1 comments/ 24735 views/ 12 favorites Serving the Masters Ch. 01 By: AngiesSiren "So...can I buy you a drink?" Eve smiled patronizingly at the hopeful question, her glittering brown eyes sweeping across the older man's face slowly. He wasn't ugly. Not handsome certainly, but not ugly, and he had money if his watch and shoes weren't borrowed. But his body left more to be desired with its soft edges, and the desperation was poorly concealed in his voice. "I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for someone." She said sweetly in between the drops of heavy bass thundering around the place, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind her ear delicately and looking to the door. The man muttered something softly and moved away, but not before taking a long last look at her young, curved body as it struggled to stay contained within the tight red dress she wore. Eve smirked to herself and flipped her hair back, eyeballing him as he disappeared into the crowd. He may not have been very attractive, and it WAS true that she was waiting for her date, but she could never resist the urge to tease someone. Turning back to face the bar, she raised the short glass there to her red lips, allowing the last dregs of a whiskey coke to slide between them. As she set the now empty glass down, a soft, purring voice whispered into her right ear. "Looks like you could use another drink darling." Eve turned her head; finding clear blue eyes and a pale face framed in platinum blond curls staring back at her. Thick pink lips pursed slightly before curling into a sweet smile and a small, equally pale hand set a full martini glass down before her. Eve returned the smile, turning to face the smaller woman while attempting to hide her surprise. "Looks like you've got it covered...Alyson." The woman's smile broadened as she extended a hand. Eve took it softly, noting the smooth warmth of Alyson's hand and the perfect French tips on her nails. They stayed that way for a few moments, each taking the opportunity to openly evaluate the other. Alyson was several inches shorter than Eve, despite being a decade older, but her short stature suited her well. Her bust, small to average, appeared larger because of it, as did what was quite clearly an extraordinarily tight derriere. Impossibly long legs extended, smooth and pale, from the hem of a black skirt to beautiful strapped black heels, and a simple white blouse finished the elegant look perfectly. Eve could feel Alyson's eyes running over her, taking in the small, tight red dress; lingering on the soft golden skin of her dancer's thighs and the bulging cleavage of her large bust. Alyson's hand slipped from hers and reached up to stroke her hair, moving slowly from just behind her ear all the way down to the ends resting against the small of her back. "I love what you've done with your hair, darling. So very...alternative." Alyson smiled more seductively as the word alternative slid out of her lips, her fingers tugging experimentally at the new thin red and blond streaks in Eve's dark brown hair. Eve returned the smile and the favor, twirling a long finger into one of the shoulder-length blond curls running alongside Alyson's cheek. Leaning in close to the older woman, Eve whispered into her ear with a heavy, sultry voice. "I see that we're both satisfied with the view. So how about your...friend?" Alyson smiled again, clutching her drink in one hand and grabbing Eve's in the other. Eve barely managed to remember her own drink as she was steered firmly through the crowded club, finally coming to stop at a table in a dark corner of the farthest room. Sitting at the table was a very large, muscular man with darkly handsome features. "Eve, allow me to introduce my husband, Darius." The man took Eve's offered hand and softly pressed it to his lips as he stood. Towering over her despite the ridiculous heels she wore, his mysterious black eyes stared directly into her own. Eve had to admit, if only to herself, that he was far more handsome in person than he had been in the pictures they'd shared online. He had a sort of other-side-of-ugly quality about him that gave her that all too familiar twinge in her loins. His black hair was cropped close and clean, and heavy eyebrows with a short, thick beard completed the look. The muscles of his arms and torso stood out more than clearly through the t-shirt and dress shirt he wore and she could just imagine them rippling under his gorgeous olive skin. Like his wife, he held her hand for much longer than necessary, his eyes also exploring her body without pretense. "Such an honor to finally meet the famous Eve. You can't imagine how pleased I am, and I imagine my wife is, to see that you are even more beautiful in person." His voice was deep and melodic, with just a hint of the accent that betrayed his birth in Spain. Eve smiled warmly at him and subconsciously flipped her hair again as Alyson placed a soft hand on the small of her back. "Only as pleased as I am to find the same of the two of you, I assure you." Alyson's hand slid lower as Eve spoke, coming to a rest at the top of her ass. Eve turned to look at her and found mischievous blue eyes looking back at her. Glancing back to Darius, who she found was watching with earnest, Eve reached up and grabbed Alyson by the chin softly. Looking hard into those blue eyes, she locked lips with the older woman, kissing lightly at first and then much harder as Alyson's hand dropped and began to squeeze. They held themselves that way, mouths working as lips and tongues pressed and danced against each other. Before long the small hand squeezing Eve's ass was joined by another which, rather than start squeezing, slipped long fingers under the hem of her dress and crept slowly upwards. Alyson broke the kiss and leaned upwards to lick Eve's earlobe as the hand continued upwards, dragging the bottom of her dress with it to expose the bottom half of her ass. "I'm SO glad to see that you weren't lying about liking to play in public...but I wonder just how much?" She suddenly drug the dress all the way up to the small of Eve's back, exposing everything from the belly-button down. A finger slipped under the thin waistband of her black g-string and tugged lightly, threatening to truly expose her to the entire club. After a breathless moment of playful pulling and wicked smiling, Alyson released the g-string. She gave Eve's ass another rough squeeze and then a sharp, loud spank that drew nearby eyes before pulling the dress back down. "That was...exciting, but it would be shame to be kicked out of such a nice place, especially before we have a chance to dance." Eve nodded and sipped her drink as Alyson turned her attention to Darius, planting a heavy kiss on his lips. Eve watched as her hand rubbed casually against his crotch, trying to ignore the incredible heat that was trying desperately to spread from her wetted loins to the rest of her body. She was already losing control, having been anticipating this particular meeting far more than usual, and she simply could not take her eyes off of Alyson's hand as it continued its slow and interestingly long up and down motion. Luckily for her pride in self-control, Darius quickly suggested they move to the dance floor and guided them there with a large hand on each of their backs. The music was a clamoring mix of bass-heavy house music and hip hop. It wasn't really her type of music at all, but Eve wasn't there for that. The three of them pushed and wound their way