett stood up quickly and inserted a finger into Anari's mouth, which she took willingly. 'Suck it well, slut, for you know where this is going.' Heaven help her, Anari did. She found herself pleadingly begging the Master to cum with Scarlett's fingers in her ass and pussy and her tongue wonderfully flicking her clit, making excited slurping noises beneath her. She hoped fervently that he would grant her permission, for she had no idea how she would manage to hold off if he didn't. Thankfully he did. The next hour passed in a haze for Anari. Helpless in her steel restraints, she surrendered herself to the deft, expert manipulations of Scarlett, whose flicking tongue and roving hands brought her to orgasm over and over again. Her first release, so hard it nearly blinded her with it's intensity. Having been on the edge of climax for days, Anari's relief was indescribable. Caressed and licked, her hard erect nipples throbbed and ached, and her swollen labia and clit became so sensitive that it was like an electric shock every time Scarlett's insistent fingers touched them. At the end of the session Anari was down on her knees, head lowered, thighs wet with her juices, completely exhausted. The Master had watched with intense concentration throughout. Now he snapped his fingers as a sign to Scarlett that her fun was at an end. Immediately the girl stepped back, drew herself upright and placed her hands behind her head, waiting submissively for her orders. The Master eased himself out of his chair, moved over to her and drew his hand across her cheek. 'Did you enjoy that, my slave?' he asked, tilting her head back so that she looked into his dark eyes. Scarlett's red lips opened in a smile. 'Yes, Master,' she whispered. 'Very much. Thank you.' The Master nodded. 'Now get her ready for me.....' Get me ready for what? were Anari's thoughts as she let out a long sigh of blissful satiation. Whatever it was, they'd have a fine time trying to make her cum again. For once, head still bowed to the floor, Anari smiled secretly. How wrong she was. Anari's Predicament Ch. 10 In the darkened room Anari stood, helpless. Scarlett had tied her wrists above her head, suspended from a long chain, attached to the roof. Her legs were spread, her ankles bound to ring-bolts in the floor. A cloth gag covered her mouth. Her pink dress was pulled down around her waist, exposing her breasts. Both Scarlett and the Master had left the room some while ago -- Anari had lost track of the time. Tied and immobile, she waited passively for what seemed an age and wondered what the Master had in store for her next.... At long last the door of the dungeon opened and she lifted her head, peering into the gloom. Footsteps. A dark shape. Tall, forbidding. The Master. He stopped in front of her. Instinctively she lowered her eyes, her fingers curling apprehensively round the ropes that held her wrists. She felt the Master move closer, his hands circling her waist. She held her breath. Then she felt his cock rising between her spread thighs..... Efficiently and breath-takingly he fucked her, his iron-hard cock driving up into her still-aching pussy, almost lifting her off her feet. His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing and massaging as he pumped deep into her, grunting audibly with the effort. Aroused yet again, Anari closed her eyes and surrendered to the increasingly quicker thrusts, feeling herself carried away as on a rip-tide by the strokes of his powerful cock. Skilfully he took possession of her, claiming her naked body as his as he penetrated her deeply and intimately. Like a rag doll, Anari went limp under his control, giving herself almost willingly, her mind a haze, her thoughts a whirl of conflicting emotions. She moaned and cried out into the saliva-soaked gag and then, unable to prevent herself, she was overwhelmed by one of the fiercest orgasms she'd ever experienced, followed almost immediately by the Master climaxing and pumping his hot cum into her. For a minute after climax he held inside her, his breath hot on her face and his cock throbbing within her. Then he abruptly slid out, zipped up his jeans and strode out, leaving the helpless Anari in her bonds..... Anari was left there to consider her fate for quite some time. Perhaps an hour. Maybe two. Time had lost all meaning here in this house. She felt herself weak, bruised, sore and broken. For a time she nodded off, tied up as she was. When she was released by the butler once more, she followed him compliantly, her will already accustomed to the rules of the Manor