3 comments/ 38034 views/ 18 favorites Try Before You Buy By: TanyaSilver I sit up quickly in the bed of my cell, I hear footsteps echoing in the hallway. A chill shoots down my spine, part anticipation and also because of the temperature of the room. I slide off the bed and onto my knees on the floor assuming the presentation position, my knees spread and my arms holding the opposite elbows behind my back which thrusts out my breasts. The cold concrete makes my knees ache and a cold breeze makes my bare nipples stand up straight. My breathing speeds up as I hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens. In walks a tall middle aged man with dark hair. He doesn't look at me immediately and I quickly remember my place and stare meekly at the floor. He says nothing but pulls the one chair in the room over and sits down a few feet to my right. I can just see him from the corner of my eye. He is staring at me. Another chill shoots down my spine and goosebumps break out all over my naked flesh. "Position two" He barks suddenly. Instinct taking over I quickly drop my face to the floor spread my knees further and arch my back. I turned my face towards him and I stare at his boots as he stands and walks around me. His first touch nearly makes me break position, his fingers lightly trailed over my back. "Stand and present" he says. I quickly jump to my feet keeping them shoulder width apart I put my hands behind my head and thrust my chest out. He stops circling to stand in front of me and I get my first look at his face. I almost stop breathing all together. He has a plain face, small crows feet by his eyes and a few wrinkles. But his eyes, they are dark, and absolutely pitiless. He grabs the tag dangling from my collar and reads it... Slave #145 Age - 20 Captured - North America 6 months since capture 5' 4" 110lbs 35-24-36 Basic training - passed I recite the information in my head as he reads it. This collar has been on my neck for the last 6 months and I have been told that I will most likely wear it for the rest of my life. I break out of the almost trance that I fell into and I realize that I have been looking at this man directly in the face. I immediately drop my gaze to the floor and my stomach drops as well when he says. "You forget yourself slave". He walks around behind me and says "position 4" I immediately bend at the waist and put my hands on the floor. I hear the sound of a buckle and the whisper of leather on denim as he removes his belt. There is a pause and my breath catches. WHACK! His belt leaves a burning stripe across my ass, and I yelp from the pain. He walks back and forth behind me, the anticipation of the next strike is almost worse than the pain. WHACK! Another burning line crosses my cheeks, slightly lower this time. The strapping keeps coming. There is no rhythm to his strikes, leaving me waiting sometimes for what seems like forever and other times there would be no time between them. After the fifteenth strike I let out a little sob and a tear drops onto the floor. He continues for another five strokes. By the time he stops my ass is on fire and I have left a small puddle on the floor. "Stand up" I quickly return to the previous position and remember to keep my eyes on the ground this time. He walks around me and wipes a tear off my cheek with his finger. "That was just a warning, if you disrespect me like that again you will feel some real pain. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir" I say quietly. "I am trying to decide if I want to buy you slave. What do you think of that?" "I hope I can please you sir" "Good" he says and sits back down in the chair. "I need to decide if you are worth my time. Any girl can learn a few positions, what else have you been trained to do?" My mind races as I keep myself from just blurting out information. "I learned massage, dances of many styles, belly dancing, and pole dancing being the focuses. I learned- " "Stop" he said "I don't care about your other talents, I am looking for a sex slave not an entertainer." "Yes sir, I have had throat training, I have learned to suppress my gag reflex most of the time, I have been trained to hold all of the positions... I also have had some brief anal training as well sir, but that has been difficult for me. I have a very tight ass and it is very uncomfortable for me." "How high is your pain tolerance? Not high I'm guessing based on this display" he said pointing at my tears. "Have you ever been brought to orgasm with pain?" "I have been disciplined before sir but I don't know my tolerance, and no I have not been brought to orgasm with pain sir" "So your not a pain slut then. In the end it is the same for me and worse for you. You see I enjoy causing my slaves pain. I like hearing the screams and the pleading and continuing anyways. Does this scare you slave?" "Yes sir" I said with a quavery voice. I had heard about men like this from some of the other girls. While some men who buy slaves are rich and are looking for a pretty girl to keep around and fuck once in a while. Others the sadists are a slaves worst nightmare. "I haven't decided if I want you yet... I want you to demonstrate your skills, position one in front of me NOW" he yells the final word and I quickly turn and drop to my knees in front of him, he unzips his fly and pulls out one of the largest penises I have ever seen. It looks to be as wide as my wrist and it is about 10 inches long, it also isn't fully erect yet. "Suck" he says in a very short and curt voice. "If I am disappointed in your performance there will be consequences" I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the head of his penis, it is HUGE, I can barely fit the whole head in my mouth. I begin sucking and twirling my tongue around it, I lick the shaft from bottom to top it has grown even more