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Sandra's Summer Job

By: mollyj



Sandra stood in front, of the full-length mirror. Her hair, was done. Her makeup, was on. She was naked, as she viewed her image. Sandra had never considered herself, pretty.

She turned around before the mirror, to look at herself, critically. Sandra had just turned eighteen, two months ago. In many ways, she felt like a little girl. She didn't look like a little girl, in any way. 

As she turned, she could see her, wide, full, hips, and prominent ass. She felt somehow, that they were too big. Her ass and thighs, were taught. There was no, excess fat.

As she turned to face the mirror, her full tits stood high, on her chest. Even without a bra, she had a full cleavage. Sandra's breasts, were always, an embarrassment to her. Her tits came early, and large. When they emerged, most people, especially the men, stopped looking at her face.

Sandra's life changed, with the emergence of her tits. Besides the way men looked at her, and talked to her, she would flush with sexual excitement, for no reason. She would suddenly find herself, with wet, sticky, panties.

The worst part, was her nipples. They stood up, and shouted, when she found herself flushed, with excitement. Sandra wore padded bras, not for fullness, she had plenty of size. She wore them, to mute the rigid points, that pushed her blouses out, when she got excited. Sandra was sure, that everyone noticed, her erect nipples. And, the smell.

When she flushed, with sexual excitement, she could smell, the pungent, musky, aroma, of a woman in heat. Sandra sometimes felt, as if she would die, of embarrassment, when it happened. Especially, if there were people, close to her.

Sandra knew, exactly, what excited her. She had known, every since she had found the erotic library, in the Wilson's closet. Finding the library, and reading it, brought her knowledge, of sexual domination, and slavery.

Sandra had masturbated, before she found the books. Her fantasies, had always included, some form of force being used, to obtain her participation. She had found pleasure, in her juvenile fantasies, but never lust.

Her lust was, now aroused, by fantasies, of her enslavement. When Sandra found those fantasies, her orgasms became intense, and full. She could no longer remain silent, when she masturbated. Sandra was determined, to see her fantasies, became real.

Sandra had not aroused any lust, as she surveyed herself, in the mirror. She knew, exactly, how to do that. Sandra posed herself, in front of the mirror. She bowed her head, in submissiveness. Sandra pulled her arms, behind her back. She grasped her wrists, in her hands.

The effect was immediate, and powerful. It was as if, Sandra had taken an aphrodisiac. The musky scent, of her arousal, filled her nose. Through lowered eyes, she could see her nipples swell, with passion.

Sandra knelt onto the pillow, that lay on the floor, in front of her. She imagined Roy Wilson, standing before her. He was bared, to the waist. He was standing, with a whip in his hand. In Sandra's fantasy, she felt the whip, which Roy used, to force her legs apart.

Sandra was in, the classic pose, of a pleasure slave. She had read all about it, in the Wilson's library. Sandra's fantasy, had Roy stroking, his erection. He forced her, to do her own fore play, as he watched. She prepared herself, for her own violation.

The fantasy was powerful, in her mind. Sandra was soon convulsing in orgasm. She shielded her cries, with one hand, as she brought them forth, with the other hand. Sandra was no longer, able to stay upright. She fell onto her side, on the plush rug, and dreamed of her ravishment, at Roy's hand. She shuddered, in her pleasure.

When Sandra's orgasm, and after glow, subsided, she got up. She continued her preparation, for the prom, she was not going to. She knew, she was not going, to the prom. Her mother, and her father, believed, she was going, to the prom. As she returned to the preparations, for her enslavement, she thought about the events, that led her, to this night.

CHAPTER

Sandra had been, the Wilson's baby sitter, and house watcher, since her family moved into, their present home.  Their house was three blocks away, from Joe Wilson's house.  Joe Wilson, was her father's boss. They probably could not afford, the fancy house they lived in, if it had not been a perk, to get her father to move.

The move, was hard on Sandra. She had left, a stable environment, and life long, friends. The Wilson's, were socialites. They were constantly, on the go. It was a steady source of income, for Sandra. Like any, curious kid, Sandra had looked into everything, in the house, that was not locked. Sandra pried, and snooped, but never took anything.

The large, walk in closet, in the master bedroom, was always closed, and locked. About six months ago, Sandra was amazed to see, the closet, standing open. After that night, the Wilson's, never locked the closet. Sandra was excited, when she tucked the kids, into bed. She knew, she would explore the closet, as soon as they were settled, and asleep.

The closet was an erotic wonderland, for Sandra. The folding doors, shielded both ends, of the closet. The ends of the closet, were like dark alcoves. Sandra gasped, when she switched on the light, at Sharon Wilson's, end of the closet. Corsets, and various sexy outfits hung in a row. There was a dresser, against the wall. The dresser contained underwear, of various types, all of them sexy, and brief. The top two dresser drawers, contained sex toys, and various restraints.

The other end of the closet had a rack, built onto the wall. The rack contained, a variety of whips. On either side of the whips, was the small library. One side had, illustrations, and photos. The other side, had many volumes, of written erotica. All of the books, and pictures, had a common theme. That theme was sexual domination, and servitude.

The night that Sandra had found the library, she had her first real orgasm. Lying on the Wilson's, large, bed, Sandra viewed the illustrations, and photos. She fantasized herself, in positions of bondage, and servitude. Sandra's vagina, began to swell. She leaked secretions, from her open vagina, as she shuddered out, her first, real, orgasm.

Sandra's fantasies, since that night, were always of her sexual servitude, to her master. The master, in her mind, was always Roy Wilson. Sandra's orgasms were explosive, when she thought of Roy dominating her, and taking her virginity. Sandra's orgasms left her exhausted, and filled with pleasure.

Sandra was not sure, when the plan formed, in her mind. One day, it was just there. Once the plan formed, Sandra thought of nothing else. One night, three month's ago, Roy was driving her home, from babysitting. Sandra summoned all, of her courage.

"Roy, I was wondering, if you could take me to dinner, some time. Somewhere quiet, so we could talk. I've something, of a personal nature, I'd like to discuss."

"I'll make arrangements, and call you. I'd love to have dinner, with such a beautiful, young, woman."

Sandra blushed deeply.

"Thank you. I'll wait, for your call."

Sandra went straight to bed, that night. She masturbated herself, into exhaustion.

Sandra met Joe, at the restaurant. It was a small, quite fancy place.  When Sandra gave her name, she was escorted, to a secluded table, in the back of the restaurant. Joe arrived, shortly after she did. Joe took over the ordering, and poured her a glass of wine. On regular occasions, throughout the meal, Joe refilled, her wine glass. When Joe spoke, at the end of the meal, Sandra was almost tipsy.

"Well Sandra, what is on your mind?"

Sandra was blushing. She felt a little tongue tied, as she spoke.

"I've been thinking of college. I want to go, but my family can't afford to send me. I've made good grades, but not good enough to get a scholarship. It's quite expensive, to go to college, now days.  I've made a budget, that I think, will cover it."

Sandra reached into her purse. She produced an envelope. She handed it, to Roy.

"I need to earn this much money, this summer."

Roy looked at the figures, then spoke, with a laugh.

"You can't earn that kind of money, babysitting. Even if I gave you, a cushy job in my office, you still, would not make that much money. Do you have something in mind?"

Sandra blurted it out, before she lost her courage.

"I'm willing to sell myself to you, as a slave, for the summer."

Joe laughed lightly, as he spoke.

"This is, quite, unexpected. It's a bold plan. Are you sure?"

Sandra was blushing, furiously.

"I'm quite sure."

Sandra looked around, to be sure that she was unobserved, as she peeled off her shoulder straps, and bra straps, from her shoulders. Sandra bared her breasts to him. Sandra spoke, with her shoulders back, and her head bowed.

"I think, I'm well qualified, for the job."

Sandra looked up, with a sly smile.

"I understand that experience is not required, or desired. I am perfect, for the job. I have no experience, in this field."

Sandra recovered her breasts.

"I assure you, I'm a virgin, in every way."

Joe was smiling.

"I've already made, my summer plans."

Sandra's shoulders, and her aura, dropped.

"However, I might be able to adjust my plans, to include you. I will have to think about it. I'll let you know."

Joe reached across the table. He fondled Sandra's tits.

"It's an inviting offer."

Joe removed his hand, and returned to small talk, through the rest of the meal.

Joe drove Sandra home, after the dinner. He stopped the car, in a park, along the way. He turned in the seat, to look at her.

"It's a lot of money. I want to check out, the merchandise."

Joe was quite intimate, in his inspection. He kissed, and fondled, Sandra, until she was panting, with desire.

" The package is fine. I need to know, if you are cooperative."

Joe was smiling broadly, as he pulled out his erection.

"A slave is obedient, to her master. Suck my cock, little pleasure slave."

Sandra blushed deeply, as she followed her orders.

Sandra had never sucked a cock, before. She was not sure, if she was doing it right. She used all of her imagination, as she took the erection, into her mouth. Sandra's jaw was getting tired, when she, finally, felt Joe's erection, swell in her mouth, as he rose to his orgasm.

Joe became rough, as he handled Sandra's head. He filled her mouth, with his semen, in powerful spurts, deep into the back, of her mouth. Sandra wanted more.

Joe let her off, with a, deep, kiss, and a, light, fondle.

Sandra went immediately, to bed. She masturbated herself, into exhaustion. She, finally, slipped into a fitful sleep. Her hand was as tired, as her jaw had been, in the car, with Joe. Sandra's dreams were insistent, and deeply erotic. That morning, she was still tired, as she rose to her day.

Last month, the Wilson's had invited Sandra, and her parents, to dinner at their house. After dinner, Joe talked to them, in the living room.

"Sandra has been such a help, to our family. The kids think of her as a big sister, rather than a baby sitter. She has always been, prompt, courteous, and trustworthy. Sandra expressed her disappointment, at not having the funds, for college. I have pulled some strings. I have arranged for a complete scholarship, for Sandra, at my old alma mater."

Joe laid down a package of papers.

"It's a, quite, generous package. I'm sure, you'll agree."

Sandra's parents looked over her shoulder, as she read the figures. Sandra's father spoke, after scanning the details.

"It is, indeed, generous."

Joe let them look the package over, for awhile.

"As you can see, her program starts, with a foreign study group this summer. She'll have to leave, the night of the prom. The schedule is tight."

Joe looked over at Sandra.

"I have a personal favor, to ask of you."

Sandra looked at Joe. Her voice was sweet, and coy.

"Anything that I can do for you, I will. This scholarship, is the answer to my dreams."

"You know my nephew, Allen?"

Sandra nodded.

"He's been having family issues. He's missed, most of the social occasions, this year. He is out of town, right now. He, really, wants to go to the prom. He doesn't have a date. If you don't have a date, for the prom, perhaps he could take you. It would mean a lot, to him."

"I'd love to go to the prom, with Allen. He's so sweet."

"That takes care, of that. It'll be a busy day. Allen is also, going on the study group. You can both leave, from the prom, to the boat."

Joe looked at Sandra.

"You'll need a passport. Other than that, everything else, has been arranged. Once you are on the boat, all decisions, will be made for you. You only have, to follow instructions."

Sandra blushed. She hoped that her parents, did not notice her nipples, as they swelled to erection. Or, smell, her rising lust.

CHAPTER

Sandra stood in front of the mirror, quite pleased, as she surveyed her appearance. Sandra's dress, was form fitting, and short. The gown, had only one shoulder strap. It was cut low, and fit tight.

Sandra's cleavage was ample, and predominate. Her wide hips, and full ass, accentuated, Sandra's narrow waist. Sandra's underwear was, almost, non-existent. No more than little pieces of clothe, in strategic positions. Her underwear, was designed, to accentuate her charms, rather than to conceal them. Sandra's heels, buckled onto her ankles.

Sandra smiled, as she saw the mature young woman, that looked back at her, from the mirror. Sandra walked downstairs, to her parent's, pleased, approval. Sandra's mother, had tears in her eyes.

"My little girl, has grown up."

Sandra said to herself, Not yet mother. But, I'll be all grown up, before this night is over.

Sandra startled, at the sound of the doorbell. The sound not only startled her, it brought a fresh flush, of sexual excitement, to her. The excitement spread out, through her body.

Sandra was, instantly, in a state of sexual arousal. The door bell acted like, an aphrodisiac to her. Her heart was racing. Her body was flushed, with excitement. Her face was flushed, with emotion. The heady aroma of lust, arose up around her, like a cloud.

Sandra opened the door. Her hands, and her lower lip, were trembling. She, and her parents, expected to see Joe's nephew, Allen. In the driveway, was a sparkling clean, limo. The driver was standing at the door, with an orchid corsage, in a plastic box.

"Master Allen has been delayed, at the airport. He regrets the delay. I have been instructed, to take you to the airport, where we will meet master Allen. From there, we'll proceed to the dance. Regrettably, we'll be about an hour late. I'll proceed as fast, as safety will allow."

Sandra's father, pinned the flower to her shoulder strap. He kissed her on the cheek.

"Hurry along, no sense being any later, than necessary."

Sandra's mother, embraced her daughter, with tears in her eyes. She felt as if, she would never see her little girl again.

"Have fun. Write me. I can't believe, you will be gone, all summer."

Sandra's luggage, had been picked up, earlier that day. All of the details, of her adventure, had been taken care of. Sandra felt free, of her house, and home, for the first time. Sandra followed the driver, to the back door of the limo. She looked back wistfully, as she waved goodbye, to her parents.

Sandra was, somewhat afraid. She was not sure, what to expect, or when to expect it. The driver helped her, into the dark interior. The only light in the car, was a soft glow, at floor level. The tinted windows, shut out the bright light, of early evening. The interior of the limo, was in darkness.

Sandra's enslavement began, the instant the limo door was closed, by the driver.

As the door closed, on her captivity, a hand reached out, and grabbed her, by her hair. The unseen assailant, pulled her, roughly, to the floor.

Sandra instinctively, raised her head to scream. A rough hand, pushed a ball gag, into her open mouth. Sandra's hands, were pulled behind her back. They were quickly, and securely, bound.

Sandra could smell, the sweet aroma, of the crushed orchid on her shoulder. The man, roughly, pulled up Sandra's dress. He striped her ass, with several sharp blows, of a whip. The pain was intense.

Sandra's fantasies of being whipped, were not like this, at all. Sandra was weeping, from the pain, and the indignities, the man was taking with her body.

His voice, was harsh.

"Do what you are told, or I'll beat you unconscious."

Sandra lay on the floor, in tears. The man inspected her body, with his hands. He reached his hand, into her crotch. Sandra instinctively, closed her legs, tight.

The man said nothing. He used the whip, on Sandra's, almost, naked ass. Sandra was sobbing, as she relaxed her legs, giving him open access, to her charms.

Sandra was embarrassed, as the man stroked her. Sandra's panties were wet. Her vagina was open, as he explored her intimately. His finger found her maidenhead.

"Just the way she likes them, sweet and pure."

Sandra's head reeled, as she heard him speak.

"No."

Her plea was muffled, by the gag in her mouth. Her mind, was running, like crazy. She was sure, he had said, 'she.' Sandra was in turmoil, as she fought back the tears.

Joe was, to be the one. A 'him', not a 'her'. What did he mean, when he said, 'she' wanted her pure. Sandra was, almost, in a panic. It had started so soon, and was starting out, all wrong.

The man finished his inspection. He pulled Sandra up onto her knees, by her hair. The pain was intense. She was crying softly, from the indignity, as well as the pain.

Sandra's eyes, adjusted to the dim light. She saw the man's face, just before, he placed, a tight fitting blindfold, over her eyes.

Sandra was horrified. The man inspecting her body, was not Joe. This man, was a stranger to her. Sandra blushed deeply. Her tears were flowing, down her cheeks. The man slapped Sandra, soundly, across her face.

He growled, with menace in his voice.

"Scream, and I'll slap you silly."

The man pulled the ball gag, from her mouth. He let it fall, to her neck.

"Please, there has been a mistake."

The man laughed.

"The only mistake, made here, has been made by you. Your mistake is, you got caught."

The man held her head still, with her hair. He kissed her lewdly. His kiss was wet, and intrusive. He explored her mouth, with his tongue. When his kiss was finished, he licked Sandra's face. Sandra pulled away, from the lewd assault.

The man pushed her onto the floor, on her stomach. He used the whip on her ass. His voice was harsh.

"You'll never pull away from me, or anyone else, ever again. Your body, is no longer your own. It's now, a toy. I intend to play. I get paid, just as much, for a girl that is bruised, as one that's not."

The man pulled Sandra up, onto her knees, before him. He licked Sandra's face, again. This time, she did not pull away. Sandra wanted to pull away, from his, lewd, wet tongue. Her fear, kept her in place.

He kissed her again. He mauled her tits. He was rough, in his play.  His wet mouth, was all over her face, neck, and tits. Sandra was in tears, of humiliation.

The man released Sandra. She knelt before him, with tears streaming down, her red cheeks, from under the blindfold. Sandra heard his zipper open. Sandra plead, in a soft voice.

"Please don't. I can't, do it."

"You'll do it. Easy, or hard. You'll do it."

The man pushed Sandra's mouth, onto his erection. Sandra knelt in submission, letting him violate her mouth, with his cock.

The man pulled his erection, from her mouth. He pushed her, onto the floor. This time, he whipped her across her ass, then onto her upper thighs. The pain was intense. Sandra was in hysterical tears.

He pulled her back up, by her hair.


Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 02



Note: I hope the beta reader is right. My mistress was very angry about the commas.

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Sandra adopted the proper pose for a slut slave and spoke softly. "Mistress, I do ask for one small reward. If it pleases my Mistress."

Sharon walked a short ways away from Sandra. She looked down at Sandra's kneeling form. Mary knelt close beside her.

"You want something else, besides Connie?"

Sandra replied without looking up. "Mistress, in the excitement of the moment. I was somewhat negligent in my duties to you. I was disrespectful to your maid. It will not happen again. I'll serve your maid as I serve you. I know my place. Connie is two. I'm three. My request is something that would be of service to my Mistress."

"If not Connie, perhaps it is Mary you want rid of."

Sandra responded immediately. "Oh no Mistress. You were exactly right. Mary and I are becoming good friends. It does have to do with Mary, I do not want to be separated from her. I would just like a longer chain, if it pleases my Mistress. A longer chain would be of benefit to my Mistress."

"I can see how a longer chain would be of value to you. I wonder how it would benefit me. This had better amuse me."

Sandra continued with her explanation. "Mistress, Mary is somewhat lax in her education. I know that the Mistress will call on Mary's service for her pleasure. If Mary is as unskilled with her mouth, as she is with her hands, she will bring no pleasure to my Mistress."

"If the chain were long enough, I could further her education. If it were long enough that I could kneel between her legs, I could show her how to please my Mistress. I would also raise her passion. You did say you had no use for a cold whore. Mary is not cold, but she is far from being hot."

Amused, Sharon replied, "If the chain were long enough, that you could kneel between Mary's legs. It would also be long enough to put Mary between your legs."

Sandra nodded. "I had thought of that myself Mistress. I'm sure that my Mistress would not like my temperature to drop either."

Sharon laughed. "Not a chance in hell. Your thermostat is stuck on full. You have amused me. I'll grant you your wish." Sharon narrowed her eyes. She slashed Sandra with her whip, on the sides of Sandra's thighs. "Do not mistake me for Glenda the good witch, just because I grant you a wish."

"Yes Mistress."

"I'm still interested in your sudden change of heart as to Connie. You will speak to me about that. Now!" Sharon emphasized her command, with her whip on Sandra's flat stomach.

"Mistress, it is not my place to determine if, or when, you give me Connie. I only made a suggestion to my Mistress. I am patient as well as obedient. Some day you will be bored and you will throw a slut slave to Connie to play with. One day it will be me that the Mistress chooses to throw to Connie. We will see on that day, who is the cat and who is the mouse."

Connie walked up to Sandra and slapped her. "You insolent bitch!"

"Yes Mistress, I am an insolent bitch. I'm sure that you will educate me, as I'll educate Mary. We'll both do it in our Mistress' service."

Sharon began laughing. "It seems like we will have a cat fight before this is over. I'll film it, it will amuse me and the paying customers."

Sharon called Sandra and Mary to her with her eyes and gestures. She had them kneel before her and then removed the chain that bound them together.

"Mary, lay down," Sharon commanded.

"Yes Mistress."

Sharon pointed toward Mary and instructed Sandra. "Sandra kneel between Mary's legs like a good teacher."

"Yes Mistress."

Sandra began Marys education, as Sharon measured the distance between the two of them. Sandra went to the back wall by the large bed. She opened and rummaged through one of the drawers built into the wall. Sharon went to the women on the floor and chose the right length of chain from the selection she had brought from the drawer. She threw the rest of the chains aside, the clash ringing in the quiet room. Sharon re-chained Sandra to her student, as Mary found her small orgasm.

"Listen up everybody. We will have a one hour break. Then we film again."

Sharon then turned her attention onto Sandra and Mary, "You two will be in the film. There is a hot tub on deck. There is catering. You will relax and rest. Remember I will not tolerate fat slaves. You will drink no alcohol during the first half hour. You will each drink two of the catered drinks, in the second half hour. You are still slut slaves. Do not forget it. You are still at anyones call, at any time."

The women answered in unison,"Yes mistress."

Sharon turned and walked away. She called her maid to her, as she left the room.

Sandra stood up. It was nice to be able to move freer. Sandra helped Mary up and walked out onto the deck of the boat. It might be called a ship, the boat was very large. It was not a cruise ship, but it was large. Sandra looked out onto the deck. She was standing on a raised deck that included the filming location and the general play room.

Two decks below her was an open deck that was like a playground for adults. Sandra could see the hot tub and the catering area. There was also a modest swimming pool.

Mary started to go down the steps to the deck. Sandra pulled her back. Sandra's curiosity led her to the back of the boat. She just had to see the whole thing. The back of the boat was somewhat dull.

There was a raised deck that had glass all around it. That deck was higher than all the rest. Sandra could see people in the glass enclosed room. She thought that they were probably steering the boat. She hoped someone was steering the boat. She wondered where they were steering the boat to. Sandra led Mary back to the stairs. She thought to herself, Where ever they are going, I'm going too. There's no going home from here.

Sandra and Mary each got a small plate of catered food. They took it to the hot tub, sat the food down and removed their slut slave uniforms. They sat their shoes, stockings, and slut slave garters aside.

Sandra felt deep rushes of pleasure as the hot water enfolded her. The hot water brought all of her bruises back up to her mind. They tingled. The light pain and the sultry hot water brought Sandra's passion back up.

It was the pleasure of passion, rather than that of roaring lust. Sandra ate some food. The savory flavors also elicited her pleasure. Sandra thought to herself, My job may have started all wrong, but it's turning out all right.

Sandra moved up to Mary. She was smiling as she kissed Mary, then whispered. "I saw you take that big monster cock."

Mary flushed. Sandra kissed her again. She fondled Mary as she spoke, "You liked it. It got you off. I could see it in your eyes."

Mary flushed brighter red. Her eyes were sparkling. She returned the kiss. Giggling nervously, she replied, "Sandra, I was so frightened when I saw it. I couldn't believe it. I didn't think it could possibly fit in me."

Mary's passion was raising as she continued, "It was just like I imagined it to be. Not like the first night of the cruise at all."

Sandra laughed. "You imagined a monster cock taking you? I would never have guessed it."

Mary giggled. "No Sandra, I never imagined a monster cock. The man behind it, was just like the man I have always pictured in my mind. He is beautiful. After the cock got into me, it was beautiful also."

Mary kissed Sandra with passion. She fondled Sandra's breasts. "Sandra. I could fuck him all day."

Sandra smiled. "I am sure you will be fucking all day and all night. With him and everyone else on this boat. Except, maybe, whoever is steering the boat." Sandra backed off a little and ate some more.

She lay back in the hot water. "Our mistress told us to relax. I think the only way you'll relax is if you jack off. I'll be watching. I want to see it and hear it.

"Yes mistress."

Mary preformed the dance of lust before Sandra. As her passion rose she spoke. "It was so good. I want him. No matter who I fuck, I'll be dreaming of him. No one on this ship can fuck like he can."

Mary rose to orgasm. She shared her pleasure with Sandra into her mouth. Sandra cuddled with Mary and finished her food. Sandra remembered her Mistresses orders. She pulled Mary out of the tub and walked to the bar.

She spoke to the bartender. "Two each of something that tastes good."

Sandra and Mary returned to the hot tub. As they drank in silence, Sandra thought of the coming film session. It brought waves of pleasure just thinking about it.

Mary dreamed of the shining man of her dreams. As they finished their drinks a male slave walked into the area. "Film call, five minutes."

Sandra watched two other slut slaves approach the hot tub. Sandra had seen them last night in the service of their masters. Sandra had no idea how many slut slaves were on board with her. She smiled as she thought of the new slut slave, Beth Roberts.

She could hardly wait to see her teacher again. She wanted to see his eyes when he saw his wife in costume kneeling next to Mary and herself. The only thing that would be better was to see Connie kneeling next to Beth in a slut slave costume.

Both of the slaves removed their shoes. They stepped into the tub with their stockings still on. The slut slave holding the whip spoke. "Your mistress has ordered you warmed for the filming. Both of you out of the water."

On one side of the hot tub was a padded ledge wide enough to lay down on. The slave with the whip spoke to Sandra. "You. On your stomach."

The other slave spoke to Mary "You. On your back." Sandra and Mary climbed out of the water. Sandra lay on her stomach. She positioned herself so that her head was over Marys. Sandra kissed Mary deeply. "You're so beautiful You're going to get fucked for the camera. The camera is like a thousand eyes. It'll excite you so much."

Sandra jumped a little as the whip kissed her bare ass. Sandra kissed Mary as the whip kissed her. Sandra's lust rose with each lash. She sucked the passion out of Marys mouth.