now. Follow and obey. She did not relish the thought of another punishment. He led her back to her room and bid her bathe and get some sleep. The wicked glint in his eye as he left the room told Anari all she needed to know. The ordeal was to continue. It did. That evening, when Anari awoke it was to find nothing but underwear as her clothing and a red box wrapped with a silk ribbon. Underwear, she supposed, was slightly better than being naked. That was until she looked properly. It was a scarlet pair of briefs and bra. Crotch less panties and a peep hole bra. It made her body shiver, involuntarily. Oh no. She dressed herself in the matching set of flimsy red lace and thought to herself, she really may as well have been naked. But it did serve to make her look wondrously sexy, with her long dark hair flowing around her breasts. Blue eyes stared back at her in the mirror and she moved to put on the make up that had been left out for her. Bright, glossy, red lipstick and a heavy, dark eyeliner. This made her eyes look sultry and intense. Anari sighed, already feeling the beginnings of lust creep insidiously through her veins. Her body was no longer her own here. The thought had finally clicked and she was almost beginning to enjoy the feeling spreading through her pliant body. She arched her head back in the mirror and moved a hand to cup her breast, toying with a nipple, watching it harden in front of her. Then she moved her hands lower, brushing them against her smooth silken mound, gliding her fingers up and down, her fingernails gently grazing her skin. Then lower still to her swollen pussy lips, still sore but feeling wonderfully alive and sensitive. The gentlest touch made her body shiver and she smiled at herself in the mirror. What did she look like? A slut, a whore or a completely devoted slave to her Master's whim? She began to fuck her pussy with one finger, still watching herself intently in the mirror before her, seeing her pupils dilate with lust, her face taking on a new and wanton expression. Then she began to fuck herself deeply with two fingers, sliding them in and out of her wet pussy, already dripping with her arousal. Knowing she must not make herself cum without permission, she stopped, reluctantly. Her attention focused once more on the unopened package on the bed and she began to unwrap it. Her eyes widened as she saw what was in there. It was a bright red butt plug and a small bottle of lubricant. The plug was larger than any she had yet taken. She bit her lip, focussing on the task set for her. Returning to her chair by the mirror Anari covered her plug in the wet, sticky lubricant and felt weakness steal through her body. She then used her fingers to coat the oil around her ass, before pushing a finger inside of her again. Oh God. She groaned out loud to herself. It was true then. She was beginning to enjoy herself. All these people had been right. The Master, Miss Simpson, the butler. They had all called her a slut. If that was what she was, so be it. She placed the scarlet plug at her anus and began to push gently, slowly sliding the invader in and out gently but with insistent pressure, her head rocking back and forth with pleasure. She was enjoying watching herself in the mirror. The red plug slowly made its way inside her and with a soft sucking noise pushed into place deep within her. There was no chance it was going to fall out. The size of it made that thought impossible. It was lodged firmly and she could feel it shift inside her at even the slightest movement she made. It was a pleasant sensation. Her sighs turned to groans. Now she needed to cum and she knew from experience that she dare not without explicit permission. Anari preyed the Master wouldn't leave her here long, to contemplate her next fate.... Anari's Predicament Ch. 11 Anari was startled from her contemplation of herself in the full-length mirror by the sudden opening of the bedroom door and the entry of Miss Simpson. Taken by surprise as she was, Anari was still alert enough to hear the quick intake of breath as the secretary took in the full wanton beauty of the captive girl. Her eyes flicked greedily over Anari's seductive body, noting the proud nipples and the shaved pussy thrusting lewdly through the slutty lingerie. It lasted only a moment and then Miss Simpson was all business-like again. 