3 comments/ 7319 views/ 0 favorites February Is Handed Over Ch. 01 By: melbourne_woman As they walked toward the gilt doors that opened into the room, he had a slight smile on his face and a spring in his step. Wearing smart casual clothes he felt sure he'd enjoy the lunch, way more than she would, which excited him more. She was wearing a cotton print summer dress with buttons down the front. The last 4 or 5 were undone and as she walked in her summer heels the skirt moved around her showing glimpses of her smooth and slightly tanned legs. As she moved it was obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear. He ample breasts swayed with the motion and the thin dress material occasionally moved to show no visible panty line. Her loose, longish curly brown hair moved with her walk. He didn't fail to notice people watching her as she passed as she walked a pace behind him to his right, after all this was the reason he chose her clothes that day. He wanted people to notice her and know she was with him. He reached for both doors and swung them open on to a large sunlight room decorated in Louis XIV furniture. Ahead at the far end of the room were two sets of French windows, opening out on the Champ de Mars. To the right he could just see part of La Tour Eiffel and to the left the École Militaire. The windows were shut but the sun streamed in on this warm summer day. In front of one of the French windows on the left of the room was a long dining table, set up to seat 5. One facing and one backing the window with one seat on the left of the table and two on the right. On the right of the room backing on to the dining table was a low pale gilt settee facing a large white marble fireplace. To the left of the fireplace was a single comfortable chair that matched the settee. In front of this was a low white marble coffee table. To the right of the fireplace was a high backed dining chair slightly angled to face the settee. The chair had been particularly placed as it obviously belonged to the dining setting. As he entered the room, she could see in front of them a waist high circular occasional table with an intricate inlayed top. Curiously the table had no bowl of flowers or other adornment. "Good afternoon gentlemen" he said as he walked brusquely in to the room, heading towards the fireplace. It was then that she could see 3 men sitting on the sofa and one perched on the arm of the far end of the sofa, all being handed whisky tumblers from a silver tray by a quiet, well dressed waiter. "Glad you could all make it" The gentlemen nodded but didn't say anything, concentrating on receiving and tasting their drinks from the waiter who finished what he was doing, tried to linger a little but on being noticed, quickly left the room. "I'd like to introduce you to February" he said as she sat down in the highbacked chair, motioning her to him. "Why is she called February, seems an unusual name to me?" said the young man perched on the arm of the settee. "I name them after the month that they give themselves to me" he said. "and why does she always look down, I can't see her face?" "That's how we like them." said the older greyhaired man sitting closest to the entrance. "Actually" said the man "our possessions are instructed to never look a man in the eye, they must always look down and when being addressed are allowed only to look towards a man's genitals, to remind them of their main role in live: to please men." He continued/ "Well thank you again for coming, especially Angus," he said nodding to the 3rd man on the sofa "and for bringing along your nephew young Stuart. It doesn't seem that long that I was sitting there, a young man, ignorant in the ways of the world, being given my first possession by Angus. A beautiful dark haired beauty who served me well. I'm honored to continue the tradition in giving one of my prized possessions to Stuart. I hope he has as much enjoyment as I did all those years ago." The men smiled and nodded to each other. "I'm forgetting my manners, let me introduce you all. To my immediate left is Sir Ian, a long term friend of my family who came to that lunch all those years ago. Thank you for agreeing to come along today." The older greyhaired man nodded and smiled. "Next to him sits my father's best friend James who has known me all my life." The middle man on the sofa, smiled back and raised his glass, taking a long sip. "Then as you all know we have Angus and his young nephew Stuart, who is just starting out on this journey." "Now then gentlemen, lets get back to the matter at hand," he said as he turned his attention to the girl. She was now sitting bolt upright in the high backed dining chair, her hands in her lap, with her ankles crossed. "I've spoken to Angus on a number of occasions and made sure that I've picked a possession that will delight Stuart. I prefer my possessions to be polished, cultured and intelligent. I don't believe in make up, preferring natural beauty to shine through." As he spoke he took up a position standing behind the chair