towards the center of the packed floor, the girls earning at least a half dozen grinds and fondles each on the way. Once there they began to move freely. Eve had always been an excellent dancer, and was extremely pleased to find that both Alyson and Darius were equally skilled. Before long they were lost in the moment, grinding against each other and those around them indiscriminately. The trio of whiskey cokes Eve had drunk before Alyson's arrival had her warm and pleasantly fuzzy, and she could see that Alyson at least, if not Darius as well, was feeling similarly buzzed. They spent the next half hour or so dancing, often with her in the middle of the other two as their hands ran over her. Alyson would grind against her front, hands on her hips or clutching at her ass under her dress as Darius pressed his now obviously large bulge against her ass and his hands against her bust. Those around them, particularly the men, kept close watch as her and Alyson's lips met often, finally meeting and locking together for minutes at a time. At some point the DJ stopped the music for some kind of announcement, and the three of them broke apart. Alyson was eying both Darius and Eve with a wild excitement, and Eve could sense the same from Darius. They had agreed on an open, no commitment initial meeting to make sure they were all who they said they were. But, the undertone both ways had been quite clear; if they were who they said they were and they all got along well enough, this night was going to end in a crowded, soaked bed. Noting both the insane depravity being imagined in her own mind and the monstrous ache developing between her legs, she smiled mischievously at Alyson and grabbed her hand, pulling her close. "So...your place? Or mine?" ****************************** A cool summer's night breeze kissed Eve's hot skin and teased her long hair as she navigated the parking lot hand-in-hand with Alyson, both of them stumbling slightly. Darius followed a few steps behind, and both of them took great fun in winking and smiling seductively over their shoulders at him, giggling and lightly smacking each other's asses for him. A group of older men passed by, catcalling and whistling their way. Grinning tremendously, Alyson spanked Eve hard for them, earning more catcalls. Eve, determined not to be outdone, turned their way and flashed her tits, jiggling them mightily before stuffing them haphazardly back into her dress. Laughing heartily at the stunned faces, Alyson guided her to a large black SUV with dark windows, pushing her up against its side and pressing herself against her. Never taking her eyes off of Eve's barely re-contained breasts, she called back to her husband. "Mind driving honey? I want to sit in back with Eve, make sure she's comfortable." Darius simply smiled and unlocked the SUV, climbing into the driver's seat. Eve pulled the back passenger side door open and Alyson climbed in on her hands and knees, pausing to wiggle her ass at Eve before sliding to the far side. Eve slid in and shut the door behind her as Darius started the car. Before he could do more than shift into gear and back out of the parking space, Alyson was mounting Eve. Her tight ass rested comfortably on Eve's thighs as Alyson gripped her on either side of her jaw and leaned in for a wet kiss, tongue diving into the back of her throat. Eve returned the favor as well as sliding her hands up Alyson's legs, shoving the skirt up to her waist and exposing lacy white panties and unbelievably smooth, pale thighs. She locked each hand onto an ass cheek and squeezed, pulling them apart and earning a low moan from the still occupied mouth of the blond woman. Alyson's hands slid down from her cheeks and hooked into the straps of Eve's dress, pulling them down her arms until the strain caused a breast to pop free again. Breaking the kiss with a satisfied giggle, Alyson grabbed hold of the front of the dress and gave it a hard tug, yanking it down to Eve's belly and freeing her 34 D breasts once and for all. They hit a bump in the road and the two lovely orbs bounced and jiggled immensely, earning another satisfied giggle from Alyson. She climbed off of Eve's lap and kissed her left nipple, tongue circling slowly, before calling up to Darius. "Oh honey, look how incredible her tits are. So delicious..." Eve watched as Darius took what she suspected was not a first look in the rearview mirror. His dark eyes gleamed at the sight of her bouncing chest and his wife's face pressed against it. She saw his left arm move and his whole body shift slightly and knew he was trying to make room in his pants. Seeing the perfect opportunity, she grasped her right breast in her hand, squeezing the erect nipple between two fingers, while she slipped her left index finger into her mouth and sucked softly. "Like what you see, Darius?" She crooned softly at him, drawing out his name and spreading her legs. His eyes flicked rapidly between the road and the rearview mirror, not wanting to crash but desperate to keep watching her. Alyson giggled again and, catching on to her game, pulled the lower part of Eve's dress to her belly as well before leaning down and burying her face into the black g-string lingering between her legs. Darius' knuckles grew white on the steering wheel and he shifted furiously as he watched his wife dive between Eve's legs while she continued to knead her breast and suck on her own finger seductively. A flash of headlights and a horn brought his attention back to the road and he jerked the wheel to the right, bringing the SUV back into the correct lane. Both women laughed heartily as Alyson rose back to a sitting position. "Eyes on the road, honey. Wouldn't want to get in an accident." Eve leaned forward between the front seats and kissed his neck, breasts swinging freely. "Don't worry big boy, you'll get everything you want and more when we get where we're going" She nibbled his earlobe and slid a hand between his legs. She stifled a gasp of surprise as her hand made contact with the full erection straining against his pants. Alyson had implied that he was as much larger-than-ordinary down there as he was everywhere else, and she'd certainly felt something big while dancing, but the thing in her hand right now was what she liked to describe as simply massive. She gave it a squeeze, to which he responded with a soft guttural moan. Just as she was considering trying to navigate it out of his pants, a hand grabbed her by the back of the g-string and pulled her back onto her ass. Alyson kissed her, a hand still holding tightly to her underwear, and then smiled apologetically. "No can do, darling. Not that I wouldn't love to see that, but believe me, he can't drive with someone giving him...attention." She winked knowingly, and Eve lost herself for a few seconds in the image of this small blond woman trying to choke that thing down while he drove. She was brought back to reality by an earnest tug on her underwear which pulled it very tightly between her lips. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth as the straining fabric rubbed against her clit, and Alyson pulled it even tighter in response. Eve stared at her and they locked eyes, Alyson threatening to pull even harder. Just as she moved her hand, Eve slid a hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. As they kissed, Eve undid Alyson's skirt and yanked it roughly down to her knees. Alyson tried to gasp, but Eve pressed harder against her lips, tongue going to work as her hands rose to the blouse and began unbuttoning it. Within seconds it was completely undone and Eve pulled it down to Alyson's elbows, forcing her arms behind her back before tugging it free and tossing it aside. Wrapping one arm around the small of Alyson's back and holding both of her arms with the other, she lifted her off of her knees and pushed her back against the door of the SUV. Eve's breasts pressed tightly against Alyson's bra as she reached down and tore the skirt off of Alyson's legs, earning another moan from the blond. They broke the kiss and Alyson tried to bring her arms around in front of her, but Eve held them tightly behind her while using her other hand to spread Alyson's legs and position herself between them. Pressing against the older woman once again, she hovered a half inch over Alyson's lips while holding her in place. "You said you were like me. That you were into the rougher stuff..." Eve used her free hand to squeeze Alyson's lips into a fish face while roughly grinding their crotches together through the panties. She flicked her tongue against the pursed lips and then bit lightly at them. The blond responded with a moan and bucked slightly against her. "I hope that's the case. I don't like sweet girls." Eve crooned before slapping Alyson's cheek, eliciting another moan. Grinning evilly, she slapped her even harder. Alyson stared daringly back into Eve's eyes, and then lunged forward and snapped her teeth. Eve's smile widened and she released the feisty little blond, who immediately turned the tables on her. Before she knew what was happening she was flat on her back with her knees pressed against her shoulders, the older woman laying between her legs with her face hovering over her. One hand smacked her bare ass hard as the other yanked her head around by the hair. Teeth closed down on her ear, not hard enough to damage it, but hard enough to draw a gasp of pain. They released, to be followed by a tongue that delved into her ear before running slowly across her cheek and closed eye. Another hard spank drew a loud moan from her, which was repeated as the teeth closed around her right nipple. The hand holding her hair yanked roughly, forcing her head around so that she was face to face with the older woman as she bit and tongued Eve's hard nipple. The other hand came down hard on her ass again, then took hold of her panties and once more jerked them tightly in between her soaking pussy lips. Alyson released the nipple, only to bite down on Eve's lower lip instead. She steadily increased the pressure, simultaneously pulling roughly on Eve's panties and hair, until Eve let out a squeal of pain. "We're here." Darius' clearly excited voice came from the front seat as the car jolted up a curb, and a muffled reply slipped out through the still nibbling teeth. "Perfect timing honey, our little slave's all warmed up." Serving the Masters Ch. 02 Eve's entire body was trembling, as it always did at the beginning of play sessions like this. She could hardly stop from shaking as she was led blindly into the house by the hair, frequent hard tugs and rough spanks propelling her forward. Alyson's malicious giggling identified her as the tormentor, but Eve could hear nothing from the mountain of a man Alyson called her husband. It had taken all of 20 seconds for the blond to truss her up like a pig once the car had pulled into the garage, backing up her claims that she was very good at her role. The red dress around Eve's waist had been stripped from her and knotted around her wrists, her g-string hand been yanked off and roughly stuffed into her mouth, and a blindfold(from who knows where) had been secured over her eyes before she had a chance to react or complain. She yelped in surprise as she was thrown to the ground by her hair, the sharp sound muffled by the panties in her mouth but still audible in the otherwise silent house. Eve attempted to roll onto her back so that she might use her bound hands to try and sit up, but a bout of evil giggling was quickly followed by the weight of the older blond woman sitting on her back. Eve tried to relax, but another hard spank on her ass had her grunting once again. "Well now, Miss Eve, I do hope you're ready for tonight's REAL fun. I'm sure you'll enjoy it...and if not, well, WE certainly will" Alyson's whispered words sent cold shivers down Eve's spine and hot pangs through her loins. She tried to ignore them and ran through her expected role in her mind. Tonight she was Alyson's perfect slave, through and through. She would do what she was told, how she was told, when she was told. All of their likes and dislikes and desires and limits had been thoroughly discussed prior to the meeting, so there was no need to worry about the older woman taking it too far. Although, she had to admit to herself, even acting inside Eve's own limits was going involve a lot of pain and humiliation at Alyson's clearly capable hands. Another rough slap on her ass, the hardest yet, brought her attention back to the moment as she felt Alyson's bra sliding on her back and the warmth of her breath on her ear. "Did you hear me, SLAVE? I asked you if you were ready?" Eve groaned a yes through the panties, aware of the tears welling in her eyes as the sharp pain in her ass refused to fade. A hard tug on her hair forced Eve's face back and around, and another slap fell, this time stinging her cheek. "What was that darling? I couldn't hear you?" The malice laced into Alyson's sweet crooning sent a spike of heat through Eve, and she was tempted to say nothing in order to hear it again. The constant strain of her hair being pulled was starting to truly hurt, however, so she yowled a "Yes, Mistress Alyson" into the panties loud enough to make it heard. The hand holding her hair relinquished its iron grip suddenly, and Eve's face smacked down onto the carpet. A small hand stroked her head and hair slowly as the pressure on her back abetted, and then she was alone in the silence. After nearly a minute of tense quiet, she heard wordless whispers from somewhere to her right, and then heavy footsteps. A large hand wrapped around her right bicep and she was lifted onto her feet in one smooth motion. Then, the arm to which the hand belonged wrapped around her waist and she was tossed over Darius' shoulder like a ragdoll, his hand firmly gripping her left ass cheek like a handle as she was carried down a flight of stairs and deposited unceremoniously into what felt like a leather chair with most of the seat missing. The sounds of two people busily moving around filled her ears: the sharp clack of heels on a hard floor, drawers opening and shutting, the clink of metal on metal, and under it all the soft, commanding whispers of Alyson. Eve felt the presence of someone behind her, and the dress around her wrists was removed and replaced by the cold metal of handcuffs whose leather-padded chain was wrapped entirely around her waist twice. Fingers slipped into her mouth and drew her panties out, leaving her to lick her dried lips. A soft mouth closed onto her tongue and sucked it in, holding it there for several seconds before retreating. It was immediately followed by a massive ball gag that was forced into her mouth, stretching it fully open. She winced slightly as the corners of her mouth were pulled back as the gag was secured tightly at the back of her head. Eve felt her hair being gathered together and something being tied around it. Once that was complete, the blindfold was untied and pulled from her