'This way,' she said, turning and sweeping out of the room. Her very high heels clattering on the floor, the plug making its insistent presence felt in her ass, Anari hurried after the woman, anxious not to lose her. She knew by now that any infringement or failure would lead to terrifying punishment. The secretary led her through corridors to the room she remembered from when she first came here -- the Master's private quarters. It was a large but cosy room, a log fire burning and spitting in the hearth, the lights turned low. Nobody there. Miss Simpson hurried over to one wall and clicked a switch. With a whirr of hidden machinery a large circular portion of the floor started to rise to the height of about half a metre. The woman gestured to Anari. 'Put your hands behind your back.' Anari sighed inwardly as she saw the handcuffs appear. I seem to spend most of my time restrained in some way, she reflected. But she obeyed, waiting submissively as Miss Simpson clicked the cuffs around her wrists and gagged her with a knotted scarf forced between her teeth and tied tightly at the back of her neck. 'Up onto the platform, girl,' ordered Miss Simpson. Momentarily startled by the strange request, Anari raised her eyebrows. 'Quickly! Do it!' Awkwardly, because of her bound hands, Anari stepped up onto the circular space. 'Now kneel down and put your forehead against the floor.' Still wondering what was happening, Anari did as she was told. 'Keep your knees wide. Now pull your cheeks apart with your fingers.' Miss Simpson demonstrated, her hands lingering on Anari's buttocks. Anari complied, realising that she was now on blatant display, her pussy exposed, the end of the butt-plug showing in her tight hole. Miss Simpson checked the effect, arranged Anari's hair to her satisfaction and then left. Anari waited. Waiting seemed to be another of the features of her imprisonment. She was suddenly conscious of the loud beating of her heart. Her skin pricked with anticipation. The door opened and footsteps moved across the room, out of her line of vision. The creak of a leather armchair. The faint sound of breathing. Then the platform she was on began to move, turning slowly. Anari obediently kept her face to the floor but out of the corner of her eye as she turned, she could see that it was the Master. He watched her intently, his gaze steady and penetrating. Watching his prize, his trophy. Taking pleasure in her humiliation. Slowly Anari turned, the flickering firelight casting seductive shadows over her voluptuous body. And still the Master watched her. The platform stopped. Anari's heart missed a beat. Silence. Then the Master's voice. 'Sit up, girl. On your knees. Hands behind your head.' Knowing the importance of obedience, Anari struggled upright. The cuffs bit into her wrists as she placed her hands in the required position. She made sure that her knees were spread wide and her breasts pushed out. Her eyes were lowered. She realised with something of a shock that she was instinctively learning the ways of a slave. The platform started to turn again. Anari's down-cast eyes saw the thrust of her pert breasts, the nipples erect. She knew she made an erotic figure and she opened her knees just a little wider. Under the unflinching gaze of the Master she felt electric tremors running over her body, uncontrollable stirrings in her pussy and the first trickle of juices against her thighs. Anari felt the Master's gaze upon her, insistent and steady. It made her nervous, generally with good reason. But she waited, restrained on her knees, for his orders. 'Walk to me, Anari, and kneel before me.' The words commanding and deep, his gaze never leaving her face. She did as he asked. Not a hesitation, even for a second. Her place was becoming well known to her. Anari walked over to the Master, her pretty heels clicking against the floor, the height elongating her lithe legs. She positioned herself on her knees before him. 'I have it in my mind to test you on what you have learned in your time here with me,' the Master said. He stood up before her. 'Do you think you have learnt anything, Anari?' he asked her, searching her deep blue eyes intently. 'Yes, Sir,' Anari whispered back. 'And what is it you have learnt, my slave?' the Master's voice asked, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. 'I have learnt to please you, Sir, to obey your every desire without question.' Anari thought for a moment and then continued, ' To always kneel before you in your presence and to ask permission before I am allowed to orgasm. I have learnt that any mistakes on my part will be punished severely.' Her body shuddered involuntarily at the thought of what happened to her the last time. The Master did smile then, his knowing gaze already having taken note of her shudder. 