leaning forward slowly unbuttoning her dress from the top. She then moved her arms behind the back of the chair and knowing what was expected of her, sat up very straight arching her back so her breasts became more prominent. As he undid each button he opened the dress slightly, revealing more and more of her flesh. "I like an ample bosom, not too much but enough so that I have something to hold on to and that will sway with any momentum I chose to give it. Her nipples have been taught to respond" he said as he moved the dress fabric to show her breasts completely. The nipples were soft but didn't react when he touched them gently. "However sometimes they need to be reminded to obey." With this he lifted his right hand showing he had hold of a small riding crop. With his left hand he reached forward and held her breast placing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, encouraging the nipple to stick out between his fingers. Quickly he drew the crop down and struck her nipple hard. She gave a quick cry of pain and her nipple immediately redened and hardened. He let the breast fall. He then roughly picked up her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. He then went back to unbuttoning the dress with one hand whilst caressing and pinching a breasts with the other. "That's better, see that they stay that way." He said severely. She continued to look down but bit her lip, showing the pain she was now in. Her breasts looked ripe and in pain from the crop but her nipples remained hard and deep red. "Her breasts are great to play with when you're inside her mouth. They now take a lot of abuse, or rather she does and I do like to see it in her face. Its not fun if you can't see her pain. Her body reacts, she twitches and tends to open her mouth more with pain, accept more of my penis, try harder which I like." "Pain is good" said James "I enjoy their pain. I particularly like the training, taking a willful possession and degrading it to such an extent that it fights back and then I like breaking them, like breaking a wild horse. Its not the complaint creature that enjoy so much as the journey she's been taken on to get there." He smiled as he spoke. "I tend to seek out the wild ones and when I've done with them, taken them to the depths of depravity, I hand them over to a friend in the Middle East who then passes them on. They get more rough treatment there than I ever give them. I like the way in the end they plead and beg me not to let them go, knowing how miserable their future will be as they are warn out and thrown away very quickly in this environment. They beg and promise to be more complaint and more depraved and promise me endless pleasure from their bodies. They beg for more pain and I know I've finally broken them and they know it and are disgusted with themselves for wanting the pain and cruelty I can inflict more than anything else in life." He said. "and do you relent?" added Stuart concerned about their future. "No silly boy, I am already eyeing up my next possession and planning how I'll tame her. My man drags them naked, screaming and crying from my sight. Bruised and bleeding from the worst session with me they've ever had, begging me to hurt them more... Nothing like it my boy, nothing like it" As the cruel man finished his story, the final button on the dress was undone and the remaining dress fabric fell away and off her shoulders showing her body completely. "I've enjoyed every part of her and have enjoyed giving my own training, though not to the same extent as James. So now gentlemen, let her pleasure you each in turn." With this she lowered herself off the chair to her knees and let the dress fall off her arms. She crawled upright towards the settee and started to undo the trousers of the first man. An older man, probably in his late 60s. Wiry and slight but obviously enjoying the event as he sprung forth from his trousers ready for her mouth. With her arms still behind her back she lent forwards losing her balance falling in to his lap taking his penis in her mouth she began to lick and suck slowly at first with her mouth all the way up to the end of his penis. Moving back slightly every now and then to catch her breath, she went back to work carefully and thoughtfully. "She's been taught to pleasure a man with her mouth whilst keeping her hands behind her back. This allows full access to those magnificent breasts which jutt forward so invitingly but also means that her body weight works against her, urging her further in to your lap. She has to use all her might to pull back to breathe. Touch her breasts, enjoy her." With this the old man grabbed at her breasts and started kneading them as she pleasured him slowly and deliberately. "Pull on them, hurt them." called out the cruel man but the old man continued to enjoy the pleasure he was receiving as he forgot about the breasts dangling in front of him. "She's on a protein only diet today and didn't eat at all yesterday. I tend to do this as it heightens her need for your sperm. I'm