face. A brilliant white light glared into her eyes, leaving her squinting and just as blind as before. "Welcome home, SLAVE." Alyson's sweet voice, once again dripping with malice, drew Eve's attention to the blurred figure standing a few feet in front of her. As her eyes grew accustomed to the light, Eve took in the sight of the small blond woman. She had changed completely. The platinum curls, earlier loose and playful, were drawn back into a severe bun. The lacy white bra and panties and strapped heels had been replaced with thigh-high red PVC stripper boots, a red garter belt, and a red bustier that made her breasts look much larger than Eve remembered. Elbow-length red gloves and small, rectangular black glasses finished off the ensemble, making her look better than every mean naughty librarian Eve had ever had a wet dream about. She glanced about, and not seeing Darius, turned her head to the right to check behind her. She just caught a glimpse of his hulking figure in the shadows before a nasty yank on her hair forced her face back around and down. When the pressure let up, she looked back at Alyson to see a thin rope in her right hand which ran up to the ceiling. Seeing her looking at it, Alyson smirked evilly and tugged it, demonstrating that it was rigged to a pulley on the ceiling, which was in turn tied to Eve's hair. Her smile widened at the look of comprehension that crossed Eve's face and she pulled hard and consistently on the rope, forcing Eve to stretch and then finally stand to alleviate the pain. She strutted slowly toward the captive younger woman, pulling harder and harder on the rope. "That's right, my young little slut, you're all mine now. You know, when we first saw your profile, we were a little doubtful about you. But then we got to talking, and I have to say, you were delightful. The entire time I kept thinking that if I ever got ahold of you, I'd use and abuse you so badly that no one else would want you...that you couldn't possibly ever be satisfied by anyone else." A gloved hand wrapped tenderly around Eve's jaw as the pressure on her hair slackened. Alyson pulled Eve's face down to hers, obviously delighted at the tears coursing their way down the younger woman's cheeks. Her tongue snaked out and slowly ran its way around Eve's lips, pausing along the way to force itself under the gag and into her throat as their lips met in a sloppy kiss. Alyson pulled away, wiping a strand of drool away with a single finger and smearing it over Eve's lips with a smile. "Now, before we begin, I'm afraid we have some business to attend to. You see, you were very naughty on the drive home tonight, slave. Little sluts shouldn't be doing such things as slapping and biting their elders and betters, so we're going to have to see some punishment to ensure that kind of behavior stops. Darling, if you would?" Eve gasped as she was suddenly pulled off of her feet, suspended with her toes dangling several inches off the ground by the chain around her waist. She swung back and forth slowly, supported by the chain at her waist and the rope in her hair and too stunned to move. The sharp clicking of Alyson's heels sounded behind her and she felt the smooth weight of a paddle caress her ass softly. "Now let's see...I'm thinking ten per discretion should do the trick...so that'll be ten for biting, 20 for slapping...and oh dear, another ten for holding me down. Anything else darling?" Eve cringed as Darius' deep voice, filled with excitement and amusement, chimed in. "Another ten for teasing, I think. We almost got in an accident, after all." "Ah yes, that's so true. So an even 50 then? My my, little slave, you HAVE been bad tonight." The sweet voice was immediately followed by a harsh smack on Eve's right butt cheek that sent her swinging forward. It hurt far more than she had expected, as she had thought Alyson would start more mildly and work her way up. Before she could do more than squeal in pain, she was swinging back toward her tormentors and another harsh smack collided with her left butt cheek. This time the squeal was an audible yelp, and sadistic giggling echoed around the dark edges of the room as a third impact smashed into her right cheek again. The process of smacking, yelping, giggling and smacking continued for long enough that Eve lost count of the spanks she'd received. When it stopped, a gloved hand rubbed her ass tenderly, fingers tracing the outline of her hole and gliding just past the edges of her pussy, where they came to a halt. "Oh! Well now Darius, look at this...only 30 spanks in and her slutty little cunt is already starting to drip!" A gloved finger pushed its way between Eve's lips and sank into her pussy. She stifled a moan and forced herself to remain still as the finger buried itself to the third knuckle and began wiggling about. After a few seconds it retreated, then reappeared pressed against her clenching asshole, smearing her own juices all over it and poking into it to the first knuckle. It wiggled slightly again, then pushed further into her ass before stopping. "No, this simply won't do. Darling, fetch me The Stretcher. If we don't get to this now you'll be all night trying to fit into this tight little ass." Even groaned and helplessly wiggled, truly stunned and terrified at the thought of Darius trying to fuck her ass with that thing between his legs. A sharp slap on her pussy left her immobile and yelping again as the finger slid out of her asshole, to be replaced with what felt like four slick, silicon pencils. Their intrusion was only slightly wider than the finger before, but they were forced several inches into her anus. She felt straps connected to the things being secured around her waist and thighs, and then heard the unmistakable clicking sound of a small crank. The things in her ass, whatever they were, immediately began pushing against the outside walls of her anus, stretching her hole open. She moaned at the pain as they continued to slowly force her asshole open bit by bit. After nearly a minute, the device stopped stretching and simply held its place, and she felt a finger push in between them and sink into her ass easily. "Yes, that's fine for now. We'll stretch it to the next size after your punishment is over, my slave." Eve groaned in response, and Alyson's evil giggling began again as she walked back into Eve's view, still holding the paddle. "You didn't think I'd forgotten already, did you? You still owe me 20 little screams, slut. Although, I can't very well spank your ass now, with The Stretcher back there doing its work. So then, those lovely tits of yours...and an extra five on your little cunt for having such a tight, difficult asshole." Alyson reveled in the despairing look that took hold of Eve's face, then walked over and lay the paddle down on her back like she would a shelf. Turning, she stepped up to a table littered with various unidentifiable things and returned with what Eve supposed would be considered the standard bondage whip: a long, flexible handle with a thick square of worn leather attached to the end. Smacking it lightly against her palm, Alyson examined it before swinging without warning and hitting Eve's arm with it. The pain was sharper and more intense than the paddle had been, and Eve couldn't help but yelp again. Satisfied with the response, Alyson ran it lightly across her own cheek before whipping Eve's dangling left breast, just barely missing the nipple. Once again Eve was choking out a sharp scream and writhing, and as