Mary received the slut slave's mouth. Her vagina accepted the slaves kisses and turned them into lust. In Mary's mind she was being fucked by the shining man. She longed to know his name.

Sandra was rolled onto her back away from Mary's passion. Sandra had her own passion. Sandra had never thought about lesbian love before. She had never thought of her own dominance.

She thought of them both right now. As the slut slave raised Sandra's lust, she dreamed of pushing Mary's face into her crotch. The thought of her using a whip on Mary as she serviced her brought shivers of excitement to Sandra.

Sandra's mind was as active, as the slaves mouth was between her legs. Sandra's orgasm was not raging, it was gentle and full. Sandra was satisfied for the moment, but only for the moment.

The slut slaves ordered Sandra and Mary on their knees as they put their shoes on. The slave with the whip spoke sharply as she drew the women to their feet. "Leave your costumes. Follow me."

Sandra and Mary obediently followed the slave. They were naked except for their collars and the chain that bound them together.

Sandra held Marys hand as they were led back to the filming studio. Sharon met them as they entered. "How sweet, walking hand in hand. You two look as if you have found true love. Next, you will be fawning over each other. I hope it brings your passion up. If it does not, I will raise it for you."

Sharon pushed the women onto their knees. She began to use the whip on them as they knelt. Sharon concentrated her whip on Sandra, but she did not leave Mary out of the action. Sharon pulled Sandra's mouth up to her crotch. Sandra serviced her Mistress with passion. Sharon pushed Sandra away from her. She captured Mary's hair as she pulled her up to her crotch. Mary went about her work with enthusiasm.

Sharon spoke as Mary continued. "Thats much better Mary. However, it still lacks both style and passion. Sandra is right, you do need more instruction."

Sharon pushed Mary from her. Mary landed on her back on the floor. Sharon glared down at her. Sharon's voice was as cold as steel as she used the whip on Mary's tits. "You little bitch! You had better be a good student, I expect better than that. You do not have much time to learn. You will graduate on the island. When I sell your ass on the island, you had better act like the professional whore the customers are paying for. Your mouth will be like velvet whither you are sucking pussy or cock. Your little pussy will drip on cue or I will beat you until you can't walk."

Mary's tears flowed. There was no passion in her mind, except for one small corner. From that corner of her mind, Mary saw the shining man standing over her. There was only obedience in her reply. "Yes Mistress, I'll learn to please you and your customers well."

"See that you do. The camera can't feel your passion. It can, however, see your bruises. If you do not raise my passion soon you'll be purple from your neck to your knees."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon walked up to Connie. She embraced her and kissed her deeply. Holding her she spoke so that Mary could hear her. "This is your big chance to shine. You're the star of our movie today. Get your costume on, remember I'll be watching."

Connie knelt her head. She flirted with Sharon with her eyes, "Yes mistress."

Sharon returned to Sandra and Mary. Marys eyes were dry. Sandra's eyes were shining. Sharon spoke calmly. "It is time for you to get into your costumes. You will dress yourselves before the camera. A little make-up is in order."

As Sharon spoke attendants rolled both women onto their stomachs. They applied make up to the womans body's, completely covering their bruises. They stood the women up and covered the bruises on the front of their bodies.

As the attendants completed the concealment, Sharon continued. "You are two girls getting ready for a hot double date. You will raise each others passion. You will not fuck."

Sharon led the women still chained together at the neck onto the stage. Stopping, she turned and grimaced slightly at the chain on both their necks. "Your chain is out of place for this scene. It will just have to do. I have no intention of removing your chain, even for a movie scene."

Sharon used her whip to obtain both Sandra and Marys attention. She glared at them. "Get this right bitches! I only film once! Do it right! The pilot will hear your screams, if you do not. Get smiles on your faces and get into your clothes They are on the dressing table."

Sandra was relieved to know there was a pilot. Someone was steering the boat. Sandra found some comfort in that. She was only so comfortable with this whole ocean thing.

The curtain was closed. The harsh filming lights came on. Sharon exited the stage. "Roll the film."

Sandra needed no prompting to find her smile. Mary's smile convinced no one of her pleasure. Sandra quickly drew her into her arms. She shielded Marys face from the camera. She spoke softly to Mary. "Your man is getting ready to fuck you. His cock is rising watching you."

Sandra kissed Mary, fondling her as she did. Sandra broke away from and led her to the vanity table. The table faced a large mirror. Two piles of clothes and a table full of beauty supplies waited for them.

Sandra unfolded the pile of clothes. She could see that the clothes were not sexy. They were prim and proper. Sandra took her cue from the style. "It's so exciting! We'll be on a double date tonight. I thought our mother would never let us date. I'm so excited!"

Sandra continued to raise Marys passion as she spoke. One hand was busy between Mary's legs. Her other hand was busy between her own. Mary brightened up. She was finding her passion. Her passion rose at the possibility that she would be fucked by the shining man. She giggled as she thought to herself. The man with the monster cock.

Sandra was sure that this scene should not be long. She saw no dominance, or submission in the scene. She urged Mary to quickly dress. Their underwear was soft white cotton. Plain white panties and plain white bras. Both skirts buttoned to just below the knees. The blouses were modestly cut and their long sleeves left little skin bare.

Sandra brushed Marys hair. She fastened the sides back with a small set of barrettes. Lip gloss was all Sandra used on her.

Sandra brushed her short hair herself. Sandra lined her eyes and added color to her face. She applied a deep red color to her lips.

Sandra kissed Mary. She played to the camera. "It looks like we are ready for our date."

"Cut!", Sharon yelled as she walked up to the stage and glared at Mary.

She slapped Mary soundly. "What ever it takes, bitch. Find some passion. You are on the edge of discovering my wrath. Sandra can only cover so much."

As Sharon spoke a crew of stage hands efficiently changed the scene. The set transformed from a dressing room to a bedroom. The decor was plush. It showed opulence and wealth.

"You dressed yourselves so well that I'll dress you for your next scene."

She bound Sandra's hands behind her. Sharon efficiently bound Mary's hands in front of her. Sharron ripped both womens blouses open. She pushed the torn blouses off their shoulders. She peeled the bra straps and the bra cups away from their breasts.

Sharon was smiling. She was enjoying herself. She used a pair of scissors on the skirts. She tore the skirts around their hips. The women stood in ragged mini skirts. Sharon tore open the cotton panel in the front of Mary's panties. When she was done Marys panties fit like crotchless panties.

Attendants washed the foundation makeup from their body's. Their purple bruises appeared from under their camouflage. The attendants smudged both of their faces and their clothes with dirt They messed up both womens' hair.

Sharon applied fresh thin red stripes on both of the women. Sharon walked around the women. She stopped behind Sandra. She cut Sandra's cotton panties from her. She then cut the ragged skirt up the back on either side of Sandra's ass. Sharon tucked the flap into Sandra's belt. Sandra's ass was bare to the world. Sharon slashed bright new red stripes across Sandra's broad ass.

"You had better find some tears bitch. If you are still grinning when the cameras roll, I'll cripple you." Sharon growled as she slashed at Mary's legs.

"Your tears are perfect for this scene. They had better be gone before the cameras stop rolling. If you are not happily fucking before this is over, I will film your screams as your ass is being fucked."

Sharon led them off stage. Connie was waiting for them. Connie's blue heels were radical in their height. She was as tall as Sandra in her modest flat shoes. Her waist was cinched tightly by the bright blue corset. She held a thin whip in her hand.

"Quiet on the set. Lights," Sharon looked at the captured women. She renewed both of their tears with her whip.

"Connie has only one line. You have none. Connie's opening line has been given to her. She is on her own from there. Follow her cue. Become your characters." Sharon instructed as she stepped out of the light.

From the dark Sharon's voice called out, "Camera. Action."

Connie took the chain that connected Sandra and Mary. She drug the women into the light on the stage. Connie jerked them with the chain. Mary stumbled. Sandra fell.

Connie spoke to someone off stage. "I've brought the two slaves you purchased last night. I'll prepare them for you. I'll teach them their place, in my Masters' house."

Sandra thought the lines were presented quite stiff. The lines sounded artificial. Sandra knew no matter who blew the movie she would suffer with the rest of the cast. Sandra looked up at Connie from the floor. She narrowed her eyes. They were filled with defiance.




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 02



Sandra snapped sharply at Connie, "Bitch! Let my hands free and I'll slap you."

Connie was no longer acting. Her eyes became cold. Her eyes sparkled as she dropped the chain. She roughly pushed Mary to the floor. Connie was idly stroking her vagina. Her other hand directed the whip. She coldly covered Sandra with bright red stripes. "You slut whore. Shut your insolent mouth."

Connie used the whip on Sandra as she walked around her. Sandra's passion rose with each lash. She glared at Connie.

With each lash Sandra spoke. "Bitch."

Connie threw down the leather covered switch. She walked to the table on the edge of the set where she picked up a wide leather strap. The strap had a wooden handle the size and shape of a dildo.

While moving across the stage, Connie spoke artificially. "It seems my Master bought a slave that must be tamed. Thank you Master, I do love taming disobedient insolent slaves."

Connie walked to Mary. She used the wide whip once smartly across Mary's lightly covered ass as she told her. "You will become hot for your Master. Get on your knees and face your Master. Put your hands into your slimy cunt. Amuse yourself and your Master, or I'll amuse myself with this whip. You will sing the song of lust for your new Master. Or, you will sing a song of pain for him."

"Yes Mistress." Mary said as she rose to her knees. She was masturbating for her master. As her passion rose she masturbated for herself. Connie grinned broadly as she used the wide leather strap on Sandra's ass. She used it on her back. She used it on Sandra's sensitive thighs. The lashes were brutal. They bit deep into Sandra's flesh. Connie's passion did not raise. Her pleasure blossomed in her mind. Connie was so into her revenge she almost did not hear Sandra's plea when it came.

Sandra could not turn any more of the pain to pleasure. The pain was too intense. Her vagina was open and ready. Her mind was emblazoned with pain that took over every corner of her mind. "Please mistress. Please. Please stop. I will obey you. Please stop."

Connie smiled down a Sandra. Her lashes did not stop. The lashes viciously punished Sandra's flesh deep into the muscle. Connie was raging with contempt. She paused her lashes. "On your knees Bitch."

Connie stood before Sandra. Sandra could see that Connie was blocking the camera. Sandra turned, forcing Connie to move in order to maintain her position of superiority over Sandra before the camera.

Connie stood silent for a moment. When she spoke her voice was cold, tempered on the edges with satisfaction. "Lick my shoes bitch."

Sandra hesitated a moment. Connie used that moment to slap Sandra. The slap was vicious. Sandra leaned forward as Connie lashed her. She licked Connie's radical heels.

"You are my Masters slave. You'll serve him by serving me. My master waits to fuck you. He's not patient. When you have pleasured me, you'll pleasure him. You'll amuse my Master. I'll beat you until you do," Connie said as she pushed Sandra away.

Connie recaptured the chain that bound Sandra to Mary. She pulled the women in bondage to the large bed. She lay back propped up by pillows and pulled the women to her. Mary knelt between Connie's open legs. She used her bound hands and her open mouth for Connie's pleasure. Sandra knelt up and kissed Connie deeply.

"Mistress, you are so beautiful. You are so strong. Your whip commands me. How may I serve my Mistress?" Sandra was not playing a part. Her vagina raged. She needed to find relief. She wanted to be used by her Mistress. She wanted to be used by the unseen Master off stage. Sandra's mouth was as active on Connie's mouth as Mary's mouth was on Connie's open vagina.

"Give my your ass bitch," Connie growled.

"Yes Mistress."

Sandra did not need any more pain . Her passion and lust were both raised. Sandra never lost contact with the cameras. She stayed on her knees. She slid her legs open wide. She used the pain of Connie's whip to raise her passion higher. She gave her ass to Connie. She gave her lust to the camera.

Sandra roared out her song of lust. She shuddered as her orgasm exploded. Her orgasm came from the whip alone. Connie also found her orgasm. She found it from Mary's active mouth and Sandra's bright red ass. Sandra sang the aria while Connie sang harmony.

Mary's orgasm was over shadowed by their lustful song. Her pleasant orgasm came from her bound hands and her dreams of the shining man in her mind. Mary drank deeply from Connie's flowing fount.

Connie sank into her afterglow. She lost all contact with the camera. She was no longer the star of the movie. Sandra never lost contact with the camera. She played her part well. Sandra fell onto the bed and cried. "Please mistress. Please let me go. Please. Don't make me do this. Please."

Connie was brought back to the movie by Sandra's woeful pleading. Connie rose to her feet. She spoke to the Master off camera. "Your slaves are ready for your enjoyment master. Unless you wish them beaten more. A slave with a red ass is always more attentive to her Master."

The male star stepped on stage into the light. He pushed Connie down next to Sandra and Mary. He beat Connie first, then Sandra. Mary looked up at her dream. She beamed as she looked up at him. Mary began to masturbate. Her eyes sparkled. She sang out her lust for her Master with devotion in her eyes.

The Master lined up the three women on their knees. He knelt on the bed behind Connie. He slashed her naked ass. "Who is your master?"

Connie spoke with her head bowed. Tears were in her eyes, "You are my Master."

The Master turned Connie to face him. He never forgot the camera as he knelt in front of Connie. He pulled Connie forward. He pushed his monster cock into her mouth. "Here is your master. Kiss it. Your pleasure only comes from serving me."

Connie was unable to answer. The master fucked Connie's mouth. His pleasure was for the camera alone. He was unmindful of Connie's gagging and coughing. He fucked her mouth as he smiled into the camera. He moved behind Sandra. He used the whip on her back. "Who is your master?"

Sandra leaned further over. Her forehead touched the bed as she replied. "The whip is my Master Sir. I obey you because you hold my Master. I obey my Master because I love my Master."

The man whipped Sandra's ass and thighs. He did not care who or what she loved, as long as she obeyed. The man's lust was raising. He knelt behind Sandra. He thrust his erection into her. The erection found no resistance. Sandra's vagina was hungry. It took the erection greedily. Sandra's hips worked without any conscious volition on Sandra's part.

Mary turned on her knees. She crawled to the man. She kissed him deeply. Her hand was active between her legs. "You are my Master Sir. I love my Master also."

Marys kiss was filled with passion and devotion. She filled the mans mouth with the passion her hand had raised between her legs. She gave him her passion freely. She plead softly into his mouth. "Please Master give your lust to me. Fill my mouth with it. Fill my cunt with it. Put it anywhere. Please give it to me."

Mary's embrace became invasive. She pushed at Sandra. She screamed at her. "Get away from him bitch. He's mine."

Mary climbed up onto the mans body. She pushed him onto his back on the bed. Mary straddled his prone body. She smiled broadly as she guided the monster cock into her vagina. Her vagina stretched as she continued to push herself down. She was completely filled. Her vagina took it well. Her vagina fucked the man, as Mary filled the mans mouth with her devotion and her kisses.

Mary felt the man reaching for his orgasm. She slid off of his erection. She slid down his body and took the erection into her mouth. She masturbated him with her bound hands. The man roared into his orgasm. There was no room in Marys mouth for his cum. It spilled out her mouth. It covered his erection and her hand.

"Cut!" Sharon yelled from the shadows.

Sandra was laying on her stomach. She was still flirting with the camera. The harsh voice seemed like an intrusion into her love affair with the camera. Sandra saw Connie laying on her side masturbating. Her face was away from her audience. Sandra smiled to herself, I hope the audience likes her ass. It will soon be mine.

Sharon walked directly to Connie. The fury in her eyes was played out through her whip. "Fucking bitch. I did not send you on stage to enjoy yourself. I sent you to entertain my audience."

Sharon stood next to Mary. She pulled her head up, "It's about time you found your passion." Sharon slapped Mary. She spoke in words of steel, "He's not yours bitch. He's mine. You are mine. You'll give your passion to me."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon went to Sandra. She squatted down. She kissed Sandra deeply. "You, bitch, seem to be on a roll. You have saved two movies. Do not let it give you airs."

Sandra straightened herself up onto her knees. With a perfect posture Sandra spoke. "I have no airs Mistress. I did it for you. I only serve my Mistress and my Master her whip."

Sharon released both women's hands. Sharon spoke out to the audience. "In one hour the boys will be back. Break the set. Set up the play room. I expect to see all of the unattached slut slaves on their knees on the stage when the boys get back. Take a break right now. Relax. You will not get another chance. We all have a full plate tonight."

Sharon walked up to Connie. She glared down at her, "You will be on your knees in a slut slave uniform tonight. You had better entertain the boys tonight better that you entertained my audience today."

"Yes Mistress."

Connie left the room with tears in her eyes. Sandra took Marys hand and pulled her along behind her, "Another hot tub is in order."

Mary giggled. "Yes mistress."

CHAPTER

Sandra was kneeling on the stage when the men returned from their fishing trip. She knelt with a pleased smile. She felt good. She held Mary in a light embrace. Her pleasure came from seeing Beth Roberts and Connie kneeling beside her. Beth was in turmoil and was quietly crying.

Connie was seething as she knelt. Her thoughts were of Sandra. Her thoughts were as cold and vicious as her whip and hand had been in the film. She wanted a whip and Sandra's ass. Her seething anger could not be masked by the plastic smile she wore as she waited. There was nothing erotic about her thoughts.

Mary knelt with sparkling eyes. She had broken out of the thin shell of respectability her mother had spent so long building around her. Mary felt free in her bondage to her Mistress. Sharon was her Mistress in name only. Sandra was her Mistress in her mind.

Mary relaxed in the knowledge that Sandra could lead her through anything. Mary was thankful for the chain that bound her to Sandra. She was sure she would be in total panic without it. Her sanity was held together by the same chain that bound her body to Sandra.

There was real fear in her mind thinking of the island. She did not fear the pain it would bring. She feared being alone without Sandra's help. She did not think she could stand going through it alone.

Sandra looked around. She saw no sign of Sharon. She spotted Mr. Roberts at once. Most of the men went to their partners or to the catering station. Mr. Roberts went directly to the slut slaves. His only thoughts were of Sandra and Mary.

He stopped suddenly as he approached them. He was shocked to see Beth on her knees beside them. His face turned from shock to bright amusement as he approached his kneeling wife.

Beth looked up with tears in her eyes and quietly begged. "James, please help me. Take me to our room. I have never been so humiliated."

Sandra smiled as she spoke. "Mistress Sharon will not be pleased if you rescue Beth from her duties. She was smiling when she put her on her knees. Your wife is now my fellow worker. She is a slut slave just like me."

Sandra got an impish smile on her face. "You missed seeing her on her knees licking my pussy. Perhaps my master would like an instant replay. I would."

Beth glared at Sandra. Sandra ignored her as she continued. "Perhaps you would rather have Ms. Connie. Mistress Sharon's maid is rarely put out onto the floor. It might be your only chance. I am sure her asshole is as tight as mine. It's probably tighter since you have used me so well."

Connie joined Beth in her cold seething glare at Sandra.

Sandra masturbated as she spoke. "Maybe you would rather have Mary or myself. I love it when you fuck me. You are so powerful. I'm wet just thinking about it."

Mr. Roberts was in a turmoil of his own. All of Sandra's suggestions were exciting to him. He was like a kid in a candy shop. He decided to taste them all. His erection was full. He slipped off his pants. He used his wifes mouth first.

"I'm not sure how you got here. I have no intention of crossing Sharon. She put you on your knees. I'll enjoy you on your knees," he said to his wife as he fucked her mouth, a smug smile gracing his lips.

He was enjoying his wifes servitude. He moved his erection into Connie's mouth. "I love fucking snotty bitches like you. Your nose will no longer be in the air when I am finished with you."

He pushed Connie from him and said, "Put your ass in the air. I will fuck it after I have turned it red."

"Yes Master."

He began to lash at Connie's upturned ass with glee. Sharon pushed Mary towards him. She guided Mary's mouth to his erection as she offered her tits to his mouth. Mary followed her Mistress' silent order. Mary sucked his cock with passion and an animated mouth.

Sharon spoke to Mr. Roberts as she watched his passion rise. "Master it excites me so to watch you. She'll still be snotty when you're done whipping her. The only thing that will master her is your big cock in her little ass."

All of the stimulation of the scene and Mary's eager mouth brought him to his orgasm. His vision of domination faded with his erection as he filled Mary's mouth with his lust.

Sandra laid him back onto the cushions and pillows. She continued to feed him her tits. Several of the other men surrounded Connie. Her snotty attitude and superior airs had not won her any friends. Nothing could hid the joy in Sandra's eyes as the men abused Connie.

Sandra did not get side tripped by her joy. She was on a roll. "Master, it excites me so, when you are near me."

Sandra pulled Beth up and displayed her for the resting man. Trying to hide her own enjoyment at the expense of Beth, she continued, "Beth must learn her place. Mistress Sharon will beat her bad if not. I'm sure it will excite you to watch her on her knees between my legs. I am sure you'll be ready soon. I do hope you'll let me share some of your pleasure. I know it will excite Beth. She was so passionate when she sucked me off earlier."

Mr. Roberts was grinning. Mary continued to use her mouth on his soft cock. Sandra did not wait for orders or commands. She lay back next to Mr Roberts as she pulled Beth's head down to her open vagina. Beth preformed her task with no passion.

Sandra whimpered, "Make her do it. You are so strong. You can make her do it right. Your whip will bring her to her task. Then your cock can take her like you have always wanted to take her. I am sure she has never given you her ass. Make her do it right. Please Master, she will serve you well as soon as she has been put in her place."

Passion returned to his eyes. He picked up his whip. He applied it to his wife's ass and ordered her, "Get her off. Do your job slut slave. Suck her good. Get her hot."

Sandra lay back. She was in heaven. Beth became animated with her mouth as her husband slashed at her. Mary continued it use her mouth on him. His erection had returned with force. Sandra looked over at Connie's violation and abuse. She was on her hands and knees. She had a cock in her mouth. Her mouth opened to scream as an erection was buried into her ass. Her open mouth did not emit a scream. Her mouth was filled further with the erection in it.

Sandra was filled with joy. She was excited. Her passion was full. Her lust was not raised. Her orgasm into Beth's mouth was satisfying but not powerful. She knew her domination could bring her passion. Only submission to the whip would raise her lust.

Sandra spotted a tube of lubrication that had been discarded next to Connie. She retrieved it and handed it to Mary. "Get Beth ready. Our master will put her in her proper place."

Beth cried. She tried to get away. Sandra held her in place by her hair. Sandra pulled her face up. She slapped her. She pushed Beth's face back down to her wet crotch as she yelled. "Serve your master bitch! Serve him by serving me!"

Mr. Roberts was into the domination of his wife. He used the whip as he spoke his commands. "Suck her. Get her off. It pleases me. Your ass will please me next."

Beth moaned. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. She wailed as Mary spread the slick lubrication onto and into her ass. She kicked her feet. She pulled her face with difficulty from Sandra's wet crotch.

Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Please James. Please. Don't do this. Please."

Beth's husband smiled a deep satisfying smile. Mary greased up his erection and looked up at him with a coy smile. "Your slut slave is ready for your use Master."

Mary placed his erection onto the target. Mary stood as close to him as the chain would allow. She offered her small tits to his mouth. He took his wifes' virginity as he fondled Mary's small body. He had never been happier than he was right now.

Sandra pulled Beth's head up. She looked into her eyes with glee. Beth's scream filled the room. Sandra growled into her ear, "Scream bitch. I love the sound. Scream for your master and for me."

Beth's scream continued as her husband used her like the slut slave she had become. Sandra watched in fascination as Beth's pain turned into lust. Sandra saw Beth's eyes turn to coals of burning lust. Sandra was sure that Beth had found her proper place in life. Sandra was sure that Beth would never dominate her husband again.

As Sandra watched Beth's passion she was also sure that Beth would no longer be satisfied with her lack luster husband. Sandra was sure that she would need more than her husband could offer. Sandra smiled. Her lust was asleep. Her satisfaction was deep and full.

Sharon appeared from nowhere. She was in full costume. Her radical heels accentuated her dominate air. She walked up to Mr Roberts and kissed him on the cheek. "It is so good to see a family play together."

Sharon's eyes narrowed. She walked up to Sandra. She pushed her over with her foot. The sharp heel of her shoe pushed painfully into Sandra's side as she obediently rolled onto her stomach. "You little bitch. You are having too much fun."

Sharon used her whip vigorously, covering Sandra's ass and back with bright red welts. She was totally focused on delivering Sandra pain. "Bitch. It's about me. Not you. Connie, get your little yellow ass over here. Now!"

Connie was glad to get away from the crude handling of her body. The men had finished fucking her mouth and her ass. They were about to start anew. Connie went to her mistress.

She knelt before Sharon, "Yes Mistress."

Sharon spoke harshly as she handed Connie a marking pen. "The bitch has forgotten her place. Remind her."

Connie smiled a real smile for the first time since her fall from grace. She rose to her feet. She roughly pulled Sandra to her knees. She slapped Sandra viciously. Her slap would leave Sandra's face deeply bruised.

Connie spoke with venom from her depths. "Fucking bitch whore. My Mistress is number one. I am number two. You low life party slut are number three." Connie slapped her viciously, again on the same cheek. With a smug smile of satisfaction, Connie wrote a large three on Sandra's large breast.




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 02



Sharon smiled as she handed Connie a large dildo. "Teach her, her place. Please me and you may take off your slut slave costume."

Sharon walked to an armless chair, dragging Sandra by the hair with her. The chain brought Mary with them. Mary knelt before Sharon. Sharon put Sandra between her legs.

"Please me. Do it well. You could spend the rest of the cruise in the kitchen scrubbing pots and pans."

"Yes mistress."

Connie's air of snotty superiority had returned in full bloom. Her whole body smiled as she greased up Sandra's ass, and the dildo. Connie was not gentle in her rape. She filled her hand with her frustration and anger as she violently violated Sandra's ass. Sandra did not allow the pain to distract her mind. She served her mistress well. As Connie used the latex erection to punish her victim. Connie worked at removing the smug satisfaction from Sandra's eyes. Sandra's lust rose with each painful thrust of the dildo. She was raging in her lust. Sandra did not keep her lust. She poured it into Sharon's wet vagina.