keen for her to realize that she survives only because of what I and today you give her. That her existence is dependant on my pleasure. Also her eating only sperm a couple of days a week helps concentrate her mind on her role in life." With this the old man went rigid, his breath changed as he twitched, filling her throat with his sperm. She didn't miss a beat but continued her rhythm sucking all she could from him. When finished she continued to lick and clean him and then did up his trousers. "My turn, come her eand see if you can get me there as easily." The cruel man said in a taunting way as she backed off the old man and crawled upright to the cruel man. He lay there splaying his legs, enjoying her undo his trousers and again put her hands behind her back. He reached forward grabbed both breasts roughly and pulled her on to his penis. His roughness obviously hurt as she moaned but didn't pull back. "enjoy this!" he shouted as he pulled and squeezed her nipples twisting them in more and more painful ways. "I'm not going to give up to you that easy, you'll have to work for me today girl." He pulled her breasts using the nipple and pinched more and more gauging her pain. She winced and twisted her breasts slightly away from him as she continued to work on his penis. "No you don't, she's good, steady rhythm, despite the pain. Can I borrow her for a weekend off you sometime?" he said smiling. "Well that all depends on Stuart, after all I'm giving her to him if he'll have her. With that the cruel man winced and squeezed harder on her breasts than he had before as he came. Like before she sucked him dry, licked him clean, redressed him and moved back, this time with tears in her eyes. "Now Angus your turn. I hope you enjoy her. I remember you mentioning that Stuart had a thing for grey eyed brunettes with firm breasts. If I remember correctly this is seems to be a family trait as you and your brothers always seemed to come to events with such possessions." "Yes I like the long hair too, something to hold on to. The breasts are truly magnificent and just the right size. Not keen on breast that are too large. I like no underwear and large breasts don't work that well without support." He was holding her hair away from her face as she moved up and down on him, slowly working him to an orgasm. He smiled, closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair as he came, pulling her mouth further on to him, stopping her from breathing. She started to struggle from lack of air and he came back to the room and let her go. She moved back gasping for air. "Now Stuart its your turn, try and hold on as long as you can, you'll enjoy it more but remember she's been well trained to pleasure a man as quickly as possible. This helps with short taxi rides, elevators, restaurants, toilets etc. When you get more experienced and she knows you better she'll bring you close but not too close and keep you there for the longest time and will only take you past the point of no return when you tell her too." With this the young man jerked and moaned as he came in her mouth. Pulling her off slightly to see him spurt in to her mouth. She eagerly took him again, cleaning him up and then crawling back to the chair and resuming her seat. "What about you, aren't you going to join in?" "No Stuart, I had her mouth several times on the way over here. I'm going to enjoy her in a minute as I take her from behind on that table over there." He said nodding to the hall table that she noticed before had nothing on it. "She'll be wet and ready for me now, having pleasured you all and knowing how much this has pleased me. You have to understand that when I met her the thought of anything but the missionary position disgusted her, performing oral on a man was unnatural in her eyes. I've been careful not to have trained that out of her too much. She lives to serve me in any way I want and my enjoyment watching her servicing you with her mouth turns me on, doubly so as I know she doesn't enjoy the work at all. Remember also she's a lot younger than you" he said motioning to the 3 old men on the settee. "Frankly servicing 3 old men is abhorrent to someone of her age. She does it despite herself and this greatly adds to my enjoyment" He moved towards the hall table and waited for her. Without a word she stood up slowly and followed, bending over the edge of the table, still wearing nothing but her heels, spreading her legs as best she could and standing on tip toes, managied to bend over with straight legs, laying herself flat and available on the cold wooden table, her arms extended over her head. "Gentlemen will you join me?" With that the 4 men got up from their seats and walkedover to the table. February Is Handed Over Ch. 02 She stayed there while he talked, continuing to explain her training, proud of what he'd achieved in such a short space of time, explaining how he'd found her and briefly describing various aspects of her training. Her legs were just the right length in her high heels for her hips to bend over