now and is about a foot long. My mind is racing trying to think how I can please a dick of this size. I go back up and get it as far as I can into my mouth, I get the head and a little bit of the shaft before I gag and can't go further. I keep trying though making myself gag over and over again. Spit is bubbling up around my mouth and my eyes are tearing up. As I go his expression never changes and I am getting increasingly frantic because I cant tell if I am pleasing him. The next time I go down I shove a bit harder than I have before and the dick slides another inch further into my throat. I gag violently but try desperately to keep it in my throat. I manage to keep it there for three seconds or so before I pull back gasping for air. I spit a huge blob onto his dick and try again with similar results, I managed to stay on it for four seconds this time though. During all of this he has adopted a thoughtful look on his face. After a few more tries with no more success he says "stop, turn around and take position two" I immediately spun around put my face on the floor and my arms behind my back. My most private and delicate areas were now pointed directly at him exposed for him to do whatever he wants to them. First I felt a delicate stroke on my outer labia then nothing for another couple of seconds. Then a finger slowly inserted itself inside me. I was very dry and he makes a "tisk" sound at me "You are going to have to learn to make yourself wet on very quickly if you don't want things to be very painful. It is a slaves job to be ready at a moments notice." "Yes sir, I will sir." He then pulled out his finger and I felt another light touch, this time on my clit. Making me jump and break position. I immediately start groveling "I'm sorry sir please forgive me sir!" Again he "tisks" and out of nowhere a blazing stripe of pain from the belt streaks across my ass leaving me breathless. Immediately afterwards I feel his rough finger poke directly into my asshole. I gasp loudly yet again and screw up my face as his finger pushes it's way inside my ass with a burning roughness. My eyes scrunch up and my fists clench. I resist the urge to squirm and pull away. "You are incredibly tight back here, You will have to learn to relax or you are not going to enjoy my attentions. I enjoy anal sex very much and you won't have a choice in the matter, so you better loosen up." He twists his finger and pulls it out with a faint pop. "Oh and you have about 30 seconds in order to get yourself wet before I start fucking that pussy." I started panicking and immediately tried everything that my instructors had taught me about getting ready, I tried to slow my breathing and think of something anything to turn myself on. Nothing was happening I was too scared, so I speak up "Sir may I please speak" "Yes" "May this slave please play with herself in order to make herself ready?" "Yes" "Thank you sir" My hand goes straight to my clit and begins rubbing in quick circular motions. I feel myself beginning to respond almost immediately. Much too soon however he got down behind me and slapped my hand out of the way. I start panicking and my heart rate spikes. I feel his hand briefly grab my whole mound and squeeze as he pulls my ass back further. Then the head of his cock is at my pussy and he starts pushing, hard. I feel shoots of pain as my body struggles to accommodate his enormous width. There is a sudden POP and his head slips in. I let out a low groan and clench my fists again as my chest heaves. Trying to keep my breathing slow is very difficult as he slowly pushes himself into my pussy. Much too soon he bottoms out. He stops and says "Still two inches left. that's a shame, that means I will be using your ass much more frequently." I feel the urge to cry again as I start imagining what having this monstrous thing in my ass would feel like. I try to keep my sobs silent but he notices almost immediately. "Cry all you want it won't do you any good" And with that he pulls out almost all the way hesitates and then thrust hard. The air is forced out of me and I let out a squeal as his cock punches into me. I am driven forward from the thrust which seemed to displease him. "No running away now" He grabs my ponytail and pulls back on it hard lifting my chest up off the floor and pulling me back into his dick. He then begins thrusting much slower and shorter than the first thrust but not softly. My pussy aches and stretches around him, I keep sobbing as he thrusts again and again into me. Every once in a while he almost pulls out then pushes all the way back in violently. I begin to feel him tense up and his tempo and force increases as he pounds me harder than I have ever been fucked before. Just before I am sure he is about to explode inside of me he stops suddenly. Pulling out and letting me go leaving me in a quivering heap sobbing and gasping on the floor. "Not done yet" He then grabs me by the hair and with surprising strength hauls me to my feet then I am thrown onto the bed. Laying me on my back and hanging my head off the side he says "open up" A shot of fear goes through me. Would he be that rough with my throat as well? I open my mouth and immediately his wet head fills my mouth and he begins to push further in. I see the full scale of his cock as I stare at the underside of it and it scares me. How much of this is he going to shove down my throat? He grasps the sides of my head and says "don't move" Then pushes hard. His head slides in and I can't breathe anymore, yet he keeps pushing. I make a choked strangled sound as my gag reflex freaks out and try's to get his cock out of my throat. Yet he keeps pushing. I really start to panic now spots flickering across my vision. Then with one final shove I feel his balls hit my nose. My vision starts fading in and out. All of a