before Alyson showed no mercy. She quickly racked up the remaining 20 spanks on Eve's free-hanging tits, leaving them both a glowing red and Eve whining and moaning. Alyson cooed softly to her, grabbing her face with one hand and slapping the whip ever so softly against her cheek. "Don't fret my dear, the worst is yet to come." Her grip on Eve's jaw became iron as she tilted the younger woman's face up and spit directly into her mouth, the saliva splattering against the gag and running down the corners of her mouth. Alyson motioned to Darius over Eve's shoulder with her whip hand as the other released her jaw and slapped her roughly. The rope tied to Eve's hair slackened and she found herself being suspended nearly upside down, bent in half at the waist with her face only a few inches from her feet. The paddle on her back came crashing down to the ground and bounced out of view. A weight landed on the device in her ass, which she had only just grown accustomed to, and it began clicking and spreading again. Even less concern was shown for her asshole this time, as it took less than 30 incredibly painful seconds for it to reach its new size. Eve watched through thick tears as the red stripper boots stepped up behind her, and felt Alyson's gloved hand grab hold of her left leg just above the knee and hold it to the side. The thick leather tip of the whip smacked wetly against her pussy and she bucked, wiggling ridiculously. "Five for a tight asshole, little slut." Surprisingly the voice was Darius', and Eve could see him standing fully naked and monstrously erect at a table behind Alyson. He made eye contact with her and grinned as a viscous smack sent stars dancing before her eyes and pussy juice splattering across her stomach and legs. She truly screamed this time; a loud, high sound that pierced her own ears and filled the room. The whip came down again before the scream was done, and then again three more times in a rapid, harsh succession that left her limp and dazed as the room echoed faintly with giggling. Serving the Masters Ch. 03 The pain was incredible. She wanted to run from it almost as badly as she wanted to run towards it. Almost, but not quite. She needed it. Her entire world shrank until it became that one thought, and that one thought only. Then, somewhere outside of it, she heard a woman saying something. Before she could even really register what had been said, the whip came crashing down on her ass and Eve was back, staring at red thigh-high boots through streaming tears as she swung through the air. "I asked you if you had learned your lesson, little CUNT, or do I need to beat this slutty slave pussy some more?" Alyson hiked Eve's leg a little higher and lightly tapped the whip against her now thoroughly wetted inner thigh. She mumbled a reply around the gag, but Alyson either didn't hear it or didn't like it, because the whip came crashing in again, this time barely an inch down from Eve's slit. "One more time baby, nice and loud so we can all hear, or I'll take the paddle to these pretty lips of yours." Eve yelled and shook her head, earning a soft stroke along her recently hit inner thigh before the other woman dropped her leg and left her dangling there bent in half. Strutting with an immense swaying of her ass, she joined her husband in the shadows and kissed him. "I think our little slut's learned to respect her elders, don't you darling?" Eve couldn't make out his face, but she was certain he was grinning as his deep voice threateningly whispered a reply. "If she hasn't, she will before I'm done with her." Alyson giggled and kissed him again before striding back to Eve. Groping her ass firmly with one hand, she mockingly asked Eve if she minded opening up her ass a little more. Before Eve could do or say anything, she had the Stretcher going again, its clicking drowned out by Eve's moans. "That's right...I don't care if you mind. You don't get to mind, do you my little pet? And don't be so dramatic, dear. This is the last time. True, it'll take longer, and hurt more, and when it's done you'll redefine the word gape. But, there won't be any more stretching. Well, at least not until Darius gets ahold of you." She laughed and pulled Eve up with the rope in her hair, returning her to the first position. She gave Eve's ass another rough slap that sent her swinging, and then returned to her husband once again. Neither of them spoke or moved, and seemed quite content to wait as Eve swung and moaned and the Stretcher spread her ass to widths never experienced before. After 2 minutes that seemed an hour to Eve, the clicking stopped. She simply hung there in silence, watching drool drip from her gag to the floor and desperately holding back a scream. The sound of Alyson's heels was soon followed by fingers unbuckling the straps holding the Stretcher, and then suddenly it was gone. The pain dropped almost completely, but Eve could feel the work it had done. Her ass hung loose and open, no matter how she tried to squeeze it shut. Soft giggling was accompanied by thumbs sliding in and spreading it wide, followed by a thick stream of spit splattering in. "I think we punished you prematurely slave. I don't believe you've ever had a tight asshole in your whole life, looking at it now. The plug, darling." Eve could hear the heavy steps of her husband, then a sound like someone sucking on a lolipop, and then something hard, wet and fat was shoved into her ass. Thankfully it was only a couple of inches long, but the thickness alone had her wincing again. "But then again, now that I think about it, perhaps you need to be punished more for tricking us. Yes, that seems fair." The obvious joy in Alyson's voice still amazed Eve, at least until the blond came strutting around to her head and yanked her face up by the hair. The grin Eve found looming over her had her thighs shaking. The other hand came swinging into view, slapping her hanging breast hard. She closed her eyes and braced for another, but it never came. Instead, when she opened her eyes she found Alyson squatting, her face just a few inches away. Gloved fingers rolled a nipple between them as Alyson smiled sweetly at her. "But...you have been so very good about your punishment. Not too much screaming or squirming, and you're barely even crying." The fingers clamped down hard on Eve's nipple, pinching it and yanking hard as the other hand pulled on her hair. Immediately tears flooded out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Alyson relented and leaned in to lick them up, cooing softly as her tongue swept across Eve's face. "That's better. Almost as pretty as when you got here." She smiled again and toyed with the gag, pulling and pushing it absent-mindedly. Tsking as her fingers came away dripping, she reached around and undid the binding. The ball came tumbling out of Eve's mouth and bounced wetly away across the floor. She hadn't even realized how badly it had hurt her jaw until it was gone, and she had to leave her mouth open to alleviate some of the pain. Alyson smirked and slipped a finger into the opening, stroking her tongue and fish-hooking her cheek softly. Withdrawing the finger, the blond brought it to her own mouth and sucked on it. As her arm shifted, Eve couldn't help but notice she had an unimpeded view of Alyson's uncovered and shaven slit between widely spread thighs. It was small, clean, and glistening, and had to be the prettiest pussy Eve had ever seen. Her slack-jawed attention did not go unnoticed, and a sharp bark