Between kisses and oral service she moaned. "It's for you Mistress. My passion is for you. I only want to serve my Mistress. I love my Mistress and her whip." Sharon used her whip while Connie used the dildo. Sandra's lust took her. She writhed in her orgasm.

She worshiped her Mistress with her mouth as she shuddered from deep in side herself. Sandra swooned. She rose above her body. She screamed from deep inside herself. Her scream was one of pure pleasure. She fell away onto the floor. Her body shuddered as she watched herself from her vantage point above them all.

Sandra was unconscious. Even Sharon's whip could not revive her. Connie looked down at Sandra with satisfaction. She left the dildo in Sandra's ass as she knelt before her Mistress, to finish what Sandra had started. Sandra's ass muscle expelled the latex intrusion. Sandra's ass muscle worked without her volition or her will. Neither one was home.

Sharon accepted Connie's mouth. She needed little help to find her orgasm. Sharon was satisfied. Her body shuddered out her orgasm. Her mind reeled with her sense of power and control.

Sharon's pleasure faded quickly. It was replaced by worry. Sandra did not respond to either the whip or to Sharon's commands. Sharon had the men carry Sandra to the small apartment in the back of the stage. She summoned the ships doctor.

Mary was brought with Sandra. Even Sharon's worry did not prompt her to release the chain that held Mary to Sandra. The chain in Marys head was just as secure. Mary was sure she could not keep it together with out Sandra's help.

Sharon was Mary's mistress in her mind. In her heart Mary's mistress was Sandra. She wanted to serve her forever. The only other thing that Mary wanted more was the shining man of her dreams. Her reality belonged to Sandra. Her dreams belonged to the shining man.

CHAPTER

The Doctor examined Sandra as Mary held her and rocked her. The doctor administered an injection. He turned to Sharon. "Sensory overload. I administered a fast acting sedative. She will be fine in the morning. I am more concerned about her bruises. She may like it, even plead for it. Her body can not accept this kind of punishment. If it gets worse I will confine her to the clinic. She will need to see me as soon as she is awake."

Sharon bristled at the challenge from the doctor. The doctor sloughed off her attitude. "Maritime rule. The doctor is the only crew member that can override the captain." The doctor had spoken as he left the room.

Sharon shooed everyone out. She looked down at Sandra. She leaned over and kissed her lightly, "Sleep well."

Sharon stood tall. She looked down at Mary. "Stay with her. Use the phone next to you as soon she does any thing but sleep."

"Yes mistress."

Mary held Sandra. She drifted in and out of sleep. Tears of worry sometimes came to her eyes. Mary was asleep when Sandra roused. Sandra sat up in the bed. Mary came awake. She picked up the phone. A man's voice answered the phone.

"Sandra is awake. My mistress told me to call."

"I will inform the captain." the man on the other end replied.

Mary replaced the silent phone to it's cradle. Sandra felt groggy. She felt as if some of herself was still asleep. Sandra drug herself and Mary into the bathroom. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she was drying her hair from her quick shower.

Sharon walked into the room without announcement. "Well you little bitch. You managed to get out of your duties last night."

Sandra dropped to her knees. She righted her posture and her voice shook out the words. "Yes mistress. I have been an errant slave."

Sharon pulled Sandra's head up. She squatted down. She kissed Sandra deeply. Sandra sat up tall on her knees.

"You're one lucky bitch. I'm not allowed to beat your ass today.

Sandra's eyes opened. She looked up in wonder from her bowed head.

"Doctors orders. It seems as if even a captain is not completely in charge. I really want to slap you. I would shudder with pleasure if I did. I'll not forget. I'll slap you. I'll beat you. I'll film it on the island."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon sat down in the chair by the bed. She pulled Sandra to her crotch. She pulled Mary into her arms. Their active mouths brought Sharon gentle smooth waves of pleasure. She pushed Sandra and Mary away from her.

"One lucky bitch in deed. Both of you. Clean yourselves. Put on only robes. Go find the doctor. Come to the film area as soon as you are cleared by the doc. I may not be able to beat your ass. I can and will film those lovely bruises before they heal. I'll give you new ones on the island."

"Yes Mistress."

Sharon left in search of someone to use her whip on. She needed satisfaction.

Sandra and Mary squeezed themselves into the small shower. The intimate contact and the hot water woke Sandra up. She was totally conscious for the first time since last night. She was not the only one, awake in her body. Her vagina was awake. It roared with need. Her vagina had full control of her hips. Her hand went naturally to her vagina. She pushed Mary down as she stroked herself.

Mary had difficulty kneeling in the small shower. When she had managed it she was intimately close to her Mistress' vagina and her mistress' busy hand.

"Yes Mistress."

Mary allowed Sandra full use of her head. Sandra masturbated herself with one hand. The other hand steered Mary's mouth and tongue. Mary's hands worked up her own passion. Mary rose up easily to her passion. The shining man in her head sparked her lust. Her obedience belonged to Sharon. Her devotion was for Sandra alone.

Sandra used her vague orders to explore the boat. As she went into the lower deck she saw that there were apartments down either side of a long hall way. The other end of the floor was a large open dinning room. A bar was on one wall. A catering area was on the other wall. A very small stage was built into one corner of the room. There were a few people eating and conversing in the room. Slut slaves served the seated guests.

Sharon found the stairway and entered the lower deck. She arrived in the kitchen area. "My Mistress sent me to see the doctor. I'm lost."

One of the cooks pointed to a doorway at the far end of the kitchen. His hands returned to his job. His eyes never left the women as they walked through his kitchen. Sandra went through the doorway. The sounds and smells of the kitchen were left behind as the door closed.

She found herself in an office area. A young man looked up from a small desk. "My Mistress has sent me to see the doctor."

The young man seated them with a gesture. The man spoke into a telephone. Sandra and Mary were ushered into the tiny examining room. The doctor removed both womans robes. He lay each one down and examined them one at a time. He applied soothing salve to all of the bruises. The doctor frowned as he inspected Sandra's swollen face.

"Who did this one?"

"Connie, sir."

"I'll attend to it. You will attend to each others bruises."

He handed Mary a small jar of ointment. "Four times a day. See me again tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir."

Sandra managed to get lost several times as she worked her way back up to the top deck. Sandra snooped into everything that wasn't locked. She was sure she understood the layout of the boat. She was sure it was a ship. She wished she knew more about boats and stuff like that.

Sandra and Mary walked onto the stage hand in hand. They both wore short robes tied closed. Marys robe concealed herself. Sandra's robe draped and gaped. Sandra was now on film in her mind at every instant. She posed for the unseen camera.

Sharon opened Mary's robe. She pushed it off Marys shoulders so that it gathered into her arms. "I just got off of the phone with the doctor. No one is allowed to inflict any physical damage, to you two for the rest of the cruise. You can fuck and film. Today you will do both."

"Yes mistress."

"Go eat. Both of you. We film in thirty minutes."

"Yes mistress"

Sandra and Mary still held hands as they went to the catering station.

Sharon spoke aloud as they left. "You look like young lovers. I don't even like romance novels. Sandra took the cue. She stopped Mary and took her into her embrace. Her kiss was filled with passion. Her hand slipped between Mary's legs. Mary sparkled.

Sandra and Mary arrived on stage. On time. Naked. Sandra knelt down and pulled Mary down with her. She straightened her posture. She glared at Mary until Mary also sat up straight with her head bowed.

Sandra smiled as she circled them. "Connie get your ass over here."

"Yes Mistress. Sharon knelt her onto her knees facing Sandra and Mary."

"Look at her face. Does that look erotic to you? Bitch."

"No mistress."

Sharon glared down at Connie. Connie further bowed her head.

"Look at me. Bitch."

"Yes mistress."

"If I hit you right now you would also be in the doctors office. She looks like a fucking battered bride. You'll put on your slut slave costume. You'll report to the kitchen. You'll serve at the pleasure of the servants. I do not want to see your face or your ass until we get to the island. Go. Now!"

"Yes mistress."

Connie left with tears running down her cheeks.

Sharon turned to her audience.

"Well ladies we are again left behind while the men forage the ocean for food. How noble. Lets get to the film. This might be a slow day. We'll see."

Sandra motioned a costume person to her. "I want these young ladies to be dressed casually. Like collage students. Easy to get out of. Sexy underwear. Buckled heels."

The costume person lead Sandra and Mary to the small wardrobe. They were quickly returned. The set was a simple bedroom with a large bed.

Sharon spoke from off stage. "I have little choice but to film romance today. There are many who seek it. I'm not sure it even exists. Sandra you are going to seduce your roommate. Mary you are not to resist it. You are shy but not unwilling. Sandra do not even for an instant show that bruise on your face to the camera. Let them all see the bruises on your ass."

"Lights. Camera. Action."

Sharon took full control. She was not making love to Mary. She was making love to the camera. "I had so much fun on our date. I'm still excited."

Sandra slid her hand up the front of Mary's blouse. Her hand fondled Mary's breast.

"What are you doing"

"I am helping you into my bed."

When Mary started to speak. Sandra put her finger over Mary's lips. "Shh. Don't speak. It'll spoil the mood."

Sandra slowly seduced Mary. Mary now connected the camera with the multitude of unseen eyes that would be watching her. Mary allowed her self to fly. She soared into the peaks of pleasure. She exhibited herself to the nameless lewd eyes, the camera represented to her. The disrobing excited her. Her gentle seduction excited her. Her excitement brought her pleasure. Full, deep and intense.

Sandra never lost track of the camera. She kept the bruise on her face away from the camera's view. She let the camera eye have full access to the bruises on her ass.

Sandra seduced Mary. Then she captured Marys mouth between her legs. It was hard to keep her face hidden. She received little pleasure from Mary's mouth. She faked an orgasm for the first time in her life.

"Cut!" Sharon walked onto the stage.

"That might have convinced the customers. Not a chance in hell you fooled me. Not bad for romance. I have no idea what I'll do with it. It's a nice film test. For both of you. Sandra is a natural. Mary does well also."

"You must rest. On doctors orders. It'll be so romantic. You are confined to the big bed all night tonight. Reasonable breaks are allowed. You will be treated like little princesses. Not even one spank. It makes me want to gag."

Sharon smiled at Sandra. Her eyes narrowed. "You'll be raging when you get to the island. You'll beg for my whip. On the bed they'll raise your passion. They'll not have your lust. I will drink it all. I'll share it with no one. Get to your bed. No costumes. Not even shoes."

Sandra and Mary arose. Sharon grabbed Sandra's hair. She pulled her up. She spoke into Sandra's face. "Spend your spare time on Mary's education. If she does not improve soon. It's back to the short chain."

Sandra lowered her eyes. "Yes mistress. I'll teach her well. She'll serve you well."

Sharon released Sandra. "See that she does. Mary you will be a perfect student."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra led Mary to the big bed. She climbed into the bed with Mary in tow. Mary headed towards a small catering station on one side of the bed. Sandra spoke as she reined Mary in by the chain. "The mistress does not want a fat slave."

Mary pulled the chain back. "Salad is not known to make anyone fat. I'll have a salad." Mary smiled impishly. "And one desert."

Sandra sighed and joined Mary in her meal. While they ate, the bed was empty. Sandra spent the time after her small meal, teaching Mary the art of oral love, as she learned it herself.

Sandra taught Mary. She would then require Mary to show her what she had learned. They were interrupted a couple of times. They received the guests. A quick fuck and they were gone. Sandra did not even care enough to fake an orgasm. They played. They raised each others passion. They cuddled together and slept.

Sandra was roused by the rising noise level in the room. Mary slept through it. Sandra snuggled down into the soft bedding. Only her head was visible as she watched. The men mostly went for the slut slaves. Sandra smiled as she watched. My mistress was right. Mr Roberts is spending more time with his wife.

Sandra watched Beth accommodate her husband in every way. Beth seemed more relaxed. She smiled as she received her husbands lust. Sandra decided that this would be a good time for a 'reasonable break.' Sandra woke Mary. She drug Mary's still sleeping body behind her. Sandra knew exactly where she was going. She also knew how to get to the hot tub without being seen.

The hot water felt good on her bruises. She romped and played with Mary. Mary was loose. She was glad that she was a slut slave for the summer. It beat slinging burgers at the mall.

Mary's heart soared as she saw her shining man come to the hot tub. Mary flushed. Her face was bright red as she spoke, almost too softly. "Hello. I'm Mary. This is my mistress Sandra."

The man smiled at her. "Hi I'm Zack. We met earlier."

Mary flushed again. She was flustered. She couldn't speak. Sandra rescued her from her embarrassment. "Nice to meet you Zack. We seem to be working together this summer. I hope we'll have fun together."

Zack snorted. "It's not fun for me. It's a job. I'm only here because I have a big cock and I can fuck for a long time. It's all boring to me. I'd rather be home on the ranch with my horses. This is boring but it pays way better than the ranch does. I'd stay home if I could afford it. I love my ranch but it doesn't make enough money to keep it going."

Mary brightened up. "I love horses. I love the country. Maybe I can visit some time."

"Maybe. Who knows. I usually fuck for the summer then go home. I've never found a friend on the job."

Sandra pulled Mary from the water. "It's been nice talking with you. We must return to our duties."

Sandra drug Mary away. Much to Mary's displeasure. "You Love horses? You have never even seen a horse except in the movies."

"I love horses right now. I would move to his ranch in a flash."

"I can see it all now. Mary slops the hogs. She cooks on a wood stove. Get real girl. You don't love horses. You love his monster cock.

"I don't even care what size his cock is. I just want him. And, his baby."

"Now I know you are out of you mind girl. Let's get to work."

Sandra led Mary back to the large bed. Most of the guests and slaves were eating. Sandra cuddled with Mary and watched. She watched every move of every person. Her curiosity demanded it.

Sandra saw a man walking up to the bed. Sandra kissed Mary. "Mary babe you are now a pro. Turn your tricks. Smile as you do. Fake it if you must. No one will notice, except our Mistress."

Mary and Sandra fucked through the night. They cuddled when they could. Sandra dreamed that Joe would come to the bed. Mary dreamed of the shining man. Neither woman got their wish. Glenda the good witch did not come to either of them that night.

Connie cried as she made her way to the kitchen. She knew the only lower station on the ship was the engine room. Connie was humiliated by her dress and her station right now.

Connie had begged her father to get her the position as Sharon's maid. Her father had done business with Sharon for many years. Connie's father marketed Sharon's erotica throughout the orient. Connie had seen every film. She had seen every photo book. Sharon was in many of them.

She wanted to be just like Sharon. Sharon was like the mother she wished she had. Her mother was a mouse of a woman. Her mother's eyes had never looked up. In her entire life. Connie always got what she wanted from her father. Her father secured the position for her. Connie's father paid Sharon well to educate his daughter for the summer.

Connie's primary education was not absent. Her father had insisted on school and the martial arts. Connie entered the kitchen with her head high. She would get through her present toil. Her only happy thought was of the time when she would be in the cat fight with Sandra. I'll beat the bitch's ass.

Connie had little time to think of Sandra. The kitchen staff used her casually and often. Connie seethed as the men groped and fondled her. She received no pleasure from the crude sex. Her service to her mistress right now was not fun in any way.

Sharon was not to be seen that night. She would not appear to Sandra and Mary until they were awoken by a slave who rubbed all of their bruises with the healing salve.

"You have an appointment with the doctor. Clean up. Arrive at the doctors office in robes. You will eat lightly. You have a film call in one hour.

The hour went quickly for Sharon. The entire day went quickly. Sharon shot short scenes. More titillating than sexual. There was sex in it, but no dominance. The highlight of the day was the last scene. Glenda smiled on Mary. The shining man tore Mary's clothes off. He fucked her with his monster cock. Mary soared. Her happy was bigger than her orgasm.

Zack smiled as he did his job. He found little pleasure in the choreographed sex. His happy came from the knowledge of the money he was making. He could keep his ranch one more year.

Sandra and Mary spent the next two days on the big bed. Marys sexual education was regular and constant from Sharon's guests. Sandra concentrated her education on Mary's sensuality. She taught her light touches, gentle caresses, butterfly kisses, Hot breaths and a feather light tongue on the most sensitive places.




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 03



Note: I am sorry about the second part of this story. I will never use a beta reader again. I will master the commas Master, is not an easy role for me. My mistress required more than an apology. I kneel at the keyboard, as I write.

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The ship slowly approached the island. Sandra and Mary were on the second deck. They were in the dinning room, with the rest of the slut slaves. Sandra counted them. If all of the slaves were present, there were fifteen counting Beth. Two of the slut slaves were men.

All of the slaves were dressed the same. The only difference was the color of their skirts. The two male slaves wore skirts. They both looked comfortable in their skirts.

Sandra wondered why Beth was still among the slaves. She had expected to see her in street clothes, ready to fly out as soon as the boat docked. Sandra had to remind herself. She was on a ship. Not a boat. Sandra was not sure why being precise was important to her. But, it was.

Mary slid her chair close to Sandra's chair. Mary laid her head on Sandra's lap. Mary was content, and happy, with Sandra. Sandra pet her head lightly. Sandra held perfect posture. She was on stage. She sat as if the cameras were rolling, or her mistress was before her.

Sandra did not see Sharon enter the room. Sandra was startled by her close voice behind her.

"Isn't this sweet. Young love and devotion. I want to gag."

Sharon walked in front of Sandra. She spoke with sugar in her voice.

"Perhaps Mary is in school right now. You do not look excited. Perhaps Mary is a poor student."

Mary started to straighten up. Sandra held her in place with her hand.

"Mistress. Mary felt a little tired this morning. She was so fatigued from her lessons in the hot tub, just before we arrived. She did excite me there. She had an audience. Her passion soars when she is made to exhibit herself, and her sexuality."

Sandra knew that she could not lie to Sharon. Just as she could not fake an orgasm for her. Mary did excel this morning at the hot tub. Mary had entertained a number of people there.

Sandra was excited. She was mostly excited, at the prospect of her arrival at the island. She was sure Sharon had not forgotten her promised punishment.

Sandra had not forgotten. Her passion rose as she watched the island expand in her vision. Her mistress, standing before her, excited her also. The mistress held Sandra's master in her hand.

Sharon stood before Sandra. She also wore a long skirt. Her white skirt went around her waist. It was just wide enough to cover the sides of her hips. The skirt left her bare in the front. The skirt was held together by intricately woven small gold chains. Diamonds and jewels were woven into the chains. The woven chains covered her belly.

Her panties were brief. Only her pubic mound was covered by the jet black material. Her black silk stockings, contrasted with the white panels of the dress. Sharon's feet were covered by flat soled sandals of white leather. Sandra thought they looked out of place. She was used to seeing Sharon in heels.

Sharon's upper body was dressed in a tailored, ship captains, coat. The coat was cut short so that the hem floated in the air. It was held away from her body, by her full breasts.

The styled coat was not wide enough to pull together in the front. The short jacket was held together with strands of diamonds. Sharon's jet black bra, and her cleavage, were clearly evident in the wide gap.

Sharon looked down at Sandra. She smiled slightly.

"Nice tits babe. Are they sensitive?"

Sharon used the thin whip in her hand. She kissed Sandra's tits with it. The switch was light. It would leave no bruise. Sandra watched the thin red welts raise. The welts that the whip raised, would fade quickly. 

"Yes mistress, they are sensitive."

"You are one lucky bitch. This is the heaviest whip I'm allowed to use on you. The doctor is still in charge of your well being. In two weeks, you will be off of sick call. I will then use my big whip. You'll keep me amused, until then."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon did not wait to hear the submissive reply. She turned and walked crisply up to Beth Roberts. Beth bowed her head before her mistress. Sharon pulled her head up. She kissed her deeply. 

"Beth dear, it's nice to see you setting among my happy employees. I see you chose to put on the slave costume today. You still have enough time to change your clothes. You can get dressed. You could be on a plane out of here, before the sun sets."

Beth spoke in a small voice.

"No mistress. I'll stay. I'll wear a slave costume. If, it pleases my mistress."

"You'll work for me. You'll turn tricks for me. When you leave this ship, you'll be my whore."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra smiled. She was right. It was a ship.

Sharon walked up to the small stage. She stepped up. She looked at the group.

"Listen up. We are about to drop anchor. You will be ferried onto the island in native canoes. When you get to shore you will greet the people with kisses and flower leis. Treat the customers like royalty. They're paying for the party.

It will be quite chaotic. If a customer wants you to go with them, do so. They will give you a coin. Do not lose the coin. Whither you turn a trick, or not, as soon as you are able check in at the main building. There is a small red door in the back. That is the employees entry.

That will be the hub of your wheel. You will turn the coins in there. You will get your assignments there. You will be assigned your housing. Some of you will be assigned to one of the guests rooms. Some of you will be assigned to the whore houses. Problems, questions, job performance, and disobedience will be dealt with there.

Follow instructions. Do what you are told. You'll have free time. Your work will be at a steady pace. You are on call 24/7. You will not work at that pace. Stay rested. Arrive on the job fresh. You will shine in the customers presence. I'll personally be involved with your job performance.

Do not miss an appointment. My wrath is not pretty to see. I will also point out, all of the customers are not pretty to see. You'll serve them all, exactly as you would serve me. Go out on the deck and waive at the customers. You are now on duty."

Sharon motioned Sandra to her, as the group got up and dispersed. Sharon used her thin whip on Sandra's bare tits. She walked around Sandra. Sharon lifted her skirt. She used the switch on Sandra's ass. Sandra's passion raised. Sharon smiled broadly.

"Do not get caught up in the crowd. Decline any offers. Do it gracefully. Go directly to the employees door. Follow instructions. Get out there, and flash your tit's. Your public awaits you."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra led Mary out the door to the rail. Sandra smiled and waived to the camera. She was sure that there was a camera somewhere. Mary followed Sandra's lead with little enthusiasm. Sandra stopped smiling. She slapped Mary soundly.

"Listen to me, bitch. It has not changed. You mess up my summer, and I'll fuck you up every time we're alone. You are my mistress' whore. Act like one. Get those little tits waiving. Get your passion up. A smile on your face only works with sparkling eyes. Jack off right now. Let them see you do it. There are a hundred people watching. There are cameras everywhere. You 'little bitch' are on stage right now."

"Yes mistress."

Mary found her passion in her exhibition, knowing she was being watched brought it on. Mary stood leaning against the rail. She smiled to her unseen audience. She pushed the skirt's knot to the front of her body. Mary placed one foot on the rail and began to masturbate. She was soon lost in her pleasure.

Sandra faked her passion. She waived and smiled. Her attention was on the mechanics of harboring the ship. She thought that they would go into the lagoon. Sandra was sure that it was a lagoon. She had seen a movie called 'Blue Lagoon.' The water looked just like this. She startled when the anchor dropped, with much noise and a large splash.

As soon as the ship stopped a large speed boat approached it. A covered gangplank lowered to the speed boat. Sandra saw Sharon and Joe get into the boat with several other people. The boat sped away.

Sandra saw a number of large wooden canoes being paddled to the ship. The canoes stopped, one at a time, by the gang plank. Three slaves were loaded onto each canoe. Sandra found Beth, She took Beth's hand.

"It looks like we are in this together.'"

Sandra took Beth into her embrace. She kissed Beth deeply. Beth first stiffened, then relaxed into the kiss.

"It'll be a long summer. We might as well be friends."

"Yes Mistress."

Sandra took Mary and Beth's hands. She muscled herself to the front of the line. Sandra glared at anyone who looked at her. Everyone backed away. Sandra led the women onto the canoe. The ship was much stabler than the canoe. Sandra did not let her fear show. Mary did.

As soon as they were seated, their necks were covered with flower leis. Mary and Beth's breasts were covered with flowers. Sandra could not get enough flowers around her neck to hide her full tits.

No matter how she arraigned the flowers the slightest movement would cause her nipples to stick out. Sandra gave up trying. She removed half of the flowers from her neck.

She smiled, as her tits proudly displayed themselves. The flowers became a colorful frame around her full breasts. Sandra held herself up. She pulled her shoulders back. She proudly displayed her tits to the world.

The three women were deluged with kisses, and hands. They were fondled, as they kissed the customers. They delivered one flower lei for each kiss. They were soon, all bare to the waist. The knot of Mary's skirt remained in front. She received much attention. Many hands stroked her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Sandra had let Beth go. She was on her own. Sandra saw her walk away, hand in hand with one of the men. Several men tried to take Sandra and Mary away with them. Sandra smiled sweetly, as she declined each advance,

"We are on my mistress' errand. My mistress is very cruel. We must not be late."

Sandra led Mary out of the confusion. Sandra explored, as she made her way to the main building. It was like a small village. There were large and small buildings everywhere. There were no cars that Sandra could see.

She managed to look into some of the larger buildings. She saw bars restaurants, gambling, and ladies of the night. The main building was quite large. She tried to enter. A doorman challenged her. He sent her around to the back.

Sandra walked past the red door, with the 'employees only' sign on it. She tried to enter the back door. She was again met by a doorman. He directed her back to the small red door. Mary followed her mistress. She did not care about any of it.

Sandra sighed. She entered the building through the red door. She stepped into a small office. The desk was unoccupied. There were a lot of chairs in the room. There was a small catering station. Sandra and Mary fixed themselves plates. They sat down. They ate while they waited.

A matronly woman in a prim dress entered the office from the back. She walked to the desk. She opened a folder. She looked both of the women over as she looked through the folder.

"Sandra and Mary?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Mistress is the proper title. Your file says no whips, only switches. Is that correct?"

"Yes mistress."

The woman stood. She walked around the desk. She stood before them. Sandra noted her perfect posture. Her crisp voice, was as perfect as her posture.