sudden I can breathe again. I gasp and wretch I throw up a bit but it all falls onto my own face. He reaches down with a towel and wipes off the majority of it and then says "again, open" in one big push he shoves half of his cock into my throat and then he begins making short thrusts giving me very brief moments of air, he starts fucking faster until with a big push he shoves his entire length into my throat and I feel warm cum start filling up my throat. He pulls out and I start retching and coughing. Some cum oozes out of my nose. My face is covered in spit mucus vomit and cum. He backs up wipes off his cock with the towel and pulls his pants back on. "I am satisfied. I will buy you" And with that he leaves. I listen to the echo of his footsteps in the hall not moving, slowly I get up and attempt to clean myself up. I am crying softly as I contemplate my life to come. Try Before You Buy Ch. 02 Thanks to Fuzznfangs and SirOrrence for Copyediting! ***** A few hours later one of the older house girls comes into the room. "Get up! We have to clean you before your new master takes you home." I reluctantly rise and follow the girl out of the room. After entering the bathing chambers I am bought into a tile covered room with manacles hanging from the ceiling. The house girl lowers a pair and locks them tightly around my wrists. The cold metal bites into my wrists as I am lifted so that I have to stand on tip toe. The same girl briefly leaves the room and returns with all the supplies for an enema. "Your new owner was very specific about wanting you cleaned up inside and out," she says, as she brandishes the bag and tube. The girl walks around behind me and I feel a cold sensation of lube as it is spread around my ass, then a brief shot of pain as a finger shoves its way into my asshole. The finger leaves and a few seconds later I feel something rubbery instead. My asshole tightens involuntarily and I hear the girl sigh. "Loosen up or this is going to take forever." I struggle to control myself and relax. As I do, the rubber thing pushes harder and there is a shot of pain and a rough burning feeling as it starts spreading my ass. My tight hole continues to widen as it is forced further inside me, and I screw up my face and bite my lip to keep from whimpering. Finally there is a pop and my ass closes around the plug that has seated itself inside of me. Shortly after I hear a pumping sound and to my horror the plug in my ass seems to inflate, making it impossible to remove and much more uncomfortable. Then I feel a strange sensation and a chill runs through me as water begins rushing into my bowels. It seems to go on forever. It's not long before cramps begin working their way through my stomach and as I look down I see that my stomach is bloated. I hang there struggling not start crying again as pain swirls around my stomach. After a minute or so the girl asks, "How are we doing?" "Not well, Miss. Can you please take this out of me?" For an answer she walks around behind me. I hear the air being released from my plug, and in one swift motion she rips the plug from my ass, letting out a rush of liquid after it. I let out a cry as the liquid pours out of me. My face turns red from the shame of having someone witness this. "Once more, then we will clean you up," she says. This time she uses warm water, and my skin breaks out in a sweat as it pours into me. After the plug is removed and the majority of the water has run out of me, my bonds slacken and my arms are lowered. The girl removes the shackles and bids me to follow her into the next room, the bathing area, where I am put into a tub and scrubbed down vigorously by two other slave girls. After being cleaned, I am rubbed with lavender oils, and my hair is dried and wrapped up into the usual pony tail. After being dried off, one of the girls hands me a loose, sheer white dress. "Put this on and assume the resting position. Your master will be here shortly to claim you." I kneel on the floor, keeping my eyes trained on the crack of light that I can see under the door in front of me. I strain my ears for the sound of approaching footsteps. I wait for what seems like hours, but is probably no more than fifteen minutes. Then I hear approaching footsteps and that familiar chill shoots down my spine. The door is thrown open and my master enters the room carrying a leash. He quickly walks over to me and clips the leash into my collar and gives a quick tug. "On your feet. Heel." I quickly obey and follow him as he walks out of the room, down a long corridor, and out the front door. I am blinded by the first sunlight that I have seen in half a year. There is a sharp tug as my master pulls on the leash. I realize that I have stopped walking, and I quickly get back into position. "Sorry, Master! Please forgive me, Master." He frowns at me and my stomach does a flip. What sort of punishment will I receive for this infraction? He walks to a nearby black sedan. There is a large man in a black suit is standing by the car. My master however walks me around to the trunk, where he opens it and says, "Inside now." I hesitate, and he jerks hard on the leash. "NOW." I hop forward and awkwardly get into the trunk. Once inside I see that there are restraints specifically added to this trunk for just this purpose. I am strapped in tightly. My ankles are bound together and tightly to the floor, and my knees are bound the same way. My arms are put behind my back and my wrists are cuffed together. Then my collar is attached to a metal clip on the floor. Afterwards a ball gag is put in my mouth, and a blindfold completes the binding. The trunk slams, and I am left in complete darkness. I try to keep myself calm as I hear the car start up. We drive for what feels like forever, every bump, bounce, and turn only making my position worse and