of laughter escaped around the finger in Alyson's mouth. "Nice, isn't she baby?" Eve glanced up at the other woman who was waiting with a raised eyebrow. "Y-yes...yes Mistress, it...she's beautiful." Alyson stood and stepped in close, pausing with her slit just out of reach of Eve's mouth. She tenderly ran her hands through Eve's hair and whispered softly. "Are you ready to obey now, dear? Ready to do as you're told, when you're told, no complaints, no questions?" The smell of her filled Eve's nostrils and she gave an involuntary gasp and licked her lips hungrily. "Yes, Mistress Alyson." Eve hadn't heard him move, but suddenly Darius was behind her, hands undoing the rope attached to her handcuffs. She dropped the two inches to the ground, and her legs gave way as soon as they hit the floor, but he held her up by the cuffs. She was acutely aware of the press of his erection, throbbing heavily, against her right ass cheek. Alyson lifted her up straight by the head and untied the rope in her hair with a single deft movement. Smirking again, she stroked Eve's cheek softly. "That's what I want to hear. We're going to go somewhere more comfortable now, but I promise you, if you misbehave again we'll be right back down here. And next time, I'll have you completely upside down and wishing for the paddle." Eve simply nodded, trembling, not trusting her voice. Alyson turned and strode towards the steps, scooping up a duffle bag on her way. Darius pushed Eve forward and she stumbled after the blond, waddling heavily as she tried to walk with the plug still buried in her ass. The stairs were dark and the plug made it difficult to lift her feet without moaning, but Alyson's rear waving in her face was encouragement enough for her to continue. Eve blinked heavily in the light of the door opening, but Darius steered her through with firm hands and she was ushered down a hall and into a bedroom that could have come straight out of a BDSM magazine. A large circular bed dominated the middle of the room, and harnesses and other gear covered all four walls. Every kind of hook and ring imaginable dotted the ceiling, and a high quality digital camera on a tripod stood waiting in one corner. "On the bed." Eve was a second slow following the order, so Darius encouraged her with a rough shove in the back. Unable to break her fall with her hands, she crashed face first into the thick red blanket. Before she could do more than grunt, his weight descended on her as he straddled her thighs. She was once again aware of the heavy weight of his member on her ass as he uncuffed her wrists and slid back off, pulling the chain from around her. Turning over to sit on the bed, she found him retreating to stand by a wall as Alyson draped herself against the doorframe. "What do you think of your new home, slave? Is it everything you...fantasized about?" Eve swallowed audibly, eyes flitting between the blond and the camera as she tried to ignore the soreness in her shoulders and the plug making its presence known. Film had never been part of the deal. "Yes, Mistress. It's exactly what I...what I wanted." Alyson smirked and strolled over to the camera, pressing a button and winking at her new plaything. "I know we didn't talk about this, but I knew I'd want this one on tape. You don't have a problem with that, do you slave?" She idly fingered the handle of a massive paddle hanging on the wall next to her as she talked. Every sense Eve had screamed to object, to remind Alyson that they had an agreement. If she would break her word here, what else would she do? But the words stuck in her throat. She couldn't help thinking she wanted to know what would happen. She couldn't help but think that maybe letting go was best. She couldn't ignore the image of that perfect pussy swimming in her head. "N-no, Mistress." The grin that crossed those lips said it all. Alyson was in complete control, and she knew it. There was nothing Eve could do to stop her now. There was nothing she would do. She pressed another button, looked down at the camera, and smiled even wider. "Tell us your name, baby." Eve shuddered and looked at the camera, suddenly conscious of her bruising skin and mascara-stained cheeks. "Eve." Alyson frowned angrily and shook her head. "Nooo, your new name. The one we gave you." "S-slave." This time the blond flashed a satisfied smile. "And who am I?" "Mistress Alyson." That earned another grin. "That's right. I'm your Mistress, and you're my nasty little slut slave, aren't you?" The greed and pride in her voice was unmistakeable. "Y-yes, Mistress." Alyson grinned from ear to ear and moved from behind the camera, coming over to stand next to the bed. She pointed a single finger to the floor in front of her and Eve immediately slid off the bed and fell to her knees. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Alyson pulled her face right up to her bare slit, "You were looking awfully thirsty earlier. Go ahead, have a taste." Eve locked eyes with her before sliding her tongue out and flicking it against the lips awaiting her. The taste was sweet and intoxicating, and she immediately pressed her tongue between their folds. Alyson cooed sensually and then pushed forward, pressing Eve's back to the bed and pinning her face hard between her thighs. Alyson pulled hard on her hair and began grinding, forcing the whole of her pussy into Eve's mouth and riding the writhing tongue she found there. Eve was lost in the taste and sensation of the moment, and it was only when her chest began to burn that she realized there was no breath to be found. She inhaled desperately, but sucked in only spit and juices and immediately began coughing roughly. Alyson continued to force herself into her mouth for a few more seconds, but finally relented as stars began to swim in front of her slave's eyes. Choking and gagging, Eve slumped onto the floor, face slick with juices and sweat and once again staring at those red boots. Alyson sneered down at her and casually lifted one, pressing the toe between her lips and forcing it into her mouth. Coughing around the intruding shoe, Eve once again turned her gaze up the fierce blue eyes sparkling behind flashing glass lenses. "Best get used to the choking slut, you're going to be doing a lot of it. We're going to fuck that throat so hard and deep your stomach will be sore. Here...let me demonstrate." The shoe was removed as Alyson leaned down and once again took Eve by the hair, pulling her to her feet and slinging her onto the bed. The younger woman was so surprised by the smaller's strength that she simply gaped at her. Alyson took advantage of her gawking and pushed her hand into Eve's mouth, thrusting four fingers into her throat. Grabbing Eve by the jaw with the other hand, Alyson held her still in an iron grip as she began pumping her fingers in and out. Eve was conscious only of the spit flying everywhere, the breasts pressed against her forehead, and her rapidly building need for air. Once again Alyson only relented when Eve's vision was swimming, and it took nearly a minute before her choking and coughing subsided. Wiping her spit-soaked hand on Eve's breast and leaning in, Alyson smiled sweetly once more. "Feels good, doesn't it? You like it when I choke you, when I fuck your throat, don't you my sweet little cunt?" Eve knew she had probably made a mistake setting this woman loose on her, but it was too late for anything else. And truthfully... "Yes, Mistress. I love it." Serving the Masters Ch. 04 "I knew you