the table with the table edge jutting in to the crease between her thighs and her body, her stomach and breasts pressed against the cold wooden table top. Her head nearly reached the far edge of the table but not quite. She lay her head down sideways and closed her eyes waiting for what she knew was coming. She moved her hands to hold herself firm against the table, arms bent at the elbows, holding on to the top edge of the table either side of her head. Her breasts splaying out under her upper arms and chest. "As you can see she's waiting to be taken, she'll stay like this until I tell her to move." He said as He stroker her curved buttocks and let His hand move up her back, over the curve of a breast and over her hair. "Her eyes are closed but if you look closely her mouth is open, her mouth will always be open in my presence even if its just slightly, something again I've trained in to all my possessions. It reminds them that their mouth, like the rest of their body is mine, ready to take whenever I want and should never be closed to me." With this He grabbed her hair and lifted her head forcefully off the table, arching her back until she was looking at the ceiling. She cried out in surprise and some pain but she carried on holding firmly on to the table as He held her head back . Her breast swayed tantalisingly, her nipples still hard and smarting from the punishment they have received earlier. He looked at her nipples and pulled hard on one of them with his spare hand, extending it further than was comfortable. She cried out slightly again and he let go, her nipple bouncing back in to place next to its partner, both still swaying with the movement of his hand shaking as he continued to pull on her hair to get every inch of extension of her back that he knew was there. "As I pull her head back, her mouth opens wider as if to ask for another penis to caress. So who's ready for her mouth again?" He said to the others in the room. "I'll have her again" said Sir Ian as he walked around to the top of the table, undoing his trousers. "Let me help you" He said as He positioned her mouth where she could accept Sir Ian's penis. Sir Ian was quite tall and she had to reach up to accept him. She started to suck and lick his penis still with her eyes closed. She carefully and slowly caressed him at first but after she started to feel his legs tense she worked slightly quicker but always with due reverence as if worshipping his penis. "She won't open her eyes unless you tell her to and then she'll only watch what she's doing, concentrating on pleasing you. Do you want her to open her eyes or not? It won't make any difference she's been trained to pleasure a man without needing to see what's she's doing. I rather like my possessions to keep their eyes closed, it tends to concentrate their minds on the job at hand, so to speak." "I don't mind I just want to enjoy this, do whatever you think best." said Sir Ian " Well I'm going to start warming her up to take me from behind so lets leave her, flying blind if you will." He said He then walked around the table to face Sir Ian. He roughly put his hand between her legs and thrust his hand in to her hard and sharply. She stiffened and moaned and He knew she'd felt some twinge of pain and this excited him. "Just as I thought she's dripping wet. It never fails to amaze me how she gets wet even though she hates this. She dislikes having a man inside her mouth and has done ever since I was the first man to put his penis inside her mouth, touch her body in fact. I've been keen not to train this out of her. I enjoy that what she's doing here today disgusts her. She does it all inspite of herself and her self loathing and disgust. She knows she's acting like a whore but she does it because I ask her to, because she lives for me and to please me. I find its always more exciting taking a sweet girl, with good breeding and a good education and training her to do things that even an experienced whore would think twice about. Anyone can train a less inhibited girl. It's her compliance and disgust at herself that I enjoy most. It took me months of training to get her to the stage she is now. When I first met her she'd never been touched by a man, now look at her pleasuring you, sucking on your penis as if it was the best thing in her world." He carried on walking around the table, looking down at her body laid out in front of Him. "Don't mind me Sir Ian, keep on with what you're doing. If you want tell her to do something you particularly like just tell her what you want her to do. Remember she doesn't know you and your particular needs as she's only be trained to please Me. Of course this will all change when she starts serving Stuart. Then she'll learn what he likes but will still remember My likes and so on when Stuart tires of her and passes her on. Her parents paid for her to have a good education and she has a clever brain, I'm merely wanting to put it to good use." Sir Ian put his hands on either side of her head and stood perfectly still letting her