"Follow the rules, and there will be no problems. I may not be able to use a whip on your sweet asses. I do know how to get your attention with a switch. A switch between the legs, is a real attention getter. I do not care either way. Follow the rules and we'll get along. Break the rules and I'll find great pleasure punishing you for your sins. It is a sin to disobey me, or to disrespect me, in any way. We will be fast friends, whither it suits you or not."

The woman pulled her skirt up. She sat on the edge of the desk. She was naked under her dress. She spread her legs wide.

Come kiss me. You will call me mistress Karen. I like big friendly kisses."

"Yes, mistress Karen. I'd love to kiss you. So would my little sister Mary. You first Mary."

Sandra pushed Mary's head between Karen's legs. Karen captured Marys head. She guided it around her wet vagina. Karen's eyes sparkled. Sandra was sure the sparkle came from her dominance, rather that the brief attention to her vagina by Mary's mouth. Mary had become quite talented. She was not that talented.

Karen pushed Mary away from her. She wet her lips, as she pulled Sandra's mouth to hers. Karen took control of the kiss. Karen broke the kiss. She pushed Sandra's head down into her wet crotch. Sandra used all of the talents she had, to please her mistress.

"I am sure you will break some rule. I'm looking forward to it. I'll have you soon. I would take you alone, but for the mistress' chain. I see you two are inseparable. I'll have your little sister for desert."

Mistress Karen kept Sandra at her task, until she shuddered out a small orgasm.

"That was a nice snack. I'll have the full meal deal, as soon as our schedules will accommodate it. Right now you are both scheduled in the Mistress' office. Alex."

Sandra was quite surprised when a beautiful blond woman came into the office. The woman was naked. As Alex walked around the desk, Sandra could see that the name Alex fit from the waist down. Actually it only fit her genitals. Her ass was as round and full as Mary's was."

"Yes mistress Karen."

"This is my personal assistant. Sometimes he is Alex. Most of the time she is Alexia. You will obey him, as you would obey me. Alex. Slip into something frilly and escort the whores to Mistress Sharon. Do not tarry. We'll be busy this afternoon."

"Yes mistress."

Alex went to a small wardrobe. He pulled on a white frilly summer dress. He sat down and pulled on a pair of, rose red, silk stockings. He added white garters. He slipped on his high heels. He buckled them to his ankles. He spoke like Alexia.

"Follow me."

Mary and Sandra both stood. Alexia slapped them both. The slaps were loud. They caused no trauma to their faces.

"I heard no reply. I'm not a common whore, like you two. You will acknowledge my orders, in the same manner you acknowledge my mistresses orders."

Sandra lowered her eyes.

"Yes mistress."

Mary quickly followed Sandra's lead.

"Yes mistress"

Alexia took each one into an embrace. Her kiss was gentle and full.

"That's better. I'm sure we'll get along fine."

Alexia kissed her mistress deeply. She left the room. Sandra and Mary followed.

Sandra tried to keep track of where they were, and where they were going. She soon lost track, Alexia's path took many turns. She went through several doors. Sandra was lost.

She did manage to keep track of the stair ways. She was sure that they were on the third floor. She was sure that the third floor was the top floor. Other than that, she had no idea.

Alexia lead them into an office with a receptionist. The woman behind the desk looked, and dressed, like a secretary. Alexia seated Sandra and Mary. She spoke to the secretary briefly. Sandra could not hear her speak. Alexia kissed both women on the cheek, as she left.

The secretary did not acknowledge the women on the chairs. She spoke into the phone. After she cradled the phone, she rose.

"Mistress Sharon will see you now."

The secretary opened a door. She motioned them in. Sandra walked into the office. Connie was on her knees beside Sharon's desk. An oriental man was seated in a chair next to Connie. Sharon motioned Sandra to the man.

"Show him your face, and your ass."

"Yes mistress. Sandra faced the man. She turned her bruised face towards him. She then pulled her skirt aside, as she faced her ass towards the man. The bruises had all turned yellow. They were still clearly evident.

"Those bruises are four days old."

Sharon motioned Sandra to her knees next to Connie. Mary sank to her knees, next to her mistress Sandra. There was tension in the room. Sandra knelt in a perfect pose. One of a slave, devoted to her mistress.

Her head was bowed low. Connie was glaring at her. Sandra ignored her. She focused on her mistress. She shared none of her attention with Connie, or the man.

The man looked down at Connie.

"That was not art, that was anger. I have taught you better. You bring me shame."

"Father. Please forgive me."

"You'll earn my forgiveness, or you'll not have it."

"Yes father."

"Before she may have my forgiveness. She must have yours, Mrs Wilson. How may she obtain that forgiveness from you.?"

Sharon stood up. She paced for a moment.

"If it were anyone but you who asked, she could not receive my forgiveness. We have been friends for many years. It is an honor to call you friend. An accident can be forgiven. This was not an accident. Your daughter is skilled with her hands. This was lack of control. She will never be a mistress without self control."

The oriental man nodded.

"She must earn my forgiveness also. She'll remain in my employ, without wages, for one year. I will not give her my forgiveness. She'll earn it, or she won't have it."

The man nodded again.

"For your sake, and your family's honor. I'll teach her. If she doesn't learn, I'll hold no blame for her dishonor. Leave me. If I do not send her home, her honor, and your families honor, will remain unblemished. Your family's honor runs deep. I'll do my best, to help you maintain that honor."

The man stood. He looked down at Connie.

"If she sends you away before the year is over, do not return. You'll have no place in my home."

The man stepped up to Sandra.

"I apologize for my daughter. I will bring you a gift for your misfortune, at her hand."

Sandra did not know how to respond. She just nodded, and bowed to the man.

He turned to Sharon.

"I thank you for taking your time, to help in my daughters education. I will bring you a gift also."

Sandra was glad to see Sharon nod, and bow slightly to the man. The man turned. He paused at the door.

"When the sun is in the same place that it is today, I'll return for my daughter."

He glared down at Connie.

"If, I still have a daughter."

The man bowed to Sharon. He left the room.

CHAPTER

Sharon paced in front of the three kneeling women. She went to the small bar on the wall behind her. She poured herself a drink. She drank it in one shot. Sharon walked back to the women.

"I have little time to deal with personal problems, right now. You have little time for it either. For you three, it starts tomorrow morning. As of now, Sandra is my maid. Connie, you are now a slut slave."

Sharon walked to her desk. She handed Sandra a marking pen.

"Remind the bitch of her position here. I'm one. You're two. The bitch on her knees is three. Mark her so that she doesn't forget."

Sandra walked up to Connie. She ripped her blouse open. Sandra peeled Connie's bra cups down, baring her petite breasts. She wrote a small three on Connie's bare breast.

"I had to write it small. She has almost nothing to write on."

Sandra smiled down at Connie. Triumph was in her eyes.

"Tonight all three of you will be together. I must be getting sentimental. I want you all to become fast friends. You'll spend the night together."

Sharon looked down at Connie.

"If Sandra is not happy in the morning, you'll be on your way out of here. I'll put you on a plane, to any city in the world. You'll never see me, or your father again. You will please my maid. Won't you."

Connie had tears in her eyes. Her lower lip was quivering. She spoke softly.

"Yes mistress. I'll serve your maid well."




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 03



"See that you do. Sandra will use my whip tonight."

Sharon spoke to Sandra.

"She's a new slave. She'll need correction."

"Yes mistress. I'll see to her education, in my mistress' service."

Sandra turned to Connie. Her eyes were alive with excitement.

"Strip bitch."

Sandra was smiling broadly. Connie was crying, as she removed her clothes.

Sharon spoke into the phone. She turned to Sandra.

"A guide will be here shortly. He'll see you to your room. Film call for all three of you at seven o'clock. Be late at your peril. Robes. No clothes. Eat before you get there. I have left a six o'clock wake up for your room. A guide will lead you to your destination."

Sharon glared a Sandra. She used the whip on her. She growled.

"You. You little bitch. Stop snooping into everything. A guide will lead you everywhere. If you snoop into one more thing, you will be entertaining Connie. Have I made my self clear, bitch?"

"Yes Mistress."

Sandra realized that Sharon filmed everything. She knew about her explorations in her house, on the boat, and on the island.

"Please forgive me mistress."

A young man entered the room. Sharon handed Sandra, her slender whip.

"Do not hurt her."

"Yes mistress."

"Your guide is here. There is always a guide on duty. Use them. I'll see you on set tomorrow. Fuck up my schedule at your peril."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra followed the young man. She held Mary's hand. Sandra resisted the urge to skip. She held her head high. Connie walked naked behind them. She held herself up straight. Her head was bowed. She would regain her honor. She would serve her mistress well, by serving her mistress' maid well.

The guide led them down a set of stairs. They moved through the floor towards the back. It looked like a hotel to Sandra. There were a myriad of halls and many doors. The guide led them to a modest suite. The guide spoke briefly before he left.

"Do not leave. Someone will be here shortly, for your orientation."

Sandra knelt Connie by the couch in the main room. She explored the suite. Sandra opened the curtain. There was a small patio with a railing around it. The room had a spectacular view of the lagoon.

Sandra could barely see the ship, which was steaming away. Sandra cuddled Mary, as she enjoyed the view. There were people walking around the village. Sandra could see no sign of cars or trucks of any kind. The only vehicles she saw, were a very few electric carts.

Sandra explored the room. The bathroom had a large shower and a walk in bath tub. There was one bedroom. It had a king sized bed. The closet was filled with clothes.

The dresser was also filled with clothing. Mostly under garments. One drawer had sex toys, restraints, and dildos. Sandra walked into the front room. She smiled as she looked at Connie, on her knees.

Sandra walked up to Connie. She used the whip on Connie's back, and ass.

"No wonder you lost your job bitch. Sit up straight. Hold your shoulders back. You have little to show. Display what you have well. Little tits are quite attractive to some. I enjoy Mary's little tits. I'll find pleasure in yours also."

Sandra used the whip as she talked. Connie was soon in perfect posture with thin red welts across her back and ass. Sandra was interrupted in her play. The door to the room opened suddenly. Alexia walked into the room. She held a whip in her hand. She spoke crisply.

"Remove your costumes. Kneel beside Connie."

The response was in unison.

"Yes mistress."

Sandra and Mary removed their skirts. They knelt before Alexia, next to Connie.

"Sandra, this is your room. You and Mary will share it. You'll live in this room. You'll also entertain in this room. It will be kept spotless at all times. Like right now."

Alexia slashed Sandra and Mary, several times.

"You dirty bitches. You dropped your clothes like pigs. Get up. Fold your clothes. Set them aside. As soon as I leave, you will put them in the clothes hamper in the bathroom. You will never drop your filthy clothes on the floor like street whores, again."

Alexia slashed Sandra and Mary, as they followed their orders. Alexia continued speaking. Her whip became silent as she did.

"The phone will get you whatever you need. It will also deliver your orders. The clothes in the closet are your costumes. Unless you are ordered into a costume, you'll remain naked. You are not to leave this room tonight, until the guide comes for you in the morning.

Alexia smiled down at the kneeling women. She fondled each of them, as she kissed them one at a time.

"You will smile, and entertain anyone who walks through the door. Like me. Right now."

Alexia removed her frilly white dress. She folded her dress and set it aside. Alexia's erection was full. Alexia pushed her erection into Connie's mouth. She slowly stroked herself, in and out of Connie's mouth. She pulled Mary up to her by her hair. Mary kissed Alexia fully, with passion. Mary fondled Alexia's full breasts.

Alexia pulled her erection from Connie's mouth. She pushed it into Sandra's mouth. She stroked Sandra's mouth. She spoke between Mary's kisses.

"Sandra. We'll become great friends. My mistress Karen is infatuated with you. We have similar tastes. I'll have you in so many ways. I'll serve you to my mistress. You'll serve us both."

Alexia pulled Sandra up. Alexia kissed Sandra deeply. Her passion was raising. She led Sandra into the bedroom. Mary followed. Connie remained on her knees in the living room.

The only part of the sex Connie would have, was the sounds of passion in her ears. She knelt alone in the living room. Connie was softly crying as she listened.

Alexia threw Sandra onto the bed, on her stomach. She pushed Mary down next to her. Alexia used her thin whip on Sandra, with passion. She was focused on Sandra. She did not ignore Mary.

Alexia spoke in a sultry voice, as she used her whip.

"Raise Mary's passion. I love to see passion in a young womans eyes, before I fuck her. I'll raise your passion, with my whip. I'll have you both."

Sandra rolled over Mary. She seduced Mary with her mouth. Sandra kissed her on her mouth, then slowly worked her mouth down to Mary's open vagina. Marys passion rose as Sandra lowered her head. Alexia stroked her erection, as she used her whip in Sandra.

By the time Sandra's mouth was on Mary's open vagina, all three women had sparkling eyes. Alexia rolled Sandra over onto her back. She climbed up onto the bed. She took Mary with her firm erection. Marys passion was real and full. She found her orgasm quickly.

Alexia's energy never left Sandra, as she fucked Mary. Alexia pulled from Mary She sank her erection into Sandra's wet vagina. She cooed into Sandra's ear, as she stroked herself in and out of Sandra's vagina.

"You excite me so. I'll drink your passion, as you serve my mistress. I'll fill you up. You'll serve us both well."

Alexia became intent in her fucking. The force of her thrusts rose with her passion. Sandra found her first lust on the island. Sandra's orgasm was wild and loud. Connie could hear Sandra's pleasure. It turned to shrieks, as Alexia filled Sandra's cunt with her semen. Connie was aroused, frustrated, and miserable.

Alexia withdrew from Sandra. She climbed off the bed. Sandra cuddled Mary, as Alexia stood over them. Alexia continued her orders.

"Have dinner. You will entertain in one hour. If your customers do not leave with smiles on their faces. I'll return. You will not like it."

Alexia went to the front room. She retrieved her dress. She spoke down to Connie with contempt, as she left the room.

"You'll follow orders. Anyone's orders."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra had enjoyed the sex with Alexia. She was still sparkling as she cuddled Mary. Sandra arose and entered the front room. She walked to Connie without a word. She pulled Connie by her hair, into the bathroom. She opened the shower door.

"Get in the shower you filthy slut. I have to pee."

Connie's eyes flew open. Her tears flowed. She stood before Sandra with her head bowed.

Sandra slapped her, firmly.

"Move bitch."

"Yes mistress."

Connie entered the shower stall. She knelt before her mistress. Sandra was grinning, as she let herself relax into her elimination. She squatted down a little as she covered Connie's face with her warm urine. Sandra felt good, as she issued her orders.

"Clean you filthy body. Fix your hair. Fix your face. Kneel before me when you are done. Crawl, do not walk."

Sandra did not wait for a reply. She heard Connie as she left the room.

"Yes mistress."

Sandra took Mary into her arms as she led her to the catering area. There was a small refrigerator. It was stocked with goodies.

"One small desert. After your salad."

"Yes mistress."

CHAPTER

Connie crawled into the room. Her hair was done. Her makeup was immaculate. Sandra motioned Connie to her place, at her feet. Sandra continued to eat and cuddle with Mary. Sandra ignored Connie.

Connie was deep into her own mind. She had never really thought of her family's honor. She had been taught about family honor. Up until now, she had given it little thought. She had just assumed it came from her name, and her position. It had little to do with her.

Right now, she understood that she was responsible for her family's honor. Connie's head was whirling with thought. She never lost contact with her position, or her responsibility to Sharon. Up until now, her position as Sharon's maid was a grand game. 

It was no longer a game. She was determined to please Sharon, by pleasing Sandra. She was cold as steel in her determination to regain her position, and her family's honor.

Sandra turned to Connie. She had a small piece of food in her hand. The other hand held the whip. She used the whip on Connie's kneeling form. She held the piece of food above Connie's head.

"Kneel up. Beg. Be a good puppy."

Connie knelt up high on her knees.

"Please mistress."

Sandra pushed the food into her mouth. She patted Connie on the head.

"Good puppy. I'll train you to do tricks."

Sandra stood up. Her eyes were cold. She used her whip on Connie's tits, and the sides of her thighs. Sandra pushed her fingers into Connie's mouth. Contempt was in her voice.

"Lick me. Bitch. We must be sure that mistress Sharon, does not have a greasy maid."

"Yes mistress."

Connie lowered her eyes, as she washed Sandra's fingers in her mouth.

Sandra drug Connie to the middle of the room. Mary followed Sandra closely. Mary's eyes were wide, wondering what Sandra was going to do to Connie. Sandra knelt Connie before her. She used her foot to spread Connie's knees further apart.

"Put your hands on your head. Pull your elbows back. Kneel up high. I'll show you art."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra began lashing Connie with the springy whip. Sandra covered Connie's body from her shoulders to her feet with thin red welts.

Connie held herself in perfect posture as Sandra started. She was determined not to cry or beg. Her tears began to flow. The pain built up until it was unbearable. Connie's determination, to not beg, flew out of her mind with the first words she spoke.

"Please. Please mistress. Please. I'm so sorry. Please stop."

Sandra did not acknowledge Connie's pleas in any way. Sandra was methodical in her whipping. The thin red welts were evenly spaced across her body. The pattern of thin red welts, left by the whip, spoke of Sandra's calmness.

Sandra's mind was calm. She was pleased with herself, and the situation. It was not the bitter taste of revenge, that filled her mind. It was the bittersweet taste of success. The flavor dissolved throughout her mind, like fine chocolate did on her tongue.

Connie was screaming and pleading, into deaf ears. Connie fell over on to her side. Sandra stopped her whip.

"I have not finished your legs. You can lay there like a peasant. Or, you can sit back up through your chastisement, like your mistress' maid. You will plead for my forgiveness, for laying on the floor like a common street whore.

The words that Sandra spoke, were like slaps inside of Connie's mind. She wanted, more than anything, to curl up into a ball and cry. She had done it many times when she was a girl. When her father was gone. Connie's mother had never seen Connie from the time she stood up straight, taller than her mother. Her mother never raised her eyes.

Connie called on her martial arts training. She breathed in, filling her lungs. She exhaled slowly, letting the air out of her lungs. She gathered her energy as she pulled herself up. She returned to her perfect posture.

"Mistress please forgive me. I have been in error, in so many ways. I serve my mistress on my knees. Please, continue my punishment. I have earned it."

Sandra's eyes never changed. She continued as if nothing had happened. She finished the pattern she had begun on Connie's body. Connie kept her posture. She could not keep her silence. Connie screamed, as Sandra finished laying red welts on the insides of her thighs. Sandra stopped her lashing. Her eyes did not change.

"I'm saving the last lash. The one between your legs. I'll return to my fun at anytime you ever look at me, or speak to me, with anything less than devotion. Have I made my self clear, bitch?"

Connie raised her head slightly. She looked as Sandra through her eyelashes.

"Yes mistress. I've learned my lesson. I find my pleasure in service to my mistress."

Sandra returned to the couch. She pushed Mary onto her knees before her. Sandra pulled Mary's head up. She looked into her eyes.

"This is final exam. You had better have been a good student. If you do not please me, I'll beat you like I just beat Connie."

Mary lowered her head. She spoke her words into Sandra's wet crotch, blowing her warm breath onto Sandra's most sensitive place.

"Yes mistress. I'll please you well."

Connie. Kneel before me. Raise your passion for me. I know you're hot. The whip excites you. Show me your passion. If it's not raised soon, I'll work harder with my whip."

Connie knelt before her mistress. She danced the dance of lust. She fed her mistress passion with her eyes. Connie loved the whip. It had always brought her pleasure.

Sandra received Marys ministrations. She found pleasure in them. Mary had learned her lessons well. Sandra's pleasure came from her mind. The sensations to her vagina, by Marys active tongue were pleasant. Her orgasm was nice. It calmed her body. The pleasure from her dominance was greater. Her body trembled from the intense feelings of pleasure, that filled her mind.

Connie reached a full and intense orgasm . She spoke out as she climaxed.

"Mistress it is for you. My pleasure is to serve you."

Sandra had never lost track of the camera. She knew that it was here somewhere. She never lost track of the time. They were to entertain a customer soon. Sandra's afterglow was short lived. Sandra stood up. She glared down at Connie.

"I'll shower. You'll clean this place up. Kneel by the front door. Entertain anyone who walks through it."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra showered with Mary. They were intimate, not sexual as they bathed. Sandra directed Mary to the vanity. They sat together fixing them selfs. They smiled at each other as they worked. Sandra felt good sitting with Mary. She thought to herself. Maybe, there is some romance in the world.

Sandra, Mary, and Connie entertained a couple. They worked together like a team. Both the man, and the woman, left with smiles on their faces. Sandra took the coins. Connie let them out. Sandra and Mary were cuddling on the couch. Sandra motioned Connie to her knees before her.

"I think that we are now even. Let's start over. The only thing left outstanding is our cat fight. Sharon will demand it. Neither of us has the luxury of fighting amongst our selfs... Get this straight. I do not want your job. You cannot do my job. There is no competition between us. Talk to me. Right now. No mistress. No slave. Just Connie and Sandra."

Connie knelt in perfect posture. She thought about it. After a time, she raised her head. She looked at Sandra seriously.

"I am truly sorry for my attitude towards you. I have learned my lesson."

She looked pleadingly at Sandra. Her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't want to lose my father. It started out as a game. It's serious now. What ever you want from me, I'll give it to you fully. I give you my loyalty right now."

Sandra drew Connie up. She kissed her. She pulled Connie up as she stood. She pulled Mary into her arms. She led them into the bedroom.

"Early film call tomorrow. Connie shall entertain us like a trick. Then its off to sleep."

They entered the bedroom. Sandra looked at Connie, with a hint of amusement.

"In the cat fight, all deals are off. You should never fuck with an American girl. I'll kick your ass."

Connie pleasured both women. Mary found real pleasure and passion. Sandra enjoyed it all. She dreamed of the set. And, the whip that would come with it. They all three cuddled together like puppies. They slept through the night.

CHAPTER

Their wake up call, came from the ringing phone by the bed. Connie reached for it. She spoke into the phone, than cradled it. Connie stretched. Sandra sat up on the side of the bed. Mary slept through it all. Sandra peeled the covers back. She slapped Marys bare ass. Mary roused with a scowl. Sandra slapped her again.

"Get up, you lazy slut. We have a film call."

Mary's mind went immediately to Zack. She smiled, thinking that she may see him today. Her hand slid down between her legs, as she thought that Zack might fuck her today.

Sandra slapped her ass again.

"Get your hand out of your cunt. We have no time for it, this morning. Connie draw my bath. Take a shower. Order us a light breakfast. Find us some robes. Make sure there is a guide ordered. If not, order one. I'll have your ass, if we are late."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon knew the tub would take a few minutes to fill. She looked over at Mary. Her embrace took Mary back down onto her back. Sandra fondled her intimately, as she kissed her with passion.

"You're thinking of the monster cock. You're wet just thinking about it."

"No mistress. I wasn't thinking about the monster cock."

Mary sighed, with a big smile.

"I was thinking about Zack, and horses, and babies."

Sandra laughed as she sat up.

"You are definitely out of your mind girl."

"Yes mistress. I am."

The morning moved quickly. They arrived on the set. On time.

Sharon was seated in the catering area. She called the women to her . Sandra and Mary stood tall, with their heads bowed. Sharon patted each one on the tummy.

"You may each have a small pastry with your coffee. Sit down."

The three women sat in their robes. They shared coffee and pastries with Sharon.

"You are probably wondering why I'm being so nice. It comes from doing business. We must attend to business, before we play. If we don't, we'll be unable to afford to play.

Sharon paused to drink from her cup. She watched the women's eyes intently as she did. Only Sandra made, and held, eye contact with her.

"Connie, you will return to your position as my maid. I do not have the time to train Sandra. Do your job well bitch."

"Yes mistress."

"You two both signed on, to be slaves for the summer. As slaves you will turn tricks for me. You'll get paid for turning tricks. You ladies have been promoted from sluts, to prostitutes. Our working girls make $500 per trick. If there are two of them, each girl gets $1,000. You each earned a thousand dollars last night. It is in your account. Do you have the coins?

Sandra produced the golden coins, the tricks had given her last night.

"Very good. That is how we keep track of everyone. Each coin represents a price. The price varies with the service they request. You will not be going to the red door. You'll deliver the coins to me. When mistress Karen is ready for you, she'll call. She will call. Have no doubt. She is quite smitten by you. When she calls for you, you will obey."




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 03



"Yes mistress."

"Today and most days for the next two weeks you will fuck tricks before the camera. You will each receive $1,000 per trick, if you are preforming before the camera. This morning you will turn six tricks. One each half hour, straight through. You will both earn $6,000 dollars before noon. With money like that, I expect professional service."

Sharon sat back a little. She let them have time to think about what she said.

"Afternoons, you will remain in the employee day spa. One hour in physical fitness training every day. Check in with the trainer. Dinner, usually with a customer. Every night we film. You'll entertain one or more tricks after the filming. No overnights. I don't have time to hold your hands. Your guide will lead you through it."

Sharron glared at Sandra.

"I do not have the time to inflame your passions. In two weeks all the rules change. I'll give you new instructions then."

Sharon stood up. She left the room with Connie in close attendance.

Sandra went back to her coffee. Mary's eyes were wide with excitement.

"That would buy a lot of horses."

"Down girl. First we earn the money, then we spend it. At least we are high class hookers. Beats selling our ass on the street."

Their morning went in a whirl. They had no time to think. They were dressed into costumes. The customer took them off, or ripped them off. They fucked the customers, then did it again. It was all boring to Sandra.

She did get a lot of practice faking orgasms. She threatened Mary with an anal scene, to get her to practice faking orgasms also.

Sandra and Mary were both glad to get to the day spa, after the morning filming. Mary spotted Zack at the lunch counter. She drug Sandra with her, as she quickly got a tray of food . She sit across from him. They all wore terry robes. It seemed to be the uniform of the day.