'Anything else, Anari?' He left the question in no doubt that it needed an answer. 'Yes, Sir,' Anari almost whispered. 'I have learnt that my body's desires are not my own to control anymore... I have learnt that I enjoy submitting to you in any way you wish...and that I don't wish to leave your service.' Her eyes were down turned to the floor as she said this. 'Look at me, girl!' The harsh command had Anari snapping her head up immediately. 'Do you really mean what you have just said?' His gaze penetrated hers, watching for her reaction. 'Yes, Sir. I meant every word.' Anari gazed back at him unflinchingly. 'Good, my slut, because today you will be tested on that submission to me. If I find you pleasing, I will allow you remain here in service for another month. If you are found wanting you will be released immediately. Do you understand?' Anari only nodded in response, adrenaline already begin to burn a path through her veins. This test of submission, she knew instinctively, would be agonising. The Master beckoned her over towards him, motioning for her to turn around. He unfastened her handcuffs. 'You won't be needing these today, I think.' He smiled at that. 'But keep your hands behind your head at all times, Anari, unless I or another member of my household instructs you otherwise.' She nodded in understanding. At that moment the door to the Master's study opened and Miss Simpson walked in, clicking the door shut quietly behind her. 'Perfect timing as always, Miss Simpson,' the Master's voice rang out. 'Anari has just agreed to show us her complete submission for the day. I think she is beginning to enjoy her time here with us and would like to stay. You will report back to me when you have finished with her and tell me whether you think she would be suitable for my service. Now I must take my leave.' With that he strode across the room, the door banging shut firmly behind him. Anari's Predicament Ch. 12 Anari's Test of Submission Part 12 Miss Simpson wasted no time in approaching Anari; she had waited patiently to be allowed her time with this delectable morsel of a girl. She licked her lips on her approach, her fingers already itching to feel Anari's delicate flesh beneath them. She came to stand inches before Anari, manicured fingernails outstretched, and ran a single nail down the centre of Anari's body, noticing the girl shudder beneath it. Miss Simpson smiled; she was going to enjoy this. Her fingernails trailed a delicate, butterfly path around Anari, over her flat stomach, her ribcage; her nipples, displayed lewdly by the red lace peephole bra, hardened instantly under the graze of her nail. 'You like that, don't you?' Miss Simpson questioned. Anari could only nod, the evidence clear for all to see. 'Are you wet for me, girl? Do you want to please me?' Miss Simpson stared at her questioningly. 'Yes, Miss, I am wet for you and how can I please you?' Anari responded, her body already beginning to flush with desire. 'Hmm let me see,' and a single finger thrust inside Anari's body found itself instantly immersed in her lust, her pussy already very wet and clearly aroused. 'Kneel before me and remove my skirt, slave,' the sharp voice rang out. Anari instantly dropped to her knees and unfastened Miss Simpson's skirt, sliding the heavy material down over her hips, letting it fall gently to the floor. It revealed slim, muscular legs and a sheer black thong beneath it. Anari could see a small mound of black pubic hair through the material. The scent of Miss Simpson's obvious arousal was already evident in the air. 'You know what I want, slave. Please me,' the strict voice rang out. 'Remember I'm reporting back to your Master.' As if Anari ever had any doubt. Anari began by tracing her fingers over the flimsy material of the thong, outlining the mound of pubic hair in little circles, letting her fingers drop to Miss Simpson's pussy lips, finding them silky smooth and hairless. She heard Miss Simpson sigh as she did so, the sound spurring Anari on. She pressed her face to Miss Simpson's pussy, licking those smooth pussy lips through the sheer material, her tongue drawing long lines up and down each lip in turn, feeling the erect body buck beneath her lips. Then her tongue moving to tease Miss Simpson's clit through the material, swirling it around and around in gentle circles with light but insistent pressure, feeling the clit swell beneath her ministrations. Anari's fingers moved to stroke her thighs, fingers working their way up gently, drawing a path to the apex of her thighs. The material of the thong was now soaking wet, both with Miss Simpson's juices and with Anari's saliva. Anari's fingers teased her pussy lips, stroking them and moving on to tease her clit with slightly more pressure now. Miss Simpson sighed throatily. The sound made Anari well aware how aroused the woman was. It was a nice feeling, being in control for a change, though Anari was under no delusions as to who was really in charge here. 