mouth and neck do all the work. James moved closer, walking up to the table. He reached out and started to touch her body, stroking the arch in her lower back then grabbing at her arse cheeks. "Do you want to use this?" asked her Owner as He held up a small, thin riding whip. "Oh yes please, can I?" said James. "Of course you can, she's here to be enjoyed and it saves me having to warm up her cheeks, now take the crop and hurt her with it, I want to see marks on her cheeks and Sir Ian wants to feel her react as she smarts from your blows. Don't worry Sir Ian she won't bite you no matter how much pain she is in and she won't stop caressing you either. Again this is the beauty of the training I've given her. I hope you appreciate all the work I've put in for you Stuart." Stuart smiled nervously and started to blush thinking of all fun he was going to have testing her training to the limits. James raised his hand and brought the whip down hard on her rounded cheeks. He lifted his arm again and brought it down hard a second time. His face started to redden and he had to smooth back his hair which had flopped over his eyes but he didn't stop smiling as each stroke landed. Each time she squirmed on the table slightly trying to move away from the blows. She made muffled whimpering noises and each men looked at each other smiling in their shared enjoyment of her pain. The whip caused small vibrations each time it bit in to her flesh and left red lines which then proceeded to darken. Sir Ian felt her react to the blows as she continued to work on his penis. Tears started to roll down her cheeks and her cheeks started to resemble train tracks as each blow left its mark. Blood ran to the site of the beatings, and the lines swelled slightly becoming raised lines. James started to enjoy his work, moving slightly each time so that the new line was at a slight angle from the previous. All the while her cheeks winced and shuddered. This encouraged harder and faster blows as James started to investigate what patterns he could make by varing the intensity and position of his blows. Sir Ian sensing his orgasm was near, pushed his penis further down her throat, holding her head tightly, not releasing her as he had at the end of each stroke. With tear stained cheeks, she started to gag on each stroke as his penis went deeply down her throat. Not letting his penis retract from her throat blocked her airway. Sir Ian held her head in place, enjoying his own pleasure, forgetting that she was there at all, that she needed to breathe, that she was even human. Her body started to stiffen, deprived of air but he kept thrusting faster and fater. Still being beaten with the whip Sir Ian jerked and exploded down her throat, the relief showing on his face as he looked down at her. Not letting her go he stared in to her eyes smiling with contentment, ignoring her desperate need to be released and allowed to breathe. "That's it fuck her.... Harder.... Keep it down her throat longer.... Look at the way she's starting to fight to breathe... To stay alive" James said breathlessly as he brought down the whip faster with each blow in time with Sir Ian's orgasm. Sir Ian remained frozen for a second longer enjoying her desperation and then relaxed his grip on her head, letting her slide off gasping for breath. "I can see how you like this breath play James, I could almost get in to this myself. Her face when I wouldn't let her go, her begging eyes. That was a real turn on and just as I was coming too." Smiled Sir Ian as he turned away from February, having finished with her. "Ok James, that's enough now you're warmed up her cheeks, now can you move aside and let me take her" her Owner said as he undid his trousers releasing His straining penis, obviously turned on Himself from her beating and Sir Ian's tentative steps in to breathe play. He straddled her open thighs and kicked out her legs a bit further opening her up to better take Him. "I love a nice warm cheeks at the end of the stroke when I'm fucking from behind." He then used his fingers to part her outer lips and roughly pushed his hard penis in to her. Again a wince of pain showed on her body as in his excitement He misjudged the angle of entry. "That will bruise and swell up nicely and make her nice and tight for Me later." He said knowing He'd stabbed her inner walls quite sharply. He adjusted his stroke and getting in to the rhythm started to thrust in to her hard, glad that she had braced herself against the table so that she felt the took the full force of His thrusts. He reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back hard, lifting her shoulders and breasts off the table, arching her back as far as he could while still stroking inside her. Again she cried out which spurred Him on as He continued gaining speed. Her mouth wide open, she continued to cry out with the roughness of the assault. Her breasts swayed with the rhythm: on each forward thrust her thighs banged against the edge of the table and He pulled her head back further then released