Sandra had little time to make a selection, as Mary pulled her along. Sandra listened with amusement. Mary was asking about horses and ranches. Zack answered all of her insistent questions.

Zack stood up.

"I have to go. You have the morning shift. I have the afternoon shift. We will be on set every night. Beyond that. Who knows?"

Zack left. Mary lay back in the chair. Her hand went to her crotch.

"He is so beautiful."

Sandra led Mary around. They started with the hot tub. Sandra went from there, directly to the physical fitness center. Their program was simple. They swam in the small pool for five minutes. Then, simple weight training. After that the trainer put bracelets on their wrists.

"The bracelet keeps track of your heart beats. You have to get the green light to stay lit for one half hour. It is not hard now. As you go, it will require more and more energy to keep the light on."

Sandra and Mary went to the tread mills. They fast walked for a half hour. The tread mills had a large screen in front of them. Mary dialed in a western forest scene. She smiled as she walked the country roads. In her mind, she was walking to the ranch.

A guide arrived for them. He lead them to a beauticians station. Both women were styled and made up. They were dressed in elegant evening dresses. The dresses were not modest. They were not risque. They were escorted to an elegant restaurant. They had an elegant dinner. They entertained an elegant senior man.

After dinner, they fucked for the man. He watched with pleasure. Mary went to him when it was time. She took his feeble offering into her mouth. The elder tired quickly. Sandra obtained the golden coin from the trick. The guide led them to the film stage.

Just before they entered the closed stage, Sandra stopped Mary. Sandra slapped her soundly.

"Listen to me, bitch. In this area you will do or say, nothing, to your would be man, except what is in the script. I will fuck you up, if you ruin my film. I want this just like you want the ranch. We are first class professional whores. Do your job. Do it right. Do not forget. I will not forget."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra walked hand in hand, as they entered the set.

Sandra saw Sharon glaring at them. Sandra stopped Mary. She kissed her lightly as she removed her robe. Sandra removed her robe, as she continued Mary's seduction. Sandra folded both robes and sat them aside. When they were naked, Sandra kissed Mary with passion, as she stroked her between her legs.

Sandra led Mary onto the stage. She knelt before her mistress. Mary knelt beside her. Sandra used her thin whip on Sandra. Sandra's eyes lit up. 

"Nice try, bitch. I saw the romance. It's disgusting. It seems to be everywhere on this trip. It's like a disease."

Sharon glared down at Mary.

"I watch everything."

Sharon whipped Mary's ass and thighs.

"He is mine. I pay him. He works for me. Do not forget, 'little bitch'."

Mary's eyes were filled with tears.

"Yes mistress."

With a motion from Sharon, Zack walked onto the stage.

I star in this film. I've had enough fuck ups on this trip. The four of us are the whole cast. It's a simple plot. I am the lady of the manor. Zack is the Lord of the manor. You are both new servants."

Sharon walked around Sandra. She covered Sandra with red welts as she spoke.

"That is what the audience will see. You and I bitch, know what's really happening. I told you I would beat you, for falling out on me. Did I not?"

"Yes mistress."

I also said, I would film it. Did I not?"

"Yes mistress."

Sharon pulled Sandra's head up. She drank from Sandra's open mouth. She released her. She whipped her tits smartly.

"I said I would enjoy it. I'm already enjoying myself. We haven't even started yet."

Sharon lashed at Mary. She used the whip, on her ass.

"I will fuck him in this scene. You will not. You will get him excited. For me. You will help him fuck me. You will clean me up, after he fucks me."

Sharon slapped Mary.

"One more romantic scene, and I'll lose it."

"Yes mistress"

"Costumes and make up everyone. We roll the film in fifteen minutes."

Zack was reclining on the bed. He wore pants and an open shirt. The decor of the room was simple. The furniture and small fireplace in the room spoke of Victorian England. Sharon walked into the lights.

Sharon was properly dressed as a manor lady. She was buttoned from her throat to her knees. The long dress covered her legs. Only the points of her shoes showed when she walked. Sharon's hair was elaborately gathered on the top of her head, leaving her neck bare. Wisps of hair fell around her face.

Sharon held a light whip in one hand. She held the chain that bound Sandra and Mary, in her other hand. Sandra and Mary were dressed in simple peasant dresses. Their hair fell uncombed in disarray. The thin linen dresses clung to their bodies. They wore only simple plain underpants, beneath their dresses. They both had tears in their eyes.

Sandra's tears were generated, by her desire to please the camera. Mary's tears were from Sharon's whip, just before the scene opened. Sharon had started Mary's tears. The tears refreshed themselves, when she saw Zack on the bed. She knew that she would watch him fuck her mistress, rather than herself.

Sharon pushed the women to their knees at her feet, She used her whip. She knelt them before the manor lord. Sharon sat beside him. She kissed him deeply.

"I rode through the countryside today. The peasants all made sure their young daughters were available for my inspection. Most would rather see their daughters in the manor house, than in the road houses. I found these two quite comely. I thought that they would amuse you. I know they amuse me. They rode back with me in the carriage on their knees. They served me well on the journey. My passion is eased. They can now raise yours.

Sharon kissed her lord. She fondled his erection through his pants. As she pleasured her lord, she opened his pants and drew out his erection. Sharon opened her mouth wide. She took the monster cock into her mouth. Sharon's mouth was filled. She never lost her connection with the camera. Sharon unbuttoned her dress, as she used her mouth.

Sandra cried, for the camera. She had started her seduction of the unseen audience. She slowly worked her skirt up her thighs. She bared her legs so that her peasant underwear showed above her full thighs. Mary watched her mistress, with her man. Her tears continued to fall.

Sharon stood up. She used her whip on the kneeling womens backs.

"Sit up straight. You are in the manor house. Hold your heads up."

Sharon stood behind the kneeling women. She spoke, as she unbuttoned the rest of her dress.

"Take those dresses off. Your master will make inspection of you."

"Yes mistress."

Mary only cried as she knelt. Sharon used the whip on her back, and her thinly covered ass. Sharon took hold of the shoulders of Mary's dress. She tore it open, and off of her shoulders. Mary's head was bowed. She was weeping real tears. Her hands went up to cover her small breasts.

"Please mistress. Please."

Sharon used her whip on Mary's back.

"Sit up straight. Put your hands down. Your lord will inspect you."

Sandra was lightly masturbating. Her eyes were flirting with the reclining lord on the bed. She was flirting with her Lord. She was making love to the cameras.

Mary knew she could not bring herself to be happy through this scene. She had decided she would give both the camera, and her mistress, tears. She remembered the harsh feel of Sharon's large whip. She did not fear the light switch in Sharon's hands. It did produce enough pain to keep Mary's tears flowing.

Mary gathered up what shards of respectability she could find. She retreated into her modesty. The modesty her mother had wanted from her. She cried. Her lip quivered. Her face flushed red. She wept in shame as she forced her hands away from her breasts.

"Please mistress. I'll die of shame, to be naked before my lord."

"You'll die from the pain, if you do not."

Sharon left Mary in her emotional trauma. She was smiling inside. Her stern exterior showed no sign of her pleasure. She walked up to Sandra. She began to use her switch. She used her whip with out rhythm or cadence.

Sandra's back and ass were crisscrosses of thin red welts. Sharon's seemingly chaotic slashes, showed up as a neat diamond pattern on Sandra's back, ass, and thighs.

"Stand up. Stand naked before your lord. Show him your charms."

Sharon went to the bed. She spoke to her lord between kisses. She stroked his erection as she spoke.

"Either on of these little bitches would love nothing better that to catch your bastard child. There are enough of your bastards around. I brought this one because she is sturdy enough, that you can plow her sterile field. The little one can amuse you while you do."

Sharon lowered her head onto her lords erection. She took the monster cock into her mouth. Sharon removed her dress. Her severe corset, stockings, and heels, were all that she wore.

Sandra posed for her lord, and the camera. She masturbated as she posed. Sandra seduced the lord, with her dance of lust. Her lust was high. Her master, in her mistress' hand had raised it. Sandra's eyes, were as active as her hand.

Sharon rose from her lord. She returned to stand behind Mary. She used the whip on her back and thighs.

"Stand up. Stand naked before your lord."

Sharon's whip accentuated each command. Mary stood. Her crying had become wails and sobbing. She stripped before her lord. Her hands covered her pubic mound. Her head was bowed deeply. Her face was streaked with tears.

Sharon used her whip on Mary's hands.

"Move your hands. My lord wants to see your charms."

Mary sobbed, as she pulled her hands up to cover her red face. Sharon pushed her up to the reclining lord.

"Feel her up. She is pretty enough to sell to the slave trader. Leave her virginity intact. We'll sell it. She could end up in a harem, she is pretty enough. Or, she could be chained to a bed in a brothel. Either way, she is worth more to us as a virgin."

Zack sit up on the side of the bed. There was no romance in his crude handling of Mary's body. His oral assault covered Mary's face with his shiny saliva.

Sandra stood next to her lord. She lowered her head onto his erection. Sandra posed for the camera. She made sure that her open vagina could be seen between her widely spread legs, as she bent to her work. She took the erection into her mouth. One hand masturbated the erection. Her other hand masturbated herself. She spread herself open, to the cameras view.

Sharon returned to the pattern of red welts, she was covering Sandra's body with. She climbed up onto the bed. She propped her lords torso up, as she lay him on his back. Sharon pulled Marys head up to her lords face. The lord captured Marys hair. He continued to assault her face, and her tits, with his mouth and tongue.

Sharon straddled her lord, facing away from him. She slowly sat down on his erection. She felt a certain amount of discomfort from the intrusion. Her vagina stretched as she settled down onto the length of it. Sharon felt the erection push up against her cervix. She was full.

There was still more erection available to her. She took as much of the monster cock, as she could hold. She used her hips to slowly fuck the erection. She returned her attention onto Sandra. She smiled. Her whip kissed Sandra's breasts.

Sharon directed Sandra in a slow dance. She covered every part of Sandra's body with her diamond pattern. Sandra smiled deeply as she slowly turned. She gave herself to her master, that was in her mistresses hand.

Sharon pulled herself off the erection. She replaced her vagina with Sandra's mouth. Sharon knelt on the bed . She masturbated. She whipped Sandra. She smiled.

"I am sure my lord will find his pleasure, in her tight ass. I'll find pleasure in her screams, when you do."

Sharon pulled Sandra from her lords erection. She pulled Sandra onto her knees, facing away from Zack. Sandra's fear rose, as she thought about the size of Zack's erection. Sharon took great delight in greasing up Sandra's ass and her lord's erection.

Sandra screamed for her mistress and the camera. The pain, of the sudden invasion by the monster cock, was real. She did not have to act. She never forgot the camera as she screamed.

Sharon whispered into Sandra's ear.

"I am enjoying myself. I love to hear your screams."

Sharon licked the tears from Sandra's face. She was beaming as she did.

Zack was not rough in his fucking. He did not fuck long. The whipping and the blinding flash of pain as the monster cock breached Sandra's anal muscle brought Sandra's orgasm on in rolling waves. Her tears were real. She shared them with her lover, the camera, and her mistress.

Zack knew it was time to ejaculate. He shifted gears in his head. It was not exciting to Zack. He sometimes got excited when he filmed. He could preform on call, excited or not. He never lost track of the camera. He continued to abuse Mary with his hands and mouth as he rose to his orgasm.

Sandra felt his orgasm coming. She was happy when he withdrew from her sore ass. She masturbated Zack, as he pulled Mary's head to him. He forced his erection into Mary's mouth. 

The ejaculation filled Mary's mouth with the pearly white fluid. She pulled her mouth from the spurting erection. The semen dripped out of her mouth, back onto the head of the erection. 

Mary used her mouth to move it around. She looked at the camera with tears in her eyes, as the semen dripped from her mouth. She took the head of the erection into her mouth. She sucked it, as it softened in her mouth.

"Cut. It's a wrap."

Sandra was shocked, by the rude intrusion into her affair with the camera. Zack got up. He put on a robe, then left the stage.

The movie was done. Sharon was not. She stood up. She roughly placed Sandra and Mary onto their knees before her. She stood sternly over them. She glared at Sandra. Her eyes were live with amusement.

"Nice tits babe. Are they sensitive?"

"Yes mistress they are sensitive."

Sharon finished the diamond pattern on Sandra's naked tits. The scene had excited her. Her mistress' whip now rose it higher. Her eyes sparkled with lust and excitement. Sharon's eyes narrowed. Her voice was bitter sweet. 

"Your lust will burn, until I decide to drink it."

Sharon lightened up. There was a lilt in her voice.

"That was a nice film. Don't let it go to your heads. You're still peddling your asses for me. Get cleaned up. You'll be dressed for your trick tonight. You will serve me, by serving my customers. Connie."

Sharon turned and left, with Connie under her arm.

Sandra seethed. She wanted the cat fight right now. She raged with the lust the whip had brought her. She knew that the pain would fade quickly. There would be no lust tonight, as she peddled her ass for her mistress.

She would fake it for the customer. Her trick for the night was two men. She found some pleasure being fucked by them. Not much.

Sandra found some satisfaction from her dominance of Mary, after the tricks left. Not much. She would only find lust at her mistresses hand. Sharon would decide when. Sandra was as patient, as she was obedient.

Sandra's two weeks, went much like her tricks that night. They wanted to fuck porno stars. There was no romance or theater in either of them. Sandra and Mary performed for them. Sandra's performance would have won no awards. The tricks took no note of their talent, or lack of it. They only wanted to fuck porno stars.

The two weeks moved quickly. Mary asserted herself at the end of each morning filming. She would drag Sandra as fast as she could. Mary would find Zack. Mary began a seduction of her own. Sandra rolled her eyes as she watched the romance unfold.

Mary made it clear that she wanted to go home with Zack. Zack remained distant to it all. Sandra thought to herself. Sharon will not be pleased when she watches this film. It drips with romance.

Each evening they would film scenes from the main film. The film was set in a woman's prison. Sandra and Mary were abused by everyone. Sharon was the matron. Zack was the warden.

Sandra took control of the inmate scene. She found pleasure in dominating the captives. She especially liked dominating Beth, who played a bit part as an inmate.

Sandra found her lust each night from her master, in her mistress' hand. Sharon used Sandra's master. Sandra kept none of the lust for herself. Sandra fed her lust to the camera. Sharon took none of Sandra's lust. Sandra's nights were filled with tears of frustration.

The last night of the filming, Sharon could not look stern. She smiled at the cast.

"This is the best film yet. I feel like Glenda the good witch tonight. I shall grant you both a wish. Sharon went to Mary. She removed Mary's collar.

"First, I'll remove the romance from my world."

Sharon called Zack to her.

"You two will have a honeymoon at your ranch. If the honeymoon works out. I'll marry you on the ship. Either way, you'll both be back in two weeks."

Mary was beaming as she threw her arms around Sharon. She kissed her deeply.

"Thank you mistress."

"I think I am going to gag. Get out of here. Now. The guide will lead you to the plane."

Zack took it all in with wonder. He was neither upset, nor enthused. He walked away with Mary under his arm.

Sharon slashed Sandra to her knees. She removed the collar from Sandra's neck. She replaced it with a gold collar that locked around her throat as it closed.

"I'll grant your wish tonight also. I'll raise your lust. And, I'll take it. There'll be no romance in it. Connie will share my pleasure. You will serve us both."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon left with Connie. A guide escorted Sandra through her preparation. Sandra was bathed and fed. Styled and made up. She was delivered to Sharon's apartment naked. Sandra stood tall in her spiked heels buckled around her ankles. Her garters spoke of her station in the room. One said 'slut'. The other one said 'slave'.




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 04



Sandra woke first. She slipped out of the bed. It was strange to be able to move without Mary in tow. It seemed like she had always been chained to Mary. Sandra went into the bathroom. She dialed in her bath.

Sandra set the water temperature high. Sandra loved to be cradled in hot water. Sandra was reminded of her love making last night, when she slipped into the water. Her whole body tingled, from the bruises that covered her body.

Sandra masturbated as she relaxed. Her orgasm was full, not roaring as it had been last night. Sandra shuddered with pleasure at the memory of last night.

Sandra was happy this morning. She was happy to be free of Mary. She was happy to be off sick call. She kneaded the bruises with her hand. The pain brought her small shudders of pleasure.

Sandra left the bathroom, with her towel still in her hand. She saw Sharon and Connie sitting at the small dinning table, in the corner of the living room. Sandra folded the towel neatly. She sat it aside. She sank to her knees, without a word. She knelt in perfect posture, waiting for her mistress to acknowledge her.

Sharon ignored her, as she pet her maid. Connie answered the knock on the door. A servant rolled in a breakfast cart. He primly served the covered dishes onto the table, then left. The silence was deafening as Sandra waited.

Sharon finally acknowledged Sandra.

"Come have breakfast with us. Your day is scheduled. As are all of your days for the next two weeks."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra rose to her feet. She picked up her folded towel. She discarded it into the hamper in the bathroom. She went to the table, and sat beside Connie. Connie and Sandra faced Sharon. Sharon ate in silence, without notice of either of them.

Sharon rose and went to the patio. Sharon led Connie by the hand. The patio in Sharon's suite, was much larger than the one in Sandra's suite.

"Serve us coffee, like a well trained slave. With all of the romance that has been in your world, you might forget your place."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra served her mistress, and her maid, well. She sank to her knees when she had finished. She sat straight for her mistress. She posed for the unseen camera. Sharon reached out and patted Sandra on the head, like a well trained pet.

"You may serve yourself coffee and a small pastry. I do not want to spoil the mood. However, there is business on the table."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra served herself . She sat at the table next to Connie. She sat in perfect posture. Her head was bowed as she ate and drank.

"This is my favorite time on the island. All of the tourists are gone. The customers that are here, are of a different sort than the tourists have been here these last two weeks."

Sharon was in no hurry, as she drank her coffee and enjoyed her pastry. She looked out onto the lagoon. Sharon looked content, for the first time since the adventure all began. She spoke without looking at Sandra.

"Accommodations for these last two weeks, costs the customers $20,000 per night. The customers stay by invitation only. I hand pick them. They wait in line, to have a chance to be here for these two weeks. Their accommodations include the services of the slaves. There are less customers. Their demands are greater."

Sharon turned from the view. She faced Sandra. Sandra raised her head. She caught and held Sharon's eyes.

"I have no romance in me, when I say that I do not want to lose you. We'll make a lot of money on our films. I was quite correct, when I said that you are a natural actress. Your performances have been outstanding."

Sharon glared at her.

"Do not let it go to your head."

Sandra bowed her head as she replied.

"Yes mistress. I have no airs. I only serve my mistress."

Sandra raised her head, as Sharon continued.

"Besides your acting talent, your handling of Connie was excellent. I could not have hoped, for any better handling of the problem. I have never allowed my slaves to be hurt. I have never kept a slave that did not like her job... I also apologize for your abuse. I was remiss in not noting it sooner. I have removed $50,000 from Connie's account. I have transferred it to your account. Consider it workman's comp."

"I need no compensation, for serving my mistress."

"Never the less, you shall have it."

Sharon returned to her coffee.

"There will be no film. There will be filming. Every night you will preform on stage. The customers will not be part of the filming. They may, and some will, order their own films for their private libraries. On stage it is a little tricky. Each night will be filmed. The films must stand alone, before any customers enter the stage. Consider it all foreplay. I have no doubt that you will preform well."

"Yes mistress. I will serve you well."

"See that you do."

Sharon smiled her little sly smile, as she spoke to Sandra.

"You have little experience in a dominate roll. I have arraigned for your education. You will enjoy your schooling, I'm sure. You will serve at Mistress Karen's pleasure today, and into the night. In your pleasure at her hand, do not forget that you are there to learn."

"Yes mistress."

There is a guide waiting for you in the hall. Follow him. You will report to mistress Karen, naked. You will take no airs with you. You are still a slut slave. You will obey her, as you obey me."

"Yes mistress."

Sharon dismissed her with a gesture. Sharon led Connie to the bedroom, as Sandra left the room naked.

Sandra followed the guide. Her head was bowed, as befits a slave in her mistresses service. Her posture was perfect, as she walked. Sandra felt natural, walking the hallways naked. She was proud to display herself, in her mistress' service.

Sandra found herself standing before a door, as the guide knocked and waited for a response. Alexia answered the door. Alexia was dressed in a frilly white dress.

The dress was cut both low and short. Alexia's ample cleavage was clearly evident, as she stood smiling at Sandra. Sandra felt her vagina flush with moisture, as she stood naked before Alexia.

Alexia took Sandra into a full embrace. Alexia's kisses, and caresses, were filled with passion. Sandra's body, and her mind, responded to the embrace. Alexia seemed to be as excited as Sandra was, when she broke the kiss.

"My mistress awaits your arrival. She is seldom excited about a slave. You seem to have sparkled her lust. You have sparkled mine. My mistress and I share so much."

Sandra thought to herself. Mistress Sharon cannot escape romance even on her own island.

Alexia led Sandra onto the patio. The suite was as large as Sharon's suite. The patio was also just as large. The view from the patio, was identical to the view from Sharon's apartment. Sandra was sure the suites were not far apart. She was sure that the guide had led her around, rather than take her directly to her destination.

Sandra did not need the nonverbal cues from Alexia to know her position. Sandra knelt before her mistress. Karen's posture was perfect. Sandra's head bowed naturally before her mistress. Karen's aura of control permeated the area around her. Alexia took a seat at the table beside Karen. Alexia bowed her head, in her mistress' presence.

Sandra was sure that most people bowed their heads to Karen. Sandra viewed Karen through her eyelashes. Sandra found her beautiful. She did not have either the glamor, or the youth, of a sex goddess. Sandra thought that Karen was past her forties. She was at least as old as her parents.

Sandra could see the age in her parents. The only oldness that Sandra saw in Karen, was the confidence in her poise. A confidence, that only comes from age and wisdom.

Karen's body was trim, not small. She was in excellent physical condition. She was as tall as Sandra. She was not as full of figure as Sandra was. Karen sat at the table, looking out at the view.

Karen took no mind of either Sandra or Alexia. Sandra was sure she was aware of them. Sandra thought that Karen was probably aware of everything, within her aura.

Karen seemed to be in a world of her own. Sandra thought that Karen was a thousand miles from her body. Sandra startled at her voice. Karen had not moved, or lost the dreamy look in her eyes. Her voice was not loud. It was firm and crisp.

"I am so glad Mistress Sharon unshackled you, from that timid child, I first saw you with. I would have eaten her for desert. I'm sure I would have enjoyed the snack. A snack, is all she'll ever be capable of."

Ms. Karen turned to look at Sandra. Her eyes were sparkling. Her voice was even and calm.

"You'll taste good. You will satisfy me. It is not an easy task."

Ms Karen's eyes narrowed. Her voice was cold.

"You will burn with need, before you will accomplish your task. If you do not accomplish it, you will still be burning when you leave. Your new bruises will remind you either of your success, or your failure. Either way, you'll have bruises when you leave me."

"Yes Mistress. I'll carry your signature proudly."

"See that you do."

Karen stood up. A short whip appeared in her hand. She spoke no words, as she used the whip on Sandra's naked body. Sandra's lust grew with each blow. Sandra's eyes filled with tears, as her vagina filled with moisture.

Karen stopped, as suddenly as she had started. She squatted down. She kissed Sandra without embrace. The kiss seemed casual. Sandra felt an electric current flow between their lips.

Karen stroked Sandra's vagina, after she broke the kiss. Sandra felt the same electric tingling in her vagina, as she did with her lips. Karen brought her hand up to her mouth. She licked her fingers.

"Tasty, but not yet ripe. Young lust does not satisfy, like properly ripened lust. I know you have a lot. I yearn for quality rather than quantity."

Karen stood up. She went to Alexia. She straddled her as she sat lightly on her lap. Karen kissed Alexia deeply. Alexia accepted the kiss, and returned it. Sandra could see the love and devotion between them.

"Alexia. You have been so wonderful. It has been so hectic. Baby sitting the tourists, is as big a job as baby sitting the whores. We have not had a day off for over a month. I have ordered a boat and a lunch. We'll have a quiet lunch, away from the crowd. I do love the unmuffled screams, of unbridled lust. We'll have so much fun with our new toy."

"Yes Mistress."

Karen dismounted from Alexia's lap. She bubbled with happy, as she took Alexia's hand. She pulled Alexia to her feet. She kissed her deeply.

"We start in the spa. Women must be pampered. There might even be a tasty snack on duty."

"Yes mistress. I would like a nice tasty snack."

Alexia walked up to Sandra. She pet her lightly on her cheek.

"I can hardly wait for the main course. Follow me. I'll follow my mistress."

"Yes mistress."

Karen led Alexia and Sandra, like little ducks following their mother. Karen took no thought of them as she walked. The spa they arrived at, was quite different than the employee day spa. This one dripped with class. The attendants were sharp in their revealing dress. Karen walked up to the reception desk. The young woman who sat at the desk, bowed her head when she saw Karen.

"Mistress Karen. It is so good to see you. We've not had the pleasure of your company for some time."

Karen reached across the desk. She wound one finger in the receptionists hair. She pulled the woman up and over the desk. Karen kissed her deeply.

"I've had little time of late. I have neglected your ass, for some time now."

The young woman blushed as Karen spoke.

"If you do not find someone delectable to attend me, I'll attend to your ass, as I walk out the door."

Karen released her. She spoke crisply.

"We'll have a sauna, bath, and massage. I want someone ripe and full, ready to eat. Ms. Alexia wants someone firm, who will make her relax. The slut slave who attends us, will have a man of low moral class, slightly vulgar. "

"Yes mistress."

Karen led them to the sauna. Alexia undressed Karen. She then undressed herself. Alexia had no erection as she stood waiting for her mistress to lead her.

Sandra had an erection. It was the mention of 'slightly vulgar' that had aroused Sandra. She had shivered, when she heard her mistress order her attendant.