would, baby. I knew you'd be my perfect little toy the moment you said you subbed. My perfect, pretty, nasty little slut toy. All mine." Her tone said everything about her. Eve knew from their conversations that Alyson was controlling, strict, and relentless. But now she was beginning to understand that the older woman was also possessive, jealous, and had an ego to rival every arrogant man she'd ever met. They had briefly discussed the possibility of a future power situation, and Eve was starting to think there would be no way of saying no to this demon hidden in a tiny woman's skin. Alyson held out a gloved hand, never taking her eyes off of her slave, and suddenly Darius was there, placing something in her hand. Eve briefly wondered how many girls they had to have so utterly dominated that he always knew when and where to be. Then Alyson was dangling the object in front of her face, and she was audibly swallowing again. It was a collar made of heavy, thick black leather with an array of steel rings around it and a small steel padlock in the shape of a heart dangling from it. Around the entire piece, stitched in bright red, were the words Alyson's Bitch. "Sit up, slave. I have a gift for you." Eve slowly rolled over onto her knees, almost reluctant to lean forward. A gleam in Alyson's eyes said she noticed, but she made no comment. Instead she slipped the padlock off of the collar and fit it around Eve's neck. Grinning, she placed the padlock back through the smaller steel rings on each end of the collar and locked it with an audible click. It was snug, but not tight enough to be bothersome at least. Alsyon slipped a finger into the gap between it and Eve's neck, having to force it a little, and nodded, satisfied. "Now then, slave, I'm afraid we observe a strict dress code in this house. A dress code you're disgracefully breaking. I'll have to punish you for that later." The sneer came out again with those words, icy eyes gleaming with the dare for Eve to challenge her. Eve said nothing. Striding back to the duffle bag from the basement, which she had dropped unceremoniously on the floor, she scooped it up and threw it onto the bed next to Eve. "Open it up. Quickly now, every second you take to get properly dressed is more punishment." Eve almost missed the sadistic grin on Darius' face as she quickly unzipped the bag and turned it over, dumping an assortment of black leather and chain onto the bed. Grabbing at random, she produced a corset criss-crossed a dozen times with straps anchored with steel buckles. Looking questioningly at Alyson, she found a satisfied smile looking back at her. "I'll help you with that, dear, it takes two people to get in on...properly." She came strutting back over and took it from Eve's hands, shaking a few straps loose so that it hung open. Reaching around her slave, she fitted it against her ribcage. The bottom ran around her waistline, but the top only just hit the bottoms of her breasts, leaving them hanging unhindered. A few deft movements later, and the straps were tightened and buckled down. It was incredibly tight, squeezing down on her ribs and making her take shallower breaths than usual. Alyson again watched her, waiting to see if she'd object, but again Eve said nothing. Satisfied, the older woman grabbed a flap still hanging loose and pressed it up between Eve's breasts, attaching it tightly to the collar at her neck. Not waiting for her to observe her work, Eve immediately turned to pile next to her, now considerably smaller, and grabbed at random again. A curious set of leather stockings came sliding out of the tangle. Giggling softly, Alyson snatched them from her hands and shoved her onto her back. Eve then had the odd sensation of someone else sliding stockings onto her feet and up her legs. When they reached her upper thighs, small hands grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed, leaving her with her ass and part of her back hanging off. Once again the fabric was tugged up her legs and then a band up to her waist. A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet, and Eve had a chance to look at the stockings as Alyson went to work attaching the waistband to the bottom of her corset with buckles she hadn't noticed before. The stockings ran all the way to the bottom of her ass, where thin strips then continued on the sides to a 2-inch waistband. The leather was restrictive, and though the length was close enough to right for the buckles to hold them in place, Eve's dancer thighs were being squeezed somewhat similarly to her ribs. When she had finished with the buckles, Alyson groped her exposed ass heavily with one hand, fingertips pressing against the base of the plug nestled between her cheeks. Eve let out piteous moan as the hard mass pressed a bit deeper into her and Alyson chuckled. "Still not used to it, dear? You're in for a rough night if that's all it takes to make you squirm." Eve swallowed, the collar suddenly feeling much tighter, and turned her face away from the other woman. Desperate to avoid more punishment, she quickly eyed what was left on the bed, but found herself hesitating as she identified the few remaining objects. Another gag, just as oversized as the first, but this one a ring decorated with chains; long fingerless leather gloves adorned with more straps, rings and buckles; thick ankle cuffs of a similar design; and two ridiculously heavy, short chains fitted on each end with massive steel clamps. Turning Alyson, again with questioning eyes, she simply waited. Alyson smirked in her characteristically deceitful way and reached out, fingering each piece in turn. Finally settling on the chains, she held the shorter one up for Eve to see before sliding one end through a ring in the front of her collar. Stroking Eve's cheek tenderly, she then clamped the ends down onto Eve's earlobes and locked them in place. It was a mild pain, but the she could tell that the weight of the chain would only increase it over time, and any attempt to look upwards would be painful. Without delay Alyson had the other chain in her hands and was slipping it through the ring as well. This time, however, the clamps went down. It took some hefting of her heavy breasts, but before long they too had been clamped and locked at the nipples. Eve immediately knew these would be her real problem. The chain might have worked for Alyson with her smaller bust, but Eve's DD's, perky as they were, hung far too low for the clamps to attach without strain. The chain was taut, pulling her collar and head down slightly and her breasts up nearly an inch each. She lifted her head slightly and her breasts came with it, tugged roughly by the nipples. She couldn't hold back a small yelp of pain. "Oh my, a little small for you dear. We can't have that. I won't have you making such noises all night." Eve was relieved at the older woman's concern, until she saw Alyson coming at her with the gag instead of adjusting the clamps. The ring, which she discovered was actually bigger than the ball had been, was unceremoniously wedged behind her teeth, leaving her jaw stretched to it's maximum, before the chains were fed beneath her ear-chain and locked tightly at the base of her neck. Sneering once again, Alyson reached two fingers into the ring and grabbed her tongue, pulling it through and holding it there. "Yes, I like it this way. Keep this pretty little tongue out here with your pretty little lips dear." Eve obeyed, realizing once again that what little choice she had was useless