her slightly, letting her head fall on the outward stroke. Again and again, becoming more brutal each time as He got closed to His own orgasm. As He climaxed, James took a chance and thrust his quickly uncovered penis in to her mouth, right down her throat grabbing a breast in each hand and squeezing them tightly. She winced in pain, back arched as her Owner let the scene bring him to climax. James continued to thrust hard and fast like a steam train but her Owner relaxed and withdrew letting her head flop forwards as much as it could go with Angus' penis holding it in place to a certain degree. "Always the opportunist James as ever, one day I'll have to train one for you. A nice wildcat of a thing, a spoilt rotten daddy's girl I think would be best. Don't worry I won't take all the fight out of her for you." He smiled as he fixed his clothing, walking over to the fireplace, pulling the cord on the right, to summon the waiter with their lunch. He then walked over to the long dining table which had been laid out with a place setting at each end and two settings on either side. He strode past the table, glancing out of the large window, turning to sit down at the head or the table facing the main entrance to the room. The sun shone over his shoulder on to the table. He motioned for the others to join him. Stuart to his immediate right next to his father Angus, Ian on his immediate left. The seat at the other end of the table remained vacant as did the seat next to Ian. As the waiter came in through the double doors, he saw the girl out of the corner of his eye. He was obviously used to such goings on at private lunch parties, he didn't miss a beat walking to the dining table carrying a large silver tray with several covered dishes on top. He looked up momentarily a couple of times trying to see something of the girl who was still being orally fucked by a red faced old man. He noticed that she'd obviously just been taken quite roughly from both ends as her eyes were red and face was wet from crying, her hair was messed up and those beautiful round arse cheeks he'd noticed when she walked through the lobby, had taken quite a beating of some sort. After James jerked a couple of times he grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, withdrawing quickly to see a strand of sperm lengthen between the tip of his penis and her tongue. "Look at me bitch." He said as she opened her eyess. He smiled staring at her with his cold eyes. "Show me, whore." She opened her mouth showing his sperm on her tongue. "Swallow it nicely and thank me , cum slut." She closed her mouth and swallowed, closing her eyes, momentarily losing eye contact with him as his sperm slid down her throat. She looked like she was eating the finest caviar she had ever tasted. His penis remained close to her mouth. "Lick it clean like a good whore and be quick about it as my food is getting cold." He said dryly and she dutifully licked his wrinkled old penis and long dangling ball sacks gently clean. He smiled at her again and turned away without further comment and walked to his seat at the dining table fixing his trouser. The girl lay her head down again on the table and closed her eyes. The waiter walked past her slowly, looking at her as she lay there bruised and spent, his trousers stiffened slightly as he reached the doorway. "Yes you can have her after you've served us our coffee and brandy." Said her Owner noticing the waiter's interest in February. The waiter backed out of the room smiling, relishing the thought of receiving his tip in kind. As he closed the doors he thought about how brutally he'd take her, glad that they hadn't been gentle on her body so that his marks wouldn't show on her body amongst all the others. She was already severely marked on her bottom and her breasts and nipples appeared to have not been spared either from what he could glimpse briefly from her raised position on the table when she was servicing the wrinkled old man. He closed the doors. "Now gentlemen, lets eat. " said her Owner as they all picked up their knives and forks. "February, clean yourself up and come sit at the end of the table." He motioned to a jug of water and a hand towel on a long sideboard to the left of the round table. The men had already started talking, not taking any notice of her as she cleaned herself behind them as best she could. She splashed the cold water on her face, smothed her hair, using the small mirror on the wall and wiped her Owner's sperm that was dripping from between her legs. She dabbed between her legs with a wettened edge of the towel then dapped with a dry edge. When she finished she walked quietly over and sat at the end of the long table, opposite her Owner. Bathed in full sunlight, sitting bolt upright her breast jutting out, her nipples still to attention, she crossed her palms in her lap. Her body was still complaining but for the moment she was able to look at Him knowing that soon she'd be leaving him to serve the young boy to whom she was in the process of being given to.