'Make me cum, slave, show me you've learnt something in your time here,' Miss Simpson's voice said breathlessly, her fingers entwining in Anari's soft, dark-brown, silken curls. Anari's fingers began to pull back the sodden material of the thong and she pressed her nose to the pussy before her. Her tongue entered Miss Simpson's pussy, thrusting in and out wonderfully gently. The erect body before her began to rock, the hips gyrating into Anari's face. 'Yes, yes, like that, slave. Show me how talented that tongue of yours is.' Miss Simpson was breathing hard now. Anari licked a path back up to Miss Simpson's clit. She started twirling, flicking and swirling her tongue over the engorged piece of flesh, loving the sound of Miss Simpson's whimpers, knowing that it was her ministrations which had created them. Anari thrust a finger into Miss Simpson's pussy and found it dripping with heat and wetness. She had done her work well. Now with two fingers, she fucked the pussy before her, hearing the sound of Miss Simpson's groans increase in volume, the body bucking back and forth. Anari could hear Miss Simpson's breath catch and she knew she was near her release. Miss Simpson's hand sneaked around to Anari's backside and began to fuck her ass with the scarlet red butt plug still embedded there. This instantly served to light a fire within Anari, who had been on slow burn until then. Slowly at first, the butt plug was slid in and out of Anari's ass, making her moan against Miss Simpson's pussy involuntarily as she felt her orgasm build within her. A sharp slap rang out on Anari's ass. 'You are not to cum, slave. You will hold your orgasm. The Master wants you for himself later.' The order from Miss Simpson's lips made Anari groan in frustration and she bit her lip to try and distract herself, the pain taking her mind off the need to cum. Now Anari's wonderfully talented tongue had Miss Simpson on the verge of cumming, still flicking and teasing and sucking, her saliva and Miss Simpson's juices all over Anari's face. Anari then snaked her other free hand, the one that was not fucking Miss Simpson's dripping wet pussy, around to her ass. She placed it at the entrance. 'Oh God, yes, slave. Fuck me there with your finger now!' leaving no doubt in Anari's mind as to how aroused she was. Anari used the juices from Miss Simpson's wet slit to lubricate her finger and thrust it deep inside her ass in one fluid motion. Miss Simpson's voice screamed out and at the same time Anari felt the body before her convulse, tremors racking through the upright body, the breath hissing out of Miss Simpson's lips. She felt the woman's clit being ground into her face again and again, the hips gyrating wildly in front of her as Miss Simpson climaxed spectacularly. The secretary held Anari's face hard against her pussy for a while until Anari felt her beginning to relax. 'Damn, you have a talented tongue, slave,' she said, looking down at the lovely girl before her, her face wet and sticky with the evidence of the secretary's orgasm. Miss Simpson traced a finger over Anari's face, coating itself in the wetness and brought it to to her lips, smearing the wetness there. Anari opened her mouth to suck the finger before her, slowly, cleaning it thoroughly. Miss Simpson looked at her tenderly for the first time. 'My report will be glowing, slave; you have done rather well. Let us hope that the Master will be equally pleased with you. For that will be by far the hardest test for you yet.' She fondly patted Anari's head. 'I wish you luck, child.' With that Miss Simpson retrieved her skirt, quickly pulling it up over her waist and went out of the room. The door was pushed gently shut behind her, leaving Anari to wonder just what the Master would require of her and praying she would be able to please him.... Anari continued to kneel in the silent and empty room, her mind a whirl, thoughts chasing through her brain at dizzying speed. And all the time she was conscious of her heightened emotion -- the hardness of her pert nipples, the throb of her clit between her spread thighs. She wondered how she was to be tested by the Master and she knew she was determined to make a good impression, whatever she was subjected to. Her thoughts were interrupted by the Master's entrance. In the hurried glance before she instinctively lowered her eyes to the floor she saw that he was carrying the multi-tailed whip. Her skin prickled and she clenched her fists, fingernails digging into her palms. The Master walked round her, his eyes moving over her body. 