worse. I try to keep my tears at bay at the realization sinks in that I have actually been sold. The world I knew is no more, and I have no idea what my new master has in store for me. Eventually we do stop, the trunk is opened, the straps are removed, and I am unclipped. However the ball gag and blindfold are left on. I hear the leash being clipped to my collar again and my masters voice as he says, "Heel." I don't know how to do this blindfolded, but I try to follow as best as I can. My bare feet feel the cold concrete floor turn into tile, then wood. We enter an elevator and I can feel us going down. We then walk across another cement floor, and I hear three different doors being unlocked and relocked after us as we walk down what must be a long hallway. "Remove your blindfold and gag now, slave. Take a look at your new home." I quickly comply, and see that we are standing in a long cement hallway with four metal doors to the sides and two other doors at either end of the hallway. We are standing next to one of the doors which opens into a small cell. "Inside," he orders. As I obey him, the door is closed and locked behind me. I can see his face through the small barred window in the door as he tells me, "I will return for you shortly." I sit down on the bed, which is a solid metal frame bolted to the floor, with only a thin mattress pad. There is nothing else in the room. — Later I am dozing on the bed when the door opens. I quickly get up and assume position one, thrusting out my chest. I hope that this is what he would want me to do. "On your feet. It's time to play." I can't stop myself from shaking as I follow him out of the room, over to one of the other doors in the hallway. I am absolutely terrified of what is about to happen. The anticipation and the sheer lack of information makes my imagination run wild with the possibilities. We enter the room and my breath catches. The walls are lined with tools of torture: whips, floggers, straps, canes, clamps. There are manacles on the walls and hanging from the ceiling. There is what looks like a table from a doctor's office, and a large wooden X in another corner with straps all over it. That is all my brain takes in before I remember to put my eyes back on the floor. "Strip, and come over here," he says, grabbing a pair of manacles hanging from the ceiling. The leather cuffs are attached to my wrists, and they are hoisted up into the air. After that he returns with a metal bar with cuffs on either end which is attached to my ankles. He then does something to the bar which lengthens it making my feet spread out to an uncomfortable width. Then a blindfold is put back over my eyes. "You will count the strokes. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," I say, my voice quivering with fear. What had I done to deserve punishment? As if he hears my thoughts he says, , "I am only beating you for my own pleasure, It makes me happy to cause you pain." My shaking increases and I can't help a small sob from escaping my lips. "Don't make me gag you already, slave." I hear the swish of something swing past my face and my whole body tenses up. Then again, this time behind me, quickly followed by - CRACK! A line of fire sears across my ass. My brain can't process it immediately, but afterwards I let out a yelp of pain. "One, Master." "Don't forget to count or we will have to start from the beginning." I feel a hard point press against my side as he walks around me. It is the cane that he is using on me. Swish... Swish... CRACK! This time his strike hits me right across the breasts, directly on top of my nipples. They go hard immediately and I cant help but cry out. "Two, Master." I sob. Immediately after I speak... CRACK! My breath leaves me and my body seizes up as his strike lands directly on my clit. "... Three, ... Master." I say in a breathless voice that I struggle to get out. He continues striking me with the cane, never giving me a clue when the blows will land. Sometimes the blows rain down in rapid succession, giving me little time to count. Other times he waits for what feels like minutes. "Twenty, Master." My body is crisscrossed with red welts all over. I am struggling to slow down my breathing and stop myself from sobbing. I hear him put the cane down. He takes the cuffs off of my ankles, and lowers my arms from the ceiling. He leaves the blind fold on but grabs my collar and pulls me after him across the room. "Bend over," he says as my shins run into something solid but covered in leather. I lean over and place my hands onto what feels like a leather ottoman. My arms are violently pulled forward and down as I fall forward on top of the ottoman. My face is hanging over one side, and my knees are on top of the ottoman. Then I feel rope being wrapped around my middle squeezing me against the ottoman and forcing my back to arch. My ankles are tied to the upper part of my thighs forcing them to stay bent and leaving my ass and pussy spread out and exposed. My arms are pulled behind my back and my wrists are bound to the opposing forearm. I am completely helpless and my imagination goes into overdrive as I imagine what he will do to me in this position. He trails his fingers across my ass and I hear a click and a loud buzzing sound. A vibrator is pushed up against my clit and goosebumps spread out across my body. "What do you say, slave?" "Thank... umph... you, Master," I can feel myself getting wet and the stirrings of an orgasm begin. The master seems to be doing something behind me, but I am too distracted by the rising waves of pleasure to notice what it is. Just as I am about to start begging for an orgasm, I feel a cold drip onto my asshole, followed quickly by pain as something is shoved into my ass. "AHHH" I yell in surprise and fear. CRACK! He smacks my asscheek hard with his hand