The sauna was done without a word. Karen held Alexia, as they sweat. Alexia's head was on her lap. Karen seemed to enjoy the experience. She did not relax, even in the hot steamy room. Her back was straight, as she sat in the steam.

Sandra felt as if she was alone in the room. Neither of the woman acknowledged her in any way.

After quite some time, Karen stood up. She walked to the corner of the sauna room. She opened a panel, that had been invisible before she opened it. The small short closet held several whips and sex toys on a shelf. Karen chose a whip.

She walked up to Alexia. Alexia rolled her over onto her stomach. Karen was masturbating. She had a serene dreamy look in her eyes. Karen used the whip on Alexia. She covered Alexia's ass and back with red welts.

Without a word, Karen went to Sandra. She laid her down on the hot bench. The hot dry wood seared Sandra's body, and her mind. Karen used the whip. She used it on Sandra's ass and back. Alexia came to her mistress. She knelt before her. Alexia used her tongue, and her hand, to raise Karen's passion.

Karen whipped Sandra on her upper thighs. Sandra could no longer keep her silence. She screamed out in pain. Alexia held her hand over Sandra's mouth. Karen continued to use the whip on Sandra's tender thighs, as she masturbated.

Karen began to orgasm. She could not stay upright. Alexia helped Karen set down, and lean back. Alexia pulled Sandra's head to Karen's open vagina. Alexia pleasured her mistress with kisses and fondles. Sandra raised Karen's passion higher, with her mouth between Karen's open legs.

This time, it was Karen who screamed. Her screams were ones of pleasure. Alexia muffled her screams with her kisses. Karen used the whip on Sandra's back, as she shuddered with pleasure.

Karen relaxed for a short time. She sat back up into perfect posture. She pulled Sandra to her. She kissed Sandra deeply. Karen fondled Sandra intimately. She pulled her hand up to her mouth. Her eyes sparkled, as she licked her fingers.

"Defiantly lust. Not even a taste of ripeness. It is still tart."

Karen kissed Sandra lightly.

"Lust should always taste sweet on the tongue.

Karen slapped Sandra. Her eyes were narrow. Her voice was hard and cold.

"Work on it bitch."

"Yes mistress."

CHAPTER

As they left the sauna, they were greeted by three attendants. All three wore short terry cloth robes. One of the attendants was the receptionist from the front desk. Karen approached her.

"Mistress. There was no one on duty, you would approve of. I was going to get my ass beat, no matter what. I might as well enjoy it. I assure you mistress, I will serve you well."

The receptionist removed her robe. She held out her hand, with a bowed head.

"Right this way mistress. I'll attend you in your bathing."

The other two attendants removed their robes. The woman attendant took Alexia by the arm. She looked somewhat intimidating. She was a large woman. She was quite feminine in form. Her hair was cut short. She had a masculine aura about her. She led Alexia with intent.

The last attendant was the man. He was muscular and gruff. He looked like he should have shaved yesterday. He took Sandra by the hair.

"You're a hot piece. I'll like this job."

He kissed her lewdly, as he held her on her tip toes by her hair. His fondling hand was crude and invasive. He reminded Sandra of the man in the limo, so long ago.

Sandra was brought into a large room. There was a large massage table in the center of the room. It was large enough to accommodate several people. There were walk in bathtubs around the room.

Each tub had a fine mist shower in front of it. The mist was always on. The room was warm and damp. Karen was already in her tub. Alexia was being guided into hers.

The man crudely groped Sandra, as he forced her into the tub. The attendant covered Sandra's body with sudsy soap. Her body became slick. The attendant used his hands intimately on Sandra. The attendant slipped one finger into Sandra's ass.

"Nice ass bitch. It feels well used."

The man pulled Sandra into a tight embrace. Sandra could feel his erection pressed against her body. Sandra thought he would take her right then. Sandra was blushing, at his vulgar comment.

"I'll have you for your mistresses pleasure, in her sight. I am just exploring the property. I love to play with the whores."

The man washed her thoroughly. His hands explored her body, just as thoroughly as he washed her.

He pulled her out of the tub as roughly, as he put her into it. The attendant stood Sandra in the fine mist. He fondled her crudely, as the fine spray rinsed the soap from her body. The man drug Sandra onto the table. He began a professional massage. He stood on the raised platform next to the large table.

Sandra loved the massage. It invigorated her body. The massage reawakened all of Sandra's bruises. She shivered with excitement, as the pain spread throughout her body. Sandra's vagina was open and wet, as her attendant crudely invaded her. Sandra watched fascinated, as Alexia receive her massage.

"Alexia. Stop struggling. We have been through this before. You will give it to me. Your mistress will beat your ass, for your infidelity."

Alexia lay face down. The attendant stroked Alexia's erection under her body. Through it all, Alexia was also getting a professional massage.

Karen was finished with her massage. She was ready to play. She crawled over to Sandra.

"Hold her head. Put something in her mouth."

Sandra's attendant took Sandra's hair into his hands, He pulled Sandra's mouth onto his erection.

Karen used the whip on Sandra. Alexia's erection was put to use by her attendant.

Sandra was gagged by the erection in her mouth. Karen slashed her until she was forced to scream.

"I love to hear you scream. It is such a shame to muffle it."

Karen turned her attention to Alexia.

"I leave you alone for one minute, and you are fucking the first tramp you find."

The attendant rolled over without losing Alexia's erection from her vagina. Alexia's ass was open and available to Karen. She began to whip Alexia.

The pain, that Karen's whip brought to Alexia, raised her lust. She fucked the attendant hard, with full long strokes. The attendant found her orgasm, before Alexia found hers.

The man never stopped fucking Sandra's mouth, as he fondled her full breasts. Karen was raging. She lashed at both women as she masturbated. The man rose to his orgasm. He filled Sandra's mouth with his cum. Karen covered her ass with welts.

Karen became enraged with her own lust. She pulled Sandra's head to her wet vagina. Karen took no regard for anything, except her full deep pleasure. Her orgasm came in waves of delight. Karen shuddered with pleasure, as she fell back into her afterglow.

Sandra's lust was raging. She masturbated. She wanted more.

"Please mistress. Please do not leave like this."

Sandra worked out a small unsatisfactory orgasm. She lay on her side. She softly shed tears of frustration and longing. Karen went to her. She stroked Sandra's vagina. She smiled at Sandra, as she licked her fingers.

"Better. Still too tart. I am sure it will ripen, before the night is over."

Karen glared a Sandra.

"Until it is ripe, you will burn."

Sandra wept, as she spoke.

"Yes mistress. I burn now."

When they left the spa, Karen and Alexia were dressed in thin silk robes. Karen wore white. Alexia wore pink. They walked arm in arm. Sandra followed behind them. Sandra was naked except for the golden collar around her neck.




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 04



Karen led them into a clothing store. Karen shopped without consulting Alexia or Sandra. Karen dressed herself in an emerald green corset, and light green silk stockings. Her shoes were flat sandals. Her dress was a lime green wrap around.

Alexia wore a skirt and blouse. Her short skirt was pale green. Her white blouse was cut low. An emerald green leather belt, held her blouse tight against her body. Alexia wore nothing under her clothes

Sandra was almost naked, in the white silk slip Karen dressed her in. The slip was thin. The shoulder straps were almost non existent. The thin bra cup's barely covered her breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible.

The spandex in the material, caused the slip to cling tightly to her body. The slip had slits up the sides. Sandra flashed her bare thighs with each step. Her pubic mound was as visible, as her nipples were. Sandra, like Alexia, was bare foot.

Karen ignored Sandra, as she led them around the small village mall. Karen shopped, at her leisure. Karen's only attention to Sandra, came when she bought Sandra an anklet of gold. The anklet had tiny silver bells hanging from it.

Karen bought many tiny gold bangle bracelets for Sandra's wrists. Karen used a thin leather lace to tie Sandra's hands, through the bangles behind her back.

Sandra followed Karen in bondage. The little silver bells, tinkled with each step she took.

"I do not want you to get lost today."

"Yes mistress."

Karen led them to the small dock area. They boarded a small boat. Sandra was surprised when the boat, pulled away from the dock. The electric motor was almost silent as it hummed.

Karen steered the small boat across the wide lagoon. Karen held Alexia close to her, as they traveled. Sandra thought they looked romantic in their closeness. As they traveled, Sandra dreamed of standing in a close embrace with Sharon, in a romantic setting like this.

Karen steered the small boat close to the shore line, as she left the lagoon. Sandra thought the island was so beautiful It was a paradise, of lush jungle foliage. The emerald green of the foliage, nestled up to the deep azure blue of the water.

Karen stopped in a small inlet. She took Alexia into her arms, in a full embrace. She kissed Alexia deeply.

"I love to watch you play in the water. I brought a toy for you to play with. Take Sandra and play in the water. I'll watch."

"Yes mistress."

Alexia removed her clothes. She dove into the water, with much rocking of the small boat. The same fear returned to her, that had gripped Sandra when she had stepped into the canoe.

She felt as if the boat would tip over. The fear in her eye's expanded when Alexia pulled her, by her hair, over the side of the boat. The sudden immersion into the tepid water shocked her. There was a moment of panic, as the water covered her completely.

Sandra was rescued, and righted by Alexia. When Sandra stood up in the shallow water her white slip was transparent. It clung to her like a second skin. Sandra was helpless in her bondage, in the water. She endured the splashing and dunking at Alexia's hands. Alexia's hands were intimate, as they fondled and played with her new toy.

Sandra was excited. Her vagina was open. It was as wet, as her body was. Alexia became aroused. Sandra watched her erection expand, through the clear water. Alexia put Sandra on her knees in the water. Sandra's shoulders were barely above the water. 

Alexia put her erection into Sandra's mouth. The gentle waves floated Sandra's breasts like large fishing floats. Sandra could taste the salt water, as Alexia slowly fucked her mouth. Alexia's attention was on her mistress, as she preformed for her.

Sandra was only a prop in Alexia's erotic theater, preformed for her mistress' enjoyment. Karen maneuvered the boat close to the women in the water. She leaned over, bringing the edge of the boat precariously close to the water. Alexia pulled Sandra up and kissed her, as she brought Sandra's back close to the boat and Karen's whip.

Karen masturbated. She smiled, as she covered Sandra's back with lashes. Alexia pulled her up, baring her ass to Karen's whip. Alexia masturbated Sandra, as she orally assaulted Sandra's mouth. 

Sandra's passion rose to lust, as she savored each stripe of liquid pain her master delivered to her. Sandra whimpered her need. She plead to Karen with her eyes. Alexia released Sandra. She turned her in the water, to face Karen's whip.

Karen raised to her orgasm, as she covered Sandra's tits with thin red stripes. The wet slip covered the stripes, It offered no protection from the sting of the lashes. Sandra could feel the sharp sting of the ocean water on her freshly abraded ass.

When Karen found her orgasm, Alexia replaced Sandra on her knees in the water. Alexia fucked Sandra's mouth with passion. Her strokes were deep and powerful in Sandra's mouth.

Sandra had no choice but to use her mouth to please her mistress, as Alexia found a noisy orgasm. Sandra accepted the offering of lust into her mouth. Sandra's unfulfilled lust raged. She wanted more. Her vagina demanded it.

Alexia and Karen rolled Sandra out of the water, into the boat. Alexia swam, as Karen tormented Sandra in her need. Karen used her hands, and her whip, to raise Sandra to a fever of want and desire.

Alexia rolled over the edge of the boat out of the warm water. Panic flew into Sandra's eyes, and heart, as the edge of the boat dipped for a moment into the water. The terror in Sandra's eyes, flashed new waves of lust into her vagina.

Sandra was sat down, onto a seat in the boat. Karen and Alexia kissed and cooed with each other, as Sandra sat weeping in her need. Karen and Alexia payed her no mind, as they continued their journey.

Sandra's lust had faded, by the time they entered a small inlet. The foliage almost hid the entrance. Karen pulled the boat up to a small dock. Alexia exited the boat. She tied the boat to the dock. There was a small cabana near the boat. Karen walked to the cabana. Alexia led Sandra behind her mistress. 

Alexia removed Karen's outer clothes. She sat Karen down on a low chair. Alexia removed Karen's sandals. Alexia kissed each foot, and each shoe, as she slipped the emerald green high heels onto her feet.

Karen stood over Sandra, with her whip in her hand.

"Alone at last. We have no need to muffle your screams here. They will excite me so."

Karen walked around Sandra as she used her whip on her. The salt on her slip added to the sting of the whip. Sandra began to scream. She sang for her mistress, as Karen played.

Karen masturbated lightly, as she listened to her favorite song. Sandra raged in her lust and need. Karen reached down and stroked Sandra's open vagina. She raised her hand to her mouth. Karen licked her fingers with amusement in her eyes.

"That is better. Your lust is ripening quite nicely."

Karen left Sandra weeping in her need. Sandra's hips were rocking. Little whimpers, and moans, escaped her lips. Karen turned her attention to the catered lunch, and Alexia's full figure. 

They played and ate, as Sandra watched. Sandra's arms were aching. She wanted to move and stretch them. Sandra's vagina ached with frustrated desire.

Karen and Alexia worked their passion up on the large bed. Alexia made love to Karen with her mouth, her hands, and finally with her full erection.

Sandra knelt on the floor. She wept as she watched. Karen found pleasure in the sex. She found greater pleasure, in seeing the crying woman on her knees before her.

The afternoon was a nightmare for Sandra. Karen stopped her erotic romp with Alexia, only long enough to whip Sandra until she screamed from the pain. Sandra screamed from the pain and, her need. She began to plead.

"Please mistress. I am in need. Please let my hands free. I'll please you so much."

"You already please me so much. I'll have your lust when it ripens. Not a second before. Sing for me."

Sandra sang for her mistress, as her mistress kissed her body with her master. Karen and Alexia settled down in the large bed and slipped into a contented sleep. Sandra expended all of her tears, as they slept. Sandra was raging in her need. Every part of her ached. Mostly her arms ached. She wanted to move and stretch.

Sandra could no longer hold herself up. She lay on her side. She cried tear less sobs, as she fell into a restless sleep of her own.

Sandra was awakened, by the sharp slash of the whip on her ass.

"You lazy slut. Get up."

Sandra tried to rise onto her knees. Her arms tingled. Her neck was sore. Sandra was helpless and miserable. The whip brought back her tears, and her lust. Alexia helped her back up, onto her knees. Karen methodically stripped her body with the whip. Sandra cried from deep inside of herself.

Karen finished her play. She stroked Sandra's open vagina. She tasted her fingers.

"You lust is getting riper. It still needs some more time. Your lust is full, but it is still tart."

Karen released Sandra's hands.

"Amuse me bitch."

"Yes mistress."

Karen took Alexia into a deep embrace, as she sat down on the low chair. Karen pushed Alexia's head down to her vagina.

"You will amuse me also."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra moved and stretched her arms. Her vagina demanded her hands before her arms stopped tingling. Sandra rose up on her knees. She began to masturbate with her hands. Her eyes made love to Karen, as her passion rose higher.

Sandra sang a softer song of lust, for her mistress. She sang the oldest song there was. The sounds of her passion rose. Sandra found release in her powerful orgasm. Sandra shared her pleasure with her mistress, through her eyes. Alexia filled her mistress with pleasure, and her large erection.

All three women found their passion, and their pleasure. Sandra found release. She found no lust in her orgasm. She shuddered. Her vagina demanded more.

Karen rebound Sandra, then led the women to the small boat at the dock.

Alexia helped Sandra into the boat, then into her seat. The dried slip was harsh against her skin, from the stiffness of the salt. The stinging salt brought each small abrasion to life.

Sandra had no large abrasions. Her mistress had used the whip with a practiced hand. She brought pain to Sandra with her whip, not damage. Sandra's lust faded, as the pain receded. Her bruises would not last long.

Karen seemed content, as she steered the boat back to the large lagoon. Darkness was falling, as they docked the boat at the main pier. Karen left her heels in the boat. Alexia broke the thin shoulder straps of Sandra's slip. She removed the stiff slip from Sandra with out releasing her arms.

Karen snuggled with Alexia, as they went into the main building. Sandra held her head up. She thrust out her breasts. She followed her mistress, in perfect posture. She smiled for the camera. She was sure that there was one somewhere.

Karen dropped Sandra off at the Spa. Her orders were crisp and short.

"Clean the bitch up. Dress her for a proper dinner. Just a dress. Sexy but not lewd. No under clothes. Heels that buckle on. Stockings and garters. I'll send a guide, when I am ready for her."

"Yes mistress."

Karen released Sandra's hands. She kissed her on the cheek.

"Vintage lust ripens slowly. I'll taste your sweet lust soon."

Karen glared at the attendant.

"She will have no pleasure. Either from the staff, or from herself."

"Yes mistress."

Karen left with Alexia. They snuggled as they walked. Sandra smiled as she thought to her self. Pure romance. I am sure it exists. I see it everywhere.

She sighed, as she dreamed of walking like that with her mistress Sharon.

CHAPTER.

Sandra was bathed and oiled. She was scented and shaved. Her hair and nails were done. Her make up was applied. Sandra was naked through it all. Sandra was comfortable in her nakedness, even with strangers.

Sandra was dressed. She sat waiting for what seemed like forever. The attendant made her pull her dress up, and sit directly on the leather seat.

"I'll not have you appear before your mistress in a wrinkled dress."

Sandra sat in perfect posture. She was as patient, as she was obedient. Sandra sat and sweat. Her vagina raged with need.

Her arousal dampened the fine leather. She could smell the heady aroma of woman and leather. She longed for her master. Sandra's thermostat was stuck on full. Her hips rocked slowly as she waited.

The guide appeared in the lobby of the spa. He spoke Sandra's name. Sandra stood. She smoothed her dress. She walked up to the guide.

"Follow me."

Sandra held her head up. She looked directly at the guide.

"At my mistress' pleasure."

The guide led her to the roof of the building. The restaurant and park on the roof, could not be seen from the ground. Sandra was surprised to see them. Sandra was led to Karen's table.

Karen and Alexia were immaculately dressed for a formal dinner. They were seated in the only chairs at the table. Next to Karen was a large pillow, and a short table. Sharon knelt on the pillow. She faced the small table. She knelt sideways to Karen. Sandra knelt straight, with her her head bowed before her mistress.

The table was partially secluded. Sandra's back faced the general seating area. Sandra's back could be seen. Karen and Alexia were not visable to the other eating guests.

Sandra's small table was bare except for a finger bowl and a large linen napkin. Karen took no notice of Sandra's arrival. Karen and Alexia, were cooing and flirting with each other.

When the dinner was served, Sandra was also served. Sandra received food, but no silverware. Her food was cut into bite sized pieces. Sandra daintily picked up pieces of her food, as she ate them.

She washed her fingers after each bite. She did not want her mistress' slave to be greasy. Her meal was slow and tedious. It was also delicious. Sandra savored the flavors, one small bite at a time.

After the leisurely meal, Karen looked down at Sandra. Her eyes were shining with amusement.

"It is time for desert. The staff, and the customers, could use some eye candy. Take off your dress."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra stood. She removed her dress. Her eyes flirted with Karen. She folded her dress neatly. She sat it aside. She returned to her knees beside her mistress.

Desert was served to Karen and Alexia. A silver tray, with a short whip on it, was set before Sandra. Sandra flushed with excitement, and wetness, as she looked at the whip on the silver tray.

Karen finished her desert, before she took notice of Sandra.

"You shall have your desert now. Hand me your desert. I will feed you. Do not embarrass me, with your screams in public."

"Yes mistress.

Sandra picked up the whip. She kissed it. She handed her master, to her mistress. Her head, and her eyes, were lowered.

Karen's eyes were alive with excitement, as she used the whip on Sandra's ass and back. Alexia quietly slipped to her knees under the table. Alexia served her mistress on her knees.

Sandra accepted her masters kisses, with much pleasure. Her lust was raging. She could not hold her hips still. She did not scream. She could not remain silent.

She moaned. She gasped little grunts with each lash. Her hands moved to her open vagina. She began a dance of lust for her mistress. Her lust grew. Sandra's rise to orgasm began. Karen slashed at Sandra's hands.

''Stop acting like a slut. Give me your hands."

"Yes mistress."

With great difficulty, Sandra pulled her hands away from her body. Her eyes filled with tears, as she presented her hands to Karen. Karen licked her fingers.

"It is almost ripe. I can taste the sweetness. There is still just a touch of tartness. Put on your dress."

"Yes mistress."

The only pleasure Sandra found right then, was the promise of her eminent release.

Karen took Alexia to a small bar. Sandra obediently followed. Karen was seated in a small booth. Alexia slid in close to Karen. Sandra was just another piece of the decor in the bar. She was neither noticed, nor served.

Karen led them back to the suite. Karen walked directly to the back wall. She removed her dress with her back to Sandra. Sandra could feel the sexual energy in the room raise.

Sandra sank to her knees in the middle of the room. She held herself proudly. Her pride came from serving her mistress Sharon, by pleasing Karen. Sandra was in the service of her mistress, as she waited.

Alexia took Karen's dress. She folded it neatly. She did the same, with Sandra's dress, after she had removed it. She left the room with the clothes.

Karen turned to face Sandra. Her tight corset and high heels spoke of her position. Her eyes, and the whip in her hand, spoke of her power and control.

Karen's eyes were burning, just as Sandra's vagina burned. The lust between the women's eyes, flashed sparks of live electricity. The lust thickened the air like a fog.

Alexia returned in a short sexy night gown. She posed for Karen. Karen could only see one thing right now. She saw Sandra. She could smell her. She could feel Sandra's vibrating energy. Karen began to lash at Sandra. Alexia came to her. She muffled Sandra's screams when they began.

Karen could no longer contain her lust. She sat in a low armless chair. She reclined back. Alexia brought Sandra. She knelt her before her mistress. Alexia stroked Sandra's seeping vagina. She offered her hand to her mistress' mouth. Karen licked them clean.

"Sweet like honey. I'll have your lust from your mouth." Karen looked at Alexia. She spoke with the first pleasures of Sandra's tongue.

"She will serve me better, with her ass filled."

"Yes mistress."

Alexia knelt behind Sandra. Sandra used her mouth, and her lust, in her mistresses service. Sandra used her hands on herself. Karen used the whip on Sandra as she worked. Alexia pressed her erection into Sandra's ass, with out lubrication.

Sandra's lust flared, with the pain of her penetration. Her orgasm exploded. Her spasms were ones of pure undiluted lust. Karen's lust matched Sandra's. Karen pushed Sandra and Alexia back.

Alexia lay on her back without losing Sandra from his erection. Sandra began to fuck herself on the thick erection in her ass. Karen knelt down. She captured Sandra's vagina with her mouth. Karen drank Sandra's lust from her seeping vagina.

Sandra did not know that her lust could raise this high. There was nothing in Sandra's mind, but the pleasure of total sexual release. Sandra shuddered with waves of pleasure before she collapsed.

Sandra could do nothing but shudder and spasm as her entire body was in orgasm. Karen fell to her side in complete erotic waves of pleasure. Alexia ejaculated into Sandra's ass. She fell alongside of her mistress. They were all totally satisfied.

CHAPTER

Sandra woke early. She slipped her legs off the bed. She winced as she sat onto her tender ass. Sandra savored the little waves of pleasure that spread through her body. Sandra went quietly to the bathroom.

Sandra performed her morning ritual, then stepped into the large shower. She dialed in the temperature. The shower exploded with a fine water mist. It was cold for just an instant. Sandra luxuriated in the hot water.

For the first time, she missed Mary. She would love to put her head between her legs right now. Sandra settled for her hands. She found a pleasant easy orgasm. Her orgasm brightened her up. Her afterglow was exhilarating.

She went to the house phone.

"This is Sandra. Is there a guide assigned to me this morning?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll send for him."

"Tell him to hurry. Have him wait at the door. I'll meet him in the hallway."

Sandra found a short terry robe. Before she put it on, she turned before the mirror. Sandra smiled. Even at the height of passion, the force of Karen's lashes never went below her skin. Sandra knew they would be half yellow tonight. The next morning they would be all yellow. Three days from now they would be gone.




Sandra's Summer Job Ch. 04



Sandra put on her robe. She tied it so that it gaped. Sandra went to the bedroom. She retrieved her stockings, garters, and heels. Sandra paused in the living room long enough to put them on. She quietly slipped into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

The guide had just arrived when she got there. She did not wait for him to speak.

"Lead me, wherever I am to go. Do not hurry. I'm in heels. I have no intention of running after you."

"Yes ma'am."

Sandra did not know where she was being led. She didn't care. She hoped it was to her mistress.

Glenda smiled on Sandra. She was led to Sharon's apartment. Sharon was sitting with Connie over coffee. Connie rose. She seated Sandra, and served her coffee.

Sharon let her drink some coffee and eat some of her pastry. Sharon called Sandra to her. She took Sandra's robe from her. She turned Sandra around. She caressed Sandra's bruises. Sharon looked at Connie.

"This is art. Mistress Karen is an artist. You will learn from her."

Connie blushed.

"Yes mistress."

Sharon returned Sandra to her seat. Connie took the robe, to the hamper in the bathroom. Sandra sat in her nakedness, at the table with her mistress. Her only clothing was the golden collar around her neck.

"You seem so relaxed this morning. At any time you act like a bitch, I'll send you to mistress Karen for your punishment."

"Yes mistress."

"The next two ,your daily schedule will be the same every day. It starts today. When you leave here, you will go to the village and mingle. You will entertain the customers. Kiss them, suck them, fuck them, at their pleasure.

You are on stage tonight and every night at ten. Three hours before stage time, you will be in the employees lounge. You will do one hour of physical fitness. You will rest and eat. You will arrive on stage in costume with flashing eyes.