against the force of Alyson and her own desire. Next came the ankle cuffs, which were simple enough. Finally came the gloves, which came almost completely up to her shoulders and were buckled on as tightly as the corset and stockings. Stepping back, Alyson appraised her work. "Do a few spins for the camera, sweety." Eve again obeyed, turning slowly several times, aware of how every movement of her head put strain on her ears, breasts, or both. After the fourth spin, Alyson stopped her. "Very good, slave. Now, bend over the bed. We have your punishment to deal with, once again." She sounded exasperated, as if it was entirely Eve's fault, but the underlying tone of mocking betrayed just how much Alyson was enjoying it. Eve bent over the bed gingerly, burying her face in the blanket to avoid yanking on her nipples. A few seconds of silence followed, and then seemingly out of nowhere the swish of something heavy plowing through the air sounded and a smack on her thighs the likes of which she'd never felt had her screaming at the top of her lungs. Another swiftly followed, and then another. Once again a rhythm of heavy smacks and harsh screams rang out. By the end, Eve had once again lost count of her smacks and her throat was raw. It felt as though her thighs had been hit by a truck, and her legs shook so hard the buckles on her ankle cuffs were jingling. Small hands grabbed the outside of her thighs, holding them steady. "Now now sweety, don't tremble. It had to be done. Well...it didn't have to be done. But you were so hesitant to take my gift earlier, I was worried you didn't quite understand your position." The hands slid up and in, groping and spreading her ass cheeks methodically before the woman they belonged to layed on her back. One hand came up and gripped her hair, turned her head until the tension on her nipple was nearly unbearable. Soft lips brushed against her clamped earlobe. "But you understand now, don't you? This isn't just a little fun. It's not a fling. This is important. You're mine. My pet, my toy, my slut, my cunt, my slave. I do with you whatever I will, and you allow it. I say, you do. I think, you do. I'm happy, you're happy. I'm unhappy...well, you pay. And you're happy about this. You wanted this. You need this." Eve closed her eyes and trembled in the face of these words. But after only a few seconds, she garbled out an answer as best she could. "Yes, Mistress." Alyson giggled and sent her tongue delving into her ear before rolling off of her. "Excellent. Now, I'm afraid my poor, poor hubby has been so very patient waiting for me to break you in. He must be desperate for some attention. Make yourself a useful bitch while I prepare the a few final things." Eve pushed herself up off the bed and turned in time to see Darius approach her. If he had seemed large before, to her he now seemed a giant. He towered over her, a hulking mass of olive-skinned muscle with a hard-on that truly scared her waving in front. His dark eyes were blank, but the solemn lips had been replaced with an eager sneer that rivaled his wife's. Without a word he took her by the waist and lifted her into the air, swinging her onto her belly on the bed. Reaching under her arms, he dragged her forward until her breasts hung past the edge. His cock speared her cheek as she came forward, smearing pre-cum across it. Winding the fingers of both massive hands into her hair, he slowly lifted her face as he reared back and sit the tip of his cock onto her still outstretched tongue. She waited almost with dread, tasting the saltiness, for him to continue, but he simply stopped. She looked up at him and found him watching her, clearly expecting her to begin. Slowly she licked, drawing the flat of her tongue up and across his broad tip. He released a long sigh, so she repeated the action, noting with some alarm the sheer amount of pre-cum drooling out of it. As she continued to lick nervously, her eyes flicked to the camera still rolling footage in the corner, and found it perfectly placed to catch her in all her humiliation. Then suddenly the bed shifted and Alyson was straddling her ass, grabbing her arms and pulling them straight back. The clink of chains sounded behind her as Darius pressed his cock a little deeper, the tip just sliding through the ring. It was so oversized that even he fit through it, at least she imagined the first few inches would at any rate. She continued to lick and slobber on his cockhead as it continued to drool pre-cum into her mouth, but her attention was focused on Alyson behind her, who was clearly attaching chains to the rings in her gloves. In a short minute she had finished, and Eve found her shoulders burning slightly and herself unable to move her arms from wrist up even the slightest bit. The Alyson was leaning over her head, watching the action. "Don't be so shy, Darling Husband. She's not going anywhere, and you'll have ample chance at the rest of her throughout the night." Eve shuddered, but no one seemed to notice, and then with a grunt and a tug on her hair she found three inches of thick, throbbing cock stuffed into her mouth and pressing at her throat. She gave a gurgled moan of surprise, but again was ignored. He reared back to the ring and then pumped in again, cock sliding down her tongue and bumping against her throat once again. As he withdrew once more, Eve felt herself being lifted up and her right knee being tucked under her. And then again the cock pressed in, harder this time. The next time her left knee was tucked under, and the cockhead smashed against her throat, causing her to whine in pain. But when he withdrew the next time, he simply held himself there, tip resting on the ring and her tongue as drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts. Then she felt straps being placed around her thighs just above the knee, forcing them apart. When she tried to move them, she found them locked in place as tightly as her arms. Finally, chains were attached to her ankle cuffs and run to her wrists, locking them tightly in place as well. An experimental tug, gave her all the information she needed. A spreader lay between her knees, and the chains on her ankles would keep her from moving them at all. She had only the freedom to move her head, and every time she did she ran the risk of tearing a nipple or an earlobe off. Lost in contemplation over such an extreme set of restraints, she never felt Darius tense up. A harsh spank on her jutting ass made her yelp, and the moment the sound came out of her throat, Darius slammed his cock in. It was a hard, unrelenting thrust that pinned her tongue painfully to the ring and forced her surprised throat open more than anything ever had before. She choked on it, spit flying from around it and the ring in her mouth. She could hear both Alyson and Darius laughing, and felt the woman slide off the bed. Eve continued to choke as Alyson sidled up beside her, squatting down and nodding her head at the camera. "Now there's a pretty sight for us. I've never had a pet bitch as pretty as you, slave." She reached out and massaged Eve's throat, delighting in the feeling of each cough. "I bet we could sell this one. No one's ever let me film them like this before. No one's even ever let me restrain them like this before. I'd bet there's a whole lot of people out there who'd pay to see a hot young slut like you get fucked ten ways to Sunday. And that IS what we're going to do, slut. We're going to fuck you until you don't know who you are any more."