'Miss Simpson has reported very favourably on you,' he said at last. 'You've obviously learned some of your lessons well. Now let's see whether you can take the final step...' She heard the whip tapping against his leg and she felt a small bead of perspiration trickle down between her breasts. 'Stand up, girl, and undress.' Hurriedly Anari got to her feet to comply. Shoes and lingerie were discarded so that she stood naked, her hands behind her head, her feet apart, body arched to emphasise the jut of her breasts. Without warning the Master whipped her. Hard. The leather thongs slashed across the front of her thighs, making her gasp in shocked surprise. But she remained in position. Another stinging lash across her breasts, leaving a trail of red lines. Apart from a sharp intake of breath, Anari remained still, feeling her body burn under the punishment. Feeling a white haze of blinding pain overtake her. She remained still while the Master whipped her methodically, concentrating on her thighs, buttocks and breasts. Tears welled in her eyes as the pain increased but she dug her fingernails deeper into her palms and rode out the onslaught. She fought back the impulse to scream out loud at the agonizing pain, although her face displayed her anguish. But Anari knew she would withstand virtually anything now, to remain in the Master's service. Tears flowed down her face now copiously, dripping onto the floor beneath. She tasted their saltiness again and again. Her voice a mixture of whimpers, moans and yells. Ragged breathing and uncontrollable sniffs, as she tried to bite back her sobs of pain. She knew by now that she could get though the wall of pain into a different world where pain became pleasure, and already she felt the juices stirring in her pussy. As the whip continued to stripe her naked body, she felt herself close to orgasm. How such a short space of time could change a person, she thought... She begged for permission to cum once more in broken breaths and thankfully the Master granted her release, but continued the dreadful lashing. Anari heard her screams echo around the room again and yet again. Her body now almost revelling in the agony it was under. After what must have been 25 or 30 lashes, the Master laid down the whip. 'You're a seductive young lady, Anari,' he said, his dark eyes boring into her. 'And I believe you know now that your duty is to give yourself willingly to your Master. You do, don't you?' Anari held her gaze firmly at the ground. 'Yes, Master,' she whispered, her body tingling and on fire from the whipping and the prospect of the Master's cock inside her. She felt him move close to her, then her hair was grabbed and her head pulled back and the Master entered her with one deep thrust. She gasped, feeling him fill her and then start to pump her with rapid, driving strokes. She bit her lip and started to moan as he fucked her expertly, each thrust taking her closer to the edge of losing control. His cock rubbing against her swollen clit wonderously. But still, at the back of her mind, she knew that she must not cum until allowed and she concentrated all her thoughts on that as the Master drove his hard cock deep up inside her. Soon she was whimpering, her pussy on fire with desire and the need for release but still the Master continued to work her. She would never hold out, she told herself -- she would have to cum, and that would mean the end of her stay at the house. Desperately she fought back the growing climax. And then, just as she could bear no more, she heard the Master whisper 'Now let me feel you cum, my slut.' He gave one deep thrust up into her and, with a long moan, Anari surrendered, her pussy tightening round his cock and her orgasm shaking her naked body. Jerking and spasming, she pumped out juices until she felt herself go limp in the Master's arms, barely able to support herself on trembling legs. The Master smoothed back her hair which had fallen across her face. 'Now clean my cock, my slave. And welcome to my household.' Her whole body shaking, Anari sank to her knees, and, with her hands behind her back, took the Master's cock gratefully into her willing mouth...