There will be three people on stage. You. Me. And, the camera. We will perform for fifteen minutes. You'll get a crash course in bondage. I'll raise your lust. I will not satisfy it. At the end of the filming, I'll pull four numbers from the fish bowl. Each of those lucky customers, will fuck you on stage. No camera. You will find your passion from the audience. Several hundred people will watch you get fucked. Most of them will jack off.

When you are done, you will take the slave of your choice and return to your suite. Find what relief, you can find . Then mingle in the morning with shining eyes. The morning shift is much easier than the graveyard shift."

Sharon returned to her coffee. She stood. She walked around behind Sandra. She snapped a small sign onto her collar. Sandra looked down. The sign said 'No whips. Mistress Sharon'.

"You will wear that at all times. I'll take it off for the camera. No one will use a whip on you but me."

Sharon glared at Sandra.

"Except mistress Karen, if you need correction or punishment."

Sharon soften her eyes, and her voice, as she continued.

"I'll put the sign back on when the camera stops. Not even the four lucky winners, will hold a whip. One more thing, before you go mingle."

Sharon handed both women a colorful poster.

Sandra saw a picture of Connie on one side of the poster. A picture of her was on the other side. The poster announced the 'Cat Fight of the Year'. The picture of Connie showed her in heels and a brief corset. She held a whip. She looked down in contempt, at the camera. The words under her picture said, 'The reigning champion. Ms. Connie. Mistress Sharon's personal maid. 120 lbs of dynamite'.

The picture of Sandra showed her on her knees. She was facing away from the camera. She was looking back over her shoulder smiling. Her bare ass and back were covered with red welts. The words said, "An unknown contender, who fought her way up through the ranks. She challenges Connie, for her position as Top Cat. 155 lbs. Of fury'.

Sandra blushed. She said to her self. 155 lbs? I will work harder on my physical fitness training.

Sandra read the rest of the poster. Six preliminary bouts. All of the contenders were slut slaves. They were all listed by first name only. Sandra smiled as she read Beth's name on the list. She was sure Beth would be tougher now than when they had first met on the ship.

"I have bet a substantial amount of money on this fight. I'll either be very happy, or very angry, when the match is over. I'll not give either of you, even one hint as to who I have bet on. Sandra. Go mingle. Start at the restaurant. Do not neglect yourself."

"Yes mistress."

Sandra walked to the restaurant thinking about the fight, and Sandra's bet. She decided, she should not let the bet affect her in any way. She was going to beat Connie's ass. Sandra was less sure of herself now, than when she first said it.

Sandra thought about Connie's father. He had said 'That was not art'. Sharon had said, 'Her hands are talented'.

The knowledge flashed in her mind. Just like the plan that had gotten her into this job. Just like when she suddenly realized, Sandra Wilson was her owner for the summer. Sandra suddenly knew, Connie was trained in the martial arts. Just as quickly, her mind seamed. Girl, you have really fucked up this time.

Sandra remembered Connie laying on the floor when she had whipped her. She remembered Connie inhaling deeply. She had exhaled slowly, as she righted herself. Connie had calmed herself, in that same exhale.

Sandra filled her lungs with air. She slowly exhaled. Her mind calmed. Her resolve returned. She thought to herself. Fuck all that Karate Kid shit. I'll show her how American girls kick ass."

Sandra smiled she tried to remember the films she had seen. She felt confident in the knowledge, that she had seen every Bruce Lee film he ever made, many times. Yea. A style that is not a style. It's all in the brain.

Sandra had no time to think about it. The mornings were slow but they were not at a stop. Sandra felt good playing the part of a bold brazen prostitute. She walked through the village with her head high. Sometimes she was escorted to a specific suite. Sometimes she was escorted to the film studio.

She turned her tricks, then worked out in the physical fitness center. She was now running, on country trails. As she ran through the virtual trails, she smiled and thought of Mary.

Sandra again thought of Mary, the first night she was brought onto the film set. She was delivered onto the set, from the back. She knew that there were many people watching her.

She could almost feel the eyes caressing her crudely, like the attendant at the spa. Sandra was sure the scene would have sparkled Mary's eyes.

Sandra's costumes varied for the films One part of her costume never varied. Silk stockings, and heels that buckled onto her ankles. Sometimes it was all she wore.

The costumes and the bondage varied widely. Underneath the trappings, the movie was always the same. Sharon put Sandra into some form of bondage. Sharon raised Sandra's passion with her whip. Sandra would give her passion and lust to her audience, and the camera. It would end with both women masturbating, with or without dildos. Sharon raised Sandra's lust, with Sandra's master.

Sandra always dreaded the sound of Sharon's voice.

"Cut."

Sandra was always startled. She always thought it came too soon. Sandra would be left in some form of bondage, as Sharon called out the lucky numbers.

Sandra turned the tricks without much involvement. There were even times, she did not have to fake an orgasm. There were not many of them.

The first night she chose Beth, as her pleasure slave. After that, she made arrangements for Beth to serve her every night. Sandra found satisfaction in Beth's service.

Sandra felt pleasure in dominating her. Beth found pleasure in her servitude. Sandra sometimes found a wave of lust at Beth's hand. Beth found satisfaction using the dildo in Sandra's ass.

The only thing that Sandra looked forward to, was her time with the physical fitness trainer. She had asked the trainer about her problem.

"I have to fight a person, who is trained in the martial arts. I am bigger, and I think stronger. I have seen every Bruce Lee film. I know what he taught. I have never done any of it."

"Bruce Lee was just an average martial artist. Better than most. When he added American fist fighting to his style, he kicked everyone's ass."

The trainer slapped Sandra. He spoke with anger.

"Let's fight bitch."

Sandra drew her fists up in a classic fighting pose.

"That's the one. You already know it. You go to that stance instinctively. That stance represents a powerful martial art. That is the American martial art. Let me show you some things."

Sandra spared with the trainer every day. She used up her frustration in the sparring. Sandra had no duties on the day of the bout. Sandra was sure, she was as ready as she would ever be.

Sandra had made arrangements for the little boat, and a lunch at the cabana. Sandra took Beth with her. Sandra used the time to calm herself. She knew that it had to be art, not anger. She spent the day cuddling with Beth, and napping between gentle orgasms.

When Sandra returned she had one hour before the bout. Beth hurried to the arena. She was almost late for her bout. Sandra went to the back of the building. She entered the red door. Karen looked up from her desk.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for my punishment."

"Did mistress Sharon send you to me?

Karen stood up, as Sandra replied.

"My mistress said only her whip, or your whip of punishment, are the only whips I am allowed. I want to feel my ass tingle when I face Connie."

"Do you think you can just walk into my office, and command my whip?"

"No mistress. I have earned my punishment." I was quite rude to have left your apartment, before I was dismissed.

"I might beat your ass for hours, as your punishment."

Sandra smiled as she spoke.

"I have been ordered by my mistress, to be on stage in forty five minutes."

Sandra disrobed, as she waited for Karen to respond. She folded her clothes neatly. She sat her folded clothes aside.

"I'll give you what you want tonight. At some point you will give me what I want."

Sandra giggled. Her eyes were shining.

"Like if I called Alexia a slut. That would give you grounds, to administer what is in your mind right now."

Karen smiled, as she drug Sandra into a small office with a padded rug and a couch.

"Yes Sandra dear, that would indeed work. Alexia silence the bitch."

Alexia sat on the couch. She lifted her dress. She held Sandra's head by her hair. He forced his semi erect cock into her mouth. Karen removed her dress. She masturbated, as she used the whip on Sandra's struggling body.

Karen used the whip, until Alexia was finished. Alexia did not finish quickly. When she did, she pulled Sandra's face up. Alexia slapped her.

"Slut? We will see who the slut is."

Sandra smiled up at Alexia.

"Yes mistress. I look forward to that day."

CHAPTER

Sandra was met by her guide. He made it clear they would have to hurry. Sandra paused to unbuckle her heels. She dropped them on the floor in the office. She blew a kiss to Alexia, as she turned to go.

"Like a common street whore."

Sandra, and the guide, hurried on their way. They did not have far to go. The large ball room was at the back of the building on the second floor. Tonight it was an arena.

In the center of the floor was a circular padded stage, eight foot in diameter. The stage stood three feet off of the floor. Around the stage, the floor was padded for four feet. Bleacher seating was erected all around the room. Every seat was filled. 

Sandra arrived in her dressing room. Sharon was waiting for her. Attendants stripped her naked as Sharon spoke.

"That's cutting it close bitch."

Sharon saw the fresh red stripes covering her back, legs, and ass.

"It looks as if someone has disobeyed my orders."

"No mistress. Those stripes were administered by mistress Karen, to punish me."

"What did you do, to deserve punishment?"

Sandra giggled.

"I called Alexia a slut."

"That will do it all right."

"Only my mistress' schedule, saved me from worse. For the moment."

Sandra was dressed in a set of full panties with a built in crotch guard. Her bra was a sports bra with built in breast protection. They were both pink.

Sandra rolled her eyes.

"Pink? It's said that a woman looks pretty in pink. Pretty, was not the image I wanted to project tonight. I was hoping for red, white, and blue. Tonight Connie will learn not to fuck with an American girl."

Sandra was led to the stage. She easily hopped up onto the stage. The announcer spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen the featured bout tonight. Connie in blue. Sandra in pink. The ladies have not seen the stage before. I'll explain the rules for them. The first rule is, there are no rules. No one has ever been able to inject rules, when young women fight.

At any time you leave the stage, you have lost that round. Whither you are thrown off the stage, knocked off, or fall off accidentally. You lose the round. The first one to lose three rounds, will be declared the loser of the bout. You may start at the sound of the bell."

Sandra had decided that she could overwhelm Connie, by just her personal energy, and her voice. She had seen Sharon do it to Beth. She thought it would be the best plan.

The announcer left the women alone on the stage. The bell sounded. Connie saluted her opponent with a slight bow. Sandra spoke harshly. She walked boldly up to Connie.

"Fuck you bitch. I'll slap you."

There was a flash of fear in Connie's eyes, as Sandra swung her arm to slap her. Connie easily caught Sandra's arm. She flipped Sandra over her shoulder. Sandra landed hard by the edge of the stage. Connie kicked her shoulder, as Sandra started to rise. Sandra spun around. The force of the blow propelled her off the stage.

Sandra landed hard on her hip. Sandra knew that it was deeply bruised. It hurt as she climbed up onto the stage. Sandra limped to her stool. The attendants sponged her down. Sandra's trainer spoke from the edge of the stage.

"Nice try. It could have worked. I think it almost did. Get up on your toes. Don't stop moving. Be patient. Pick your shots."

The bell sounded. Sandra began to dance, up on her toes. She held her hands in the classic fist fighting pose. She danced around lightly. She ignored the pain in her hip.

In her mind she was Bruce lee. She wanted to make the noised Bruce did, when he fought. She was afraid they would come out sounding shrill and feminine. She danced in silence.

Connie also danced. Her dance was fluid and graceful. She danced around Sandra. She delivered blows to Sandra, as she moved. Connie landed several blows before Sandra landed one.

Connie's blows were sharp and painful. They were not jarring. Sandra took the pain, and added it to the lust in her eyes. Her lust was now focused only on victory.

Sandra was patient. She kept her left hand in Connie's face, as her trainer had taught her to do. Her right hand was cocked and ready. She took Connie's blows, and waited for her shot.

Connie focused her attack on Sandra's bruised hip. Sandra was finding it difficult to stay on her toes and dance. She knew if she stopped, Connie would win. Sandra saw that Connie opened herself slightly when she kicked at Sandra's screaming hip.

She waited. When Connie kicked at her hip again, Sandra delivered a strong solid right hook, to the side of Connie's face.

The blow staggered Connie. Sandra pressed her advantage. She used the force of her blows, and the power in her mind, to knock Connie off the stage onto her back on the padded floor.

The thrill of victory, flared through Sandra's mind. She danced in circles with her hands raised over her head. The crowd roared. Sandra was still dancing the dance of victory, when she arrived at her small stool.

She sat down and let the attendants work. She smiled broadly, when she saw the side Connie's face was already swollen. She thought to herself, Now we are even. Bitch.

Sandra's trainer spoke in a firm voice.

"You won the round. You have not won the fight. Calm down. Save your celebration for the last round. Sandra looked at the trainer, and smiled.

"That was the last round. She is defeated in her mind."

"Your own arrogance, could defeat you right now. Calm down. Do your job."

"Yes sir."

Sandra went back up on her toes, when the bell rang. Sandra danced around Connie. Connie was no longer the aggressor. Sandra was. She danced in and out of Connie's reach. She stalked Connie. She never stopped moving.

Sandra remembered her trainers instructions. She was coldly intent on the round. She kept Connie off guard. When Sandra saw her opening, she was fast and coldly efficient. She brought several body blows to Connie, ending her series with a left hook to Connie's stomach.

Sandra's blows forced Connie to the edge of the stage. Sandra's solid right hook, hit Connie on the bruised side of her face. The blow knocked Connie off the stage. Sandra walked back to her stool.

She did not feel victorious. She was worried she had actually hurt Connie. Sandra watched, as Connie regained the stage and her stool. Connie's eye was almost swollen shut. Sandra stood up. She glared at Connie. Her eyes were serious and cold.

The bell rang. Sandra walked to Connie. She was not dancing. Connie lowered her eyes, as Sandra approached, Connie was totally defeated in her mind, and in her body. Sandra slapped Connie on her unbruised cheek.

"Get the fuck off my stage. I am the star. Do not forget it bitch. Don't ever fuck with an American girl."

"Yes mistress"

Connie walked to the edge of the stage. She jumped down onto the mats. She walked away with her head bowed.

Connie did not forget her training, or her station, in her defeat. Her back was straight as she walked. Her shoulders were back. Her tiny tits were thrust out.

Sandra danced the dance of victory, as the crowd roared. She danced for the camera, and for herself. Sharon came up to her. She took Sandra into a full embrace. She kissed her deeply.

"I'm very happy tonight. I have just won a lot of money."

Sandra's eyes were open, wide with wonder.

"You bet on me? You thought I would win?"

"Had no idea who would win. It was a coin toss in my mind. I bet on you purely from my business head. If I lost, I lost. If I bet on Connie I would have won very little money. I got eight to one odds on you. If you won, I would win a lot of money. There was no romance in my choice. Just straight up business.

Sharon and Sandra went to see about Connie. She had already been taken to the clinic. When they got to the clinic, the doctor had already administered a sedative. Connie was almost out, as Sandra went to her. Connie looked up at Sandra through cloudy eyes.

"There is no shame in defeat, if you have fought your best. I fought my best. You won. I am still my mistresses maid. Do not forget it."

"Yes mistress."

POST SCRIPT

Sandra roused herself awake. She was alone in Sharon's bed. Sandra was covered with bruises on top of bruises. She reveled in the pain as she moved her hands to her vagina. She masturbated, as she remembered her night with Sharon.

Sandra's lust had raged last night. She shared it with her mistress. Sharon held Sandra's master in her hand. Sharon used Sandra's master, throughout the night.

The thrill of victory had given Sandra energy, she did not know she had. The three of them romped and played late into the night. Sandra's orgasms last night were ones of pure lust. 

Sandra found a small orgasm. She attended to herself in the bathroom. She masturbated in the hot shower. She longed for Mary at her feet. Sandra found Sharon on the patio.

Sandra sat at the table. Beth served her coffee, and a pastry. Sandra sat in silence, as she waited for her mistress to speak.




Sandra's Summer Job



"Suck it good, or I'll beat you good."

Sandra's head was, again, pushed back onto his erection. Sandra became active, in her oral ministrations, of the stranger.

"Get used to it, bitch. Your mouth, will be more popular than your pussy. Your new mistress, will put that pretty tongue to work, regularly."

Sandra wailed again. The man used her cries, to push his erection, further into her mouth. Sandra was now sure, that Joe was not the one who bought her.

The thought, suddenly, flashed into her mind. It was his wife, Sharon Wilson, that now owned her, for the summer. The man began to laugh.

"Suck this cock good. You may spend the entire summer, eating pussy."

Sandra was in total tears, of shame. The man's laughter died down, as his passion rose. He was, actively, fucking Sandra's mouth, when his orgasm exploded. He pushed his erection deep into her mouth, as he pumped her mouth, full of his seed.

When he was done, he pulled the ball gag back into place. He amused himself, at Sandra's displeasure. His groping hands, were not as hard to deal with, as were the words, he had just spoken to her.

When the man's passion was relieved, he explored her body, crudely. He reveled in her embarrassment, and shame.

After some time, the limo slowed, then stopped. The man draped a cape, over her shoulders.  He fastened the clasp, under her neck. He removed the ball gag. He kissed her, lewdly, then returned the ball gag, into her mouth. The man raised the hood, over her head.

The door opened. The man propelled her, out of the door. Sandra stumbled. She almost fell. He held her upright, by her arm, through the cape, as he led her away.

Sandra could smell the ocean breeze, as she was forced to walk. Sandra was stopped.

"Permission to come aboard, sir."

"What do you bring with you?"

"A slave, for the mistress."

"Bring your cargo aboard."

Sandra's cheeks flamed red, and hot, under the hood, of the cape.  The cape covered her, completely. Sandra was led up a sloping ramp, onto the boat.

Sandra's captivity, was complete. She was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. She was being transported, away from everything she knew.

Sandra was moved, like a package, as she was led through the boat. Sandra was led to a small room. The cape was removed. She was pushed, rudely, onto a small bed.

"Lay here, and don't move."

He rolled Sandra, on to her stomach. He, roughly, bared her ass. He used the whip, on her ass. He used his hand, between her legs. He worked her passion up. Raising Sandra's passion, was easy, and quick. Her humiliation, and the pain in her ass, brought her lust, to a fever pitch.

As Sandra started to raise to orgasm, the man stopped. Sandra moaned out her frustration, behind the ball gag. Her sobs, and moans, were muffled, to almost nonexistence, by the gag.

The man laughed ,aloud.

"You will beg for it, before this night is over. You will beg, on your knees, in front of everyone." Wait here, like a good, little, girl, until you are called for."

Sandra lay on her stomach, and cried. Her romantic, ideal summer, with the man of her dreams, was dead. All she had left, were her tears, and her humiliation. Sandra spent all the tears she had, then drifted off, into a light sleep.

Sandra woke with a start, when the engine of the boat, roared to life. Sandra had no idea, what type of boat she was on, or what size it was. The deep throbbing of the motor, convinced Sandra that the boat was large.

The deep vibration, of the powerful engine, began to raise Sandra's lusts. Her arms ached. She wanted to move them. Her whole body was stiff. She stretched, and moved, in her bondage, as much as she could.

Sandra drifted in, and out, of a light sleep. Sandra did not know, how long she had been on the bed. Sandra was miserable, in her bondage. The aching, and stiffness, were not enough, to keep her from being aroused. Sandra's bondage alone, was enough to keep her wet, and excited. Sandra ached, in many ways.

Sandra was roused, by a feminine voice.

"Get your, lazy, ass up. Your mistress, has called for you." The woman pulled Sandra up, by her arm. The pain in her arms, was intense. Sandra began crying again, as the woman led her, through the boat.

At one point, the woman pulled Sandra, into a bathroom. She pulled Sandra's gown up, around her waist. She sat Sandra on a toilet, with her panties still in place.

"Pee, you little whore. Your mistress wants to spank a bad girl. She wants to spank you, for peeing your pants. Do it. Now."

Sandra was shocked. She did have to pee. She could not do it, with the woman watching. She couldn't bring herself, to pee her pants.

The woman spoke sweetly, with a hint of amusement.

"I'll slap you, silly, until you do. I'll jack off, while I do it. I'll get off, on it."

The woman slapped Sandra, across the face. She waited, a moment. She slapped her, again. The woman put her finger, under Sandra's nose.

"See, it does get me off."

The woman slapped Sandra, again. Sandra let go, and began to pee. It felt strange, to feel her panties fill, with the, warm, liquid. The woman kissed her, around the ball gag.

"I'll have you, soon. I'm very cruel. You'll serve me, well. I'll make, you cry. Your tears, excite me."

The words, excited Sandra. She did not want them, to excite her, but they did. Sandra wanted to return, the woman's kiss. She was unable to do so. The ball gag, was causing Sandra's jaw, to ache. She wanted, to be free of it. The woman pulled Sandra, to her feet. She led Sandra, out of the bathroom.

"You're the star, tonight. My mistress is crueler, than I am. I'm still learning. She'll train you, for your job. You do know, what your job is, don't you? You are, a slut, slave, for my mistress."

The shock of the words, felt like a slap, on Sandra's face. Sandra wanted to hide, her shame. Sandra's vagina was wet, and open. Sandra was, as enslaved by her lusts, as she was, by the rope, that bound her arms, behind her back.

Sandra heard the sound of voices, as the woman opened the door. Sandra was led, into a room. The voices faded out. Sandra was led, across the room. She was forced onto her knees, on a small raised platform.

Sandra felt the lash of the whip, at the same time that she heard it. Sharon Wilson's voice, spoke from behind her.

"Sit up straight."

Another lash of the whip, brought the next command.

"Pull your shoulders back. Push out your tits."

The next lash, brought the next command.

"Spread your legs. We all want to see, your sweet pussy."

The lashes, brought fire to Sandra's ass. The word's, brought fire to her face. The servitude, brought fire to her vagina.

Sandra was, almost, blinded by the light, as her blindfold was removed. Her eyes adjusted, to the light. She was kneeling, on a raised, padded, platform. She was bathed in light, from a soft spot. She was unable to make out anything, beyond the ring of light, that defined her captivity.

Sharon Wilson stepped into the light. She smiled down at Sandra.

"What a lovely prom queen. It takes only a moment, to fall from queen, to slave."

Sharon walked around Sandra, like a cat stalking its prey.

"She is such a lovely, little slut, slave. Don't you all, agree?"

Sandra became aware of her audience, as the hoot's, hollers, and general words of approval, sounded, from beyond the lights. Sandra blushed deeply, at the thought of being displayed, so crudely.

"Let's see what the slut looks like."

There were more cheers, from the dark.

Sharon produced, a large pair of scissors.

"Little bitch. Whore. Swinging that tight ass, in my husbands face."

Sharon approached, Sandra's kneeling form. She cut the shoulder strap of Sandra's gown. Sharon peeled the dress away from Sandra's, bra covered, tits.

Using the scissors, Sharon cut the rest of the dress away, from Sandra's body. Sandra was now kneeling, in her, bra, panties, garter belt, silk stockings, and her spiked heels, buckled to her ankles.

"It looks like, the whore intended to give it up, tonight."

Sharon removed the ball gag. She spoke, sweetly.

"Did you dress, for your boyfriend tonight?

Sharon's voice became cold.

"Or, did you dress, for my husband? You little bitch."

Sharon began to lash, Sandra's barely covered ass, as she berated her.

"You thought, you could suck my husbands cock, and get away with it. Not a chance, bitch."

Sandra was crying, as she plead.

"Please. I'm sorry. Please. I won't do it again."

"Oh, yes. You'll do it again. You'll suck his cock, whenever I want you to."

Sharon pulled Sandra's head up, to look at her.

"You'll suck, a lot of cocks." You'll eat, a lot of pussy. You can start, with mine."

Sharon lay down, on the platform. She reclined on some pillows. She pulled Sandra's head, to her cunt, with a command.

"Work that, little, tongue. Drink my juices. Use your face."

Sharon used the whip, to accentuate her commands.

Sandra had no spirit, to fight her debasement. Sandra used her face, and her tongue, on her. Sharon began, screaming out her orgasm.

After Sharon's, brief, after glow, she stood.

"That is a good start. Lets see what else we can find here."

Sharon cut away, Sandra's bra.

"Those are some nice tits, babe. Are they sensitive?"

She slashed, Sandra's, bare, tits, with the whip. Sandra screamed. She began to plead.

"Please stop. I'll do anything. Please."

"Why should I stop? It is, so much fun. And you, my little, slut, slave, will do anything, anyway. Scream, little girl. It's music, to my ears."

Sharon beat Sandra, with the whip. Sandra sang, for her mistress.

Sharon knelt next to Sandra, smiling broadly.

"Be nice, and I'll stop."

Sandra reached out, her tear stained face, to Sharon. She began to kiss her, with passion. Sandra was cooing into Sharon's mouth.

"I'll be so nice, to you. Let me be good, for you"

Sharon stroked Sandra's vagina, as Sandra plead with words, and kisses. Sharon, brought her hand, up to her nose. She smelled her fingers.

Sharon spoke aloud, with disdain, in her voice.

"The little girl, has peed her pants. She's so naughty. She must have a spanking."

Sharon pulled Sandra over, onto her stomach.

"A good spanking, makes a bad girl, good again. But, only on a bare ass."

Sharon cut the brief panties, from Sandra's hips. She pulled the panties free.

"You may all, have a piece of her ass, with your hands. Soon, you can have a real, piece of her ass." Sharon lay back onto the pillows, on the stage. She pulled Sandra's head, into her crotch.

"They'll spank you, until I cum."

The public spanking began. Sandra used her mouth, to please her mistress. The spanking, was from many hands. None of them, were gentle. The pain, was intense.

Sandra worked furiously, with her mouth, to please her mistress. Sharon took her time, rising to orgasm. The stimulation of the situation, and Sandra's active mouth, soon had Sharon shaking, and shivering. She poured, her orgasm, into her captive's mouth. Sharron pushed Sandra, away from her, when she was done.

Sandra lay, on her side. Her arms, were aching. Her ass, was on fire.  Sandra ached, everywhere. Mostly, her vagina ached, with desire, and unfulfilled passion. Sandra had never been as miserable, as she was right now. She didn't think, it could get much worse. Sandra cried softly, in her pain, and her shame.

Sharon was not yet pleased, with Sandra's defilement. Sandra looked down, at the crying woman, between her legs. Sharon spoke, with sweetness, and nice.

"You look so sad Sandra. I think you are, a little home sick. This is your first time, away from home, is it not?"

Sandra nodded her assent. Sharon became furious. She stood up. She began to lash at the woman, in bondage, at her feet. Sharon was vehement, as she looked down at Sandra.

"Not good enough, bitch. When I ask a question, I expect an answer. Try again."

Sandra spoke, between sobs.

"Yes, it's my first time away from home."

Sharon was bitter sweet, as she spoke.

"That was better. Try again, this time, address me, by my title."

Sharon pulled Sandra up onto her knees, as she spoke.

"I'm your mistress."

Sharon slapped Sandra, sharply. Her words, were a threat.

"Don't forget it. Try again. I'm losing my patience, with an untrained slave."

Sandra said,in a trembling voice, as the tears flowed down her cheeks, "Yes mistress, this is my first time, away from home."

Sharon's voice became, sticky sweet.

"We don't want you, to be sad. We've brought one of your friends, to comfort you."

Sandra flushed bright red, at Sharon's words. Up until now, Sandra could, at least, cling to the anonymity, of the situation. Other than the Wilson's, she had thought, she was a stranger to everyone else. The thought, of one of her friends being here. To witness her humiliation, was horrifying.

"It is so fortunate, that Mr. Roberts, brought a friend,for you."

Sandra almost fainted, with embarrassment, as her science teacher, stepped into the light. He was bare, to the chest. In one hand, he held a whip, and a leash. The leash disappeared, into the darkness.

"Greet your teacher. It's impolite, to stare."

Sharon pulled Sandra's head up, as she looked down at Sandra.

"I'll have no, impolite slaves. I gave you an order . I expect you, to acknowledge the order. Then, obey."

"Yes mistress"

Sandra looked at her, leering, teacher. She spoke, with a quivering voice.

"Hello Mr. Roberts."

The teacher leered down at Sandra. He fondled, her bare breast. He kissed her, with his tongue, as well as his lips. The teacher stepped back, and mauled her naked body, with his eyes.

"Sandra, how good it is to see you."

Sandra blushed, under his gaze. Sandra had never felt comfortable, around Mr. Roberts. He had never said, or done, anything, that Sandra could put her finger on. She could, almost always, feel his eyes, fondling her body, when she was in his presence.

Mr. Roberts, was in an amused state. He fondled, Sandra's tits.

"You look so sad. Cheer up. I brought one of your schoolmates, to brighten your day. She has certainly brightened up my day, so far."

Sandra wanted to hide. The teacher slapped, Sandra's face.

"Thank me. Don't forget my title. In school, I'm your teacher. Here, I'm your master."

Sandra's head bowed, as she spoke.

"Thank you, Master."

As Sandra said the last word, she renewed her tears, and her blush.

"Greet your friend. With a kiss."

"Yes Master."

The teacher pulled the leash. Sandra's friend, Mary, stepped into the light. Mary was nude, except for a garter belt, stockings, and heels. Mary was actually older than Sandra, but looked much younger.

She was quite pretty. She was, also, quite small. Mary's hands, like Sandra's, were bound behind her back. The teacher pushed Mary on to her knees, next to Sandra. Sandra was blushing, as she kissed Mary's mouth.

Sharon slashed, Sandra's ass.

"Put some passion into it, bitch."

Sandra began to kiss Mary, with enthusiasm. She was unable, to muster, any, passion for Mary. Her teacher spoke, with a wicked smile.

"I have always had, a special fondness, for both of you." He was fondling both of the, bound, kneeling women. He spent special time, with his hand, between their legs.

"I'm amazed. Both of you, are virgins. You act like whores."

He walked behind them. He used the whip, on both of their asses.

"You shake your ass, and tit's, at me. You dress, like whores, in class. You act, like whores. I'll treat you, like whores."

The teacher returned to his position, of superiority, before the bound slaves.

"You may have, kept the cocks out of your pussies, but I'm sure, that whores like you, know how to suck cocks."

He pushed his erection into Sandra's mouth.

"I have waited, a long time for this. The only thing I have wanted more, than your sweet mouth, is your tight cunt. I'll have them both tonight."

The teacher pulled his erection, from Sandra's mouth. He pushed it, into Mary's mouth.

"Lovely Mary, I'll dress you up, like a little girl. I'll fuck you, like a woman."

Mary's face, was as red, as Sandra's. Their teacher, alternately, fucked, both of their mouths. He rose, to his completion. He chose Sandra's mouth, to cum in. He was in heaven, as he pumped his semen, deep into Sandra's mouth.

"I'll have that pussy, soon. My little slut, slave."

Sandra was, totally, humiliated. She was also, totally, turned on. She spoke, as soon as he removed his cock, from her mouth.

"Yes, master."

Sharon walked, up to Sandra.

"I see that you, and your little friend, work so well together. You shall be inseparable, during the cruise."

Sharon slipped a collar, into Sandra's neck. Sandra saw, that the collar, was the same color, and style, as the collar, on Mary's throat. Sharon unsnapped the leash, on Mary's collar. She replaced it, with a short chain, that had a clasp, on both ends. 

Sharon spoke, as she snapped, the other end, to Sandra's collar.

"You shall be together, from now on. Until, we get to the island. You'll become, fast friends."

Sharon kissed both, bound, women, as she grinned.

"You'll lose your virginity together. We must not delay. Virgins are so exciting, for the men. For us women, that little piece of skin, is just in the way." Raise the light's. You can all inspect, your new slut, slaves, for the trip."

Someone produced a bench, and set it on the stage, in front of the captives. The wide bench was adjusted, so that both both captives were leaned forward, into a semi horizontal pose. The bench supported their torsos, up to their tits. A narrower, padded board came out, to support their heads. Wide leather straps, across their waists, secured them in their place.

The captives were displayed, quite nicely. They were both, kneeling onto the bench. Their asses, and their vagina's, were available. Their bound hands, prevented them from interfering, with their inspection. Their heads, were thrust forward. Their tits, were hanging free. Their legs, were rudely spread.

"The young ladies, seem a little uptight. They need a drink. Too bad their hands, are not free, to hold a glass. Oh well, we'll have to help them."

Someone placed, a small coffee table, in front of the captives. The spot light dimmed, a little.

Sandra's eyes, adjusted to the light. She could see, in front of her, about a dozen people. There were, men and women, in various stages of undress, obviously masters.

There were about the same number of people, mostly women, with some symbol, of their servitude. Most had collars. Several were in, some type of bondage. There was an aura, of dark sexuality, in the air.

Sharon placed two glasses of alcohol, on the table. Sharon prepared the scene, in front of her victims. The people began to mill around, the bound virgins. They were free with their hands, and their mouths. Sandra's passion, was raging.

Sharon had placed two, life like dildos on the table. The dildos were both, quite slim. They had realistic looking testicles, on them. Sandra's eyes widened, as she watched Sharon.

Sharon clasp the testicles. She squeeze them flat. Sharon placed the dildo head, into the liquid. She released the testicles. The testicles expanded, drawing the alcohol, into the dildo. Sharon prepared the other dildo.

"A little drink, will loosen you both up. We'll, loosen up your cunts. Then, you will be as useful, as you are decorative."

Sharon made a great show, out of greasing up the dildos. Sharon walked behind the women, she began to grease their assholes. Sandra began to scream, and kick her feet.

The teacher, slipped a ball gag, into her mouth.

"Take your drink, like a big girl."

There was general laughter. The laughter, was close to Sandra. The group was playing, with their new toys.




Sandra's Summer Job



Sharon pushed the dildos, one at a time, into the young women's, tight, asses.

Sharon spoke, to the teacher.

"You serve them."

"Yes Ma'am. I'd love to."

The teacher walked, behind the women. He smiled, broadly, as he squeezed, first one set of testicles, then the other. Their bowels were filled, with alcohol.

The effect of the alcohol, was almost instantaneous. Sandra's head, reeled. The sensations, over powered her. Her lust, took over her mind. Sharon removed, Sandra's gag.

"Thank me, for your drink."

"Thank you, mistress, for my drink."

Sandra heard Mary speak, with a small quivering voice.

"Thank you, for my drink, Mistress."

Sandra began to kiss, with passion, any lips within her reach. Her hips began to rock, as she plead, out into the air.

"Please, help me. I need, something."

Sharon spoke, between kisses to Sandra's mouth, and little bites on her tits.

"You can beg better than that. Tell your masters, exactly what you need. Do it nicely, like a trained slut. Or, you'll beg, with more tears, in your eyes, and more bruises, on that, pretty, ass."

All of Sandra's defenses, were gone. She only wanted, to still the ache in her cunt, and to please her Mistress. Sandra began to beg.

"Please fuck me. I need to be fucked. Please use me. Please."

Sharon bent down, and whispered into Sandra's ear. Sharon smiled, as Sandra blushed, anew. Sandra spoke aloud.

"Please, abuse me."

"That was nice. However, you will have to wait your turn. Mary was here first."

The people milled about, as they consumed alcohol. Sandra endured, with shame, the groping hands, and wet mouths. Sandra's vagina, was open, and wet. The fondling, became intense. Sandra began her climb to orgasm. She moaned out, her passion.

Sandra was almost, to her climax. Sharon spoke, looking down at Sandra.

"Stop. Now."

Sharon enforced her command, with several sharp whip lashes, on Sandra's ass.

"I think the ladies, are ready. Are you all ready, for the show?" Hoots, hollers, and a jubilant mood of agreement, rose in the air.

"Let the show begin."

The lights, lowered in the room, and raised on the stage.

Both women, were removed from the benches, and pushed, roughly, to the floor. The bench, and coffee table, were removed from the small stage.

Sandra found herself, on her knees, in the spotlight. Her hands were bound, behind her. She was chained, at the neck, to Mary. Mary shared her position, and her shame.

Sharon circled the bound women, on display. Sharon's hands moved, freely, over the bound womens body's. She played, with her new, slut, slaves.

Sharon stood, in front of Sandra.

"You're such a big girl. You'll have to be, the big sister. Mary is not the slut, you are. Her pussy, is barely wet. You'll have to get her hot, for her ravishment. A virgin slave, is of no value to me. Get to work. If you don't get her, as wet, as you are now, I'll beat you."

Sandra could feel the tension, in Mary. Sandra began her seduction. She kissed Mary, with passion. Sandra was quite pleased, when Sharon released her arms.

"Stir the little bitch up. Get her hot, for her date, with destiny.

Sandra's arms, were stiff, and sore. Sandra moved them around, on Mary's nubile body. More to get them moving, than to arouse Mary. She was not unaware, of Sharon, and her whip, standing over her. Sandra put her best effort, into raising Mary's passion.

Sandra's seduction, was not working. Mary was compliant. She was, not aroused. Sandra spoke to her, between kisses.

"You're so beautiful. You're so nice, to kiss. I love, your mouth. I love, your nice tits. Everyone wants to see you, get fucked."

When Sandra spoke, of people watching, she detected a flash of excitement, in Mary's eyes. Sandra positioned Mary, so that she was looking out, towards the audience. Sandra moved behind Mary. She circled Mary's body, from behind her.

Sandra cupped Mary's breasts, in her hands. She fondled them. She spoke into Mary's ear, in a voice, loud enough, for everyone to hear.

"They're watching you. They get off, watching you. They want, to hear you beg. They'll watch the cock, push into your, virgin, pussy. They love, watching you. Let me help you."

Sandra lowered her hands, into Mary's crotch. She began to stroke her.  Mary's passion, had not been raised, by the pain, or the humiliation. Being on display, did raise Mary's passion. Sandra continued to talk, to Mary, as she stroked her cunt.

Sandra could feel, Mary's passion rising. She could feel, the heat from Mary's cunt, as it began to blossom.

"It turns them on, to hear you beg. You are, so, hot. You must want it, bad. Tell them, of your need."

Mary was moaning. She tried to speak. The words, would not come.

Mary started crooning.

"Please. Please. Please."

Sharon stood, on the lighted stage. She knelt down, to inspect Mary's passion, with her hand. She kissed Mary, with passion.

"She is as ready, as she is going to get. Bring on the lucky man."

Sandra's eyes flew open. Her heart sank, as she saw Joe, step into the light.

Sharon pulled Sandra's head up, smiling broadly, looking down at her.

"Yes dear, Joe is going to get a virgin tonight, but it will not be you. Help Joe claim his prize. If she's cold, when he gets to her, I will cripple you."

Sandra had tears in her eyes, as she spoke.

"Yes mistress. I'll serve the little whore, to my master, hot and ready."

Sandra laid Mary on her back, so that her open legs faced the audience.

"Your master's cock, is hard for you. He'll fuck you. Everyone here, wants to see him fuck you." Sandra was stroking, Mary's passion up, with her hand. Sandra held Mary's head up, as she spoke.

"See his cock. See, how big it is. It'll fill you up. You'll beg for more."

Sandra looked at Joe, and spoke, with a mischievous smile.

"She was, always, a slutty little cunt. She has a potty mouth, when they're no adults around. She's hot. She wants to let everyone, see her get fucked. Her pussy is hot. I got her up, for you. Fuck, the little bitch."

Sandra guided Joe's erection, to Mary's open cunt. Sandra was, so disappointed inside. She let none of it show. At least, she got to share, in Joe's pleasure.

Joe took Mary's maidenhead. Sharon barged in on Sandra's pleasure, of just being close to Joe. Sharon knelt close to Sandra. She pulled Sharon's head back, to claim her mouth, and her attention. Sharon used her hands, and her mouth, on Sandra. Sharon spoke between kisses, and sharp bites, with her teeth.

"You wanted my husband, bitch. You can watch, him fuck. You can smell, him fuck. He is not fucking, your virgin cunt. Bitch."

Sharon slapped Sandra, viciously. Sharon laughed, at Sandra's flushed face, and the disappointment in her eye's. Joe took a long time, in his fucking. The pain from the violation, of her unused vagina, did not arouse Mary. Mary allowed her self to be fucked, but, did not participate, in her violation.

Joe took his time. He fucked Mary gently, until her cunt relaxed, and began to heat up. Joe worked her up, with his erection. Without Mary's volition, she, slowly, began to fuck Joe, with her rocking hips. Mary was soon, fucking with passion. Joe continued, to take his time. Mary was fucking Joe, with her hips. Mary found a small orgasm.

Joe continued his pleasure, as Mary rose to another, small, orgasm. Joe began to fuck her, for his own pleasure. Mary was no longer, passively accepting Joe's cock. She was, actively, fucking him.

Mary could feel, Joe's cock swell, as he began to fuck her deeply. Joe pumped his cum, deep inside of Mary, as she sucked his cock, with the muscles, of her vagina.

Sharon Rolled Mary over, onto her stomach. She loosened, Mary's hands. Mary rubbed the circulation, into her arms, as Sharon rolled her back over, onto her back. Sharon kissed Mary deeply, and smiled.

"I'll beat your ass, later, for fucking my husband."

The general laughter, from the audience, reminded Mary, that she was still on display. Sharon kissed her again.

"Now, sweet Mary, it's your turn, to heat the prize."

Mary blushed, at the thought. Sharon inquired sweetly.

"Have you ever, sucked pussy?"

Mary blushed, deeply.

"Only yours, mistress."

"Pretty Mary agreed to become our slave this summer, for enough good grades, to get her a scholarship. She come to me, with her problem. I made the arraignments, for her. She sealed the deal, with a kiss. A big, sloppy, kiss. Right between, my legs. She ate me, until I came. I filled her virgin mouth, with my cum, just like my husband, just filled her cunt, with his.

Sharon smiled down, at Mary.

"It is your turn. Get her hot. It'll be quite easy. She's such a slut. Her cunt hasn't been dry, since she got here."

Mary knelt up, to kiss Sandra. Sandra immediately took over. Sandra's mouth, wanted more. Her mouth, took more. Sandra pulled Mary's hands, to her cunt.

"Do it right, or I'll bite you."

Sandra took Mary's erect nipple into her mouth. She bite it sharply, just to make her point. Mary's hands, began to stroke, Sandra's open vagina. Sandra began to rock her hips, and to rape Mary's mouth, with her tongue. Sandra shuddered out, a small satisfying orgasm. She began to beg.

"Please, someone fuck me. I'm so hot. Please."

"This slut is ready." Come claim your prize."

Sandra looked up. She saw her teacher, walk into the light. He was ready. He had his erection in one hand, and a whip in his other hand. Sandra's heart dropped. She wailed.

"No. Please. Not him."

Sharon began to beat her, as she circled the sobbing woman. Sharon was screaming.

"You bitch. You'll fuck any one, I tell you to fuck. You will smile, as you do it."

The ferocity of the attack, cowed Sandra. There was fear in her eyes, as she begged.

"Please mistress. Stop. I'll do it. I'm sorry. I'll do it."

Sharon paused her lashing, but did not lower her anger, as she commanded.

"Youll not just do it, bitch. You will beg to do it. Get your slut mouth, in gear. Beg your teacher, to take your virginity."

Sharon lashed, Sandra.

"Do it now."

Sandra began to beg. She looked up at her teacher, and plead.

"Please fuck me. Take me. I'm a virgin. I'm a virgin slut. I beg for your cock."

The teacher was leering. He wasn't into the game. He just wanted to fuck her. He slapped Sandra.

"On your back, slut. Open your legs."

Sandra complied. The teacher crawled up between her legs. He fucked his erection into her virgin pussy, in one powerful thrust. He gave Sandra's vagina, no time, to get used to him.

He used his cock, like a weapon. He beat Sandra, with it. His orgasm, did not take long. It was just long enough, for Sandra to have a small, unsatisfying, orgasm. He filled Sandra's cunt, with hot cum. He rolled, off of her. He was satisfied. Sandra was not.

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Sharon walked into the light.

"Both of the new, slut, slaves, are now usable."

Sharon took Sandra by the hair, and spoke, with a leer.

"Well, almost usable. We'll have an intermission. Give the ladies another drink."

There was general agreement, as the lights came up, in the room. The bench, and the coffee table, were returned to the stage. Sandra, and Mary, were, again, placed on the bench. Their arms, were left free. They were both, strapped to the benches, by the, wide, leather bands, around their waists.

The audience used the time, to gather around, the two violated women. The audience amused themselves, with the bound women, kneeling before them.

The slim dildos were prepared, with the alcohol. Sandra accepted the dildo, into her ass, without resistance. The alcohol flooded her bowels, and her brain. Sandra and Mary, were both, instantly high. Sharon took the dildo, and began to fuck Sandra's ass, with it. The alcohol erased any inhibitions, Sandra had left.

Sandra got into, the ass fucking. Sandra responded, as if the dildo, was in her cunt. Sandra was, soon, in full passion, with her noisy orgasm, right behind.

Mary endured the ass fucking, with the dildo. The alcohol had calmed her, into submission. However, she received no pleasure, from her defilement.

Sandra was ready, to proceed, with the night's entertainment.

"Just dim the lights. No spot. The young ladies are no longer, the stars of the evening. Now that they've been made useful, they're just our, new, slut, slaves, to be used, and abused.

Go easy, on young Mary. Pain seems to turn, her cunt cold. We have no need, of a cold whore. Use the whip on her, only for compliance. Then use it, a hard, as necessary."

Sharon pulled Mary's head up, and looked down at her.

"You'll be a good girl, and do what you are told, will you not?"

Mary looked up at Sharon, and spoke, in a meek, small, voice.

"Yes mistress. I'll be a good girl, for you."

Sharon let Mary's head loose. As soon as she released Mary's head, her mouth was filled, with an erection. Mary, obediently, sucked the cock. Throughout the night, Mary would suck, or lick, anything, her mouth could reach. Mary was determined, to please everyone.

Sharon walked up to Sandra. She pulled her head up, to look down at her. Sharon slapped Sandra, with a smile. She reached her hand back, and slipped her fingers into Sandra's wet vagina.

"This one, loves the pain. The more you hurt her, the hotter she gets."

Sandra was moaning. She rocked her hips, in time to Sandra's caresses. Sharon looked down, at Sandra. Sandra's eyes were slits, of glowing passion. Sharon spoke sweetly.

"You want my husband's cock, don't you, bitch."

Sandra brightened. Her eyes sparkled.

"Yes mistress. I do want Joe, to fuck me."

Sharon slapped her, soundly.

"You little bitch. Joe will fuck you, right now. First, you need another drink."

Sharon prepared the dildo, then pushed it into Sandra's ass. Squeezing the testicles on the dildo, Sharon filled Sandra's ass with alcohol.

"Joe come over here, and fuck your, little, prize whore."

Sharon continued to fuck, Sandra's ass, with the slender dildo. Sharon handed Joe, a tube of lubricant.

"Make the whore, grease you up."

Joe took Sandra's hands. He squeezed out some lubricant, onto them.

"Grease it good, pretty."

There was enough menace, in his voice, to bring compliance. Sandra stroked the grease, onto Joe's erection.

"I've always, wanted your ass. I'll beat it, until you're hot. Then, I'll have your ass. Fucking that tight ass, will be my main pastime, this summer."

Sandra began to cry, as she heard him speak. She wanted to be fucked by Joe, but not like this.

Sharon changed places, with Joe. She looked down, at Sandra.

"I do hope you scream, and cry. I love, your tears."

Sharon licked, Sandra's face.

Joe lashed, Sandra's, bruised, ass. She was soon, screaming, crying, and kicking. Sandra's hips, never stopped rocking. Her vagina, got wetter.

Joe stopped whipping her. He greased her ass, as he played with her cunt. Joe placed the head of his erection, against Sandra's asshole. He pressed it home. The invasion of the slender dildo, used on Sandra, earlier, had been uncomfortable. It had produced no, real, pain. Joe's cock produced intense pain, as it breached, Sandra's, tight, hole.

Sandra sang, for her mistress. She screamed, and cried. Joe was a slow, deliberate fucker. He enjoyed the sensations, of a tight ass, more than the, slippery, smoothness, of a wet cunt. Joe fucked her, in long, deep, strokes.

He enjoyed, the sensations. Even more, he enjoyed the dominance, and power, of fucking a woman, in the ass.

Once the intense pain had faded, Sandra became alive, with lust, and passion. Joe maintained his control, of the speed, and the tempo, of the fuck. Joe wanted to stretch out, Sandra's asshole. He intended to use Sandra, only, in this way.

Joe remained, in control. He fucked her ass, in earnest, as he felt his orgasm coming. His thrusts became hard, and deep. Sandra was fucking back, against the assault. Sandra's orgasm, was coming in waves, as Joe filled her bowels, with his cum.

Sharon watched, with glee. As the scene unfolded, a young oriental woman, attached her self to Sharon. Sharon was kissing her, and fondling her.

When the fucking became intense, the young woman sank to her knees. She sucked Sharon off . Sharon beat her, on the back, as she did so. Connie loved, giving, and receiving, abuse. She found her orgasm, with her hand, between her legs. Sharon found hers, with Connie's tongue, in her cunt.  When Joe finished, with Sandra's ass, he was finished with her.

Sharon walked up, to Sandra.

"This is my maid, Connie. She's my top girl. You are only a slut, slave. When my maid pleases me, I throw her a slut, slave, to play with. It's so exciting. It's like watching a cat, with a mouse. You will remember, your position here. I'm, number one. My maid, is number two. You're, number three. I'll help you remember."

"Connie mark the slut, slave, so she'll not forget."

Connie stepped up to Sandra, with a big grin.

"Don't forget. I'm two. You're three."

Connie wrote a large three, with a permanent marker on Sandra's bare tit. She wrote it on the top of her breast, so Sandra would see it, whenever she looked down.

Sharon said, aloud, "The slut, slaves, are now ready for your pleasure. They'll be where they are, for the rest of the night. Have fun with them. I'll watch."

The bench was turned, so that the captive women were facing towards the back of the room. They faced a large bed, that covered the whole wall. The bed came out, into the room, about 8 feet. It was like a theater box, for the show. Masters, and mistresses, amused them selves, with bound, and unbound, slaves, into the dark hours, of the night.

Sandra was fucked, every way she could be fucked. Sandra sucked both cock, and pussy, with equal passion. Sandra found, women were quite cruel, especially, when their husbands fucked either, of the captive women.

The women encouraged the men, to use Sandra's ass, instead of her cunt. The woman also used, the threat of an ass fucking, to get Mary's subservience, when they, or their husbands, violated her.

Soon Mary's cunt was seeping, with semen, as was, Sandra's ass. Before the evening was done, Sandra's asshole was as smooth, and slippery, as her vagina. The multiple use, of Sandra's ass, left it as easy to get into, as her cunt. 

Sandra slept in fits, and starts, throughout the night. Her sleep was interrupted, several times, by a cock ,or a cunt, shoved into her face. Or, a cock, shoved into either orifice. Sandra could, no longer climax. Every nerve, had been fired. She was, totally, sated. All she wanted, was to sleep.

Sometime late in the night, Sandra get her wish. Sandra slept bound to Mary. They were both bound to the bench.

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Sandra woke, to find her self being bathed, with a cool sponge. Sandra roused, to full consciousness. Connie was washing, her bound body. Connie saw, that Sandra was awake. She spoke pleasantly

"Good morning, slave. My mistress has instructed me, to be nice to you, this morning. I'd rather beat one of you, while the other one, sucks my cunt. I'll get my chance, soon. My mistress, is crueler than I am. I'm still learning."

Connie pulled Sandra's head up. She smiled, a wicked smile.

"I learn quickly. My mistress is pleased, with me. I'm her maid. I'm not a slut, slave, like you. You'll lick my shoes, soon."

Sandra glared at her.

"Bitch."

Connie was smiling, as she slapped Sandra.

"You've just made me, so, happy. I was, to be nice to you, this morning. However, I don't have to listen, to an insolent slave."

Connie beat Sandra's upturned ass, as she spoke, in a voice as cold as steel.

"You fucking, bitch, whore. You'll never talk to me, like that, again."

Connie beat Sandra, with cold, methodical, precision. Connie used her whip, to cover Sandra's ass, and back, with fresh, thin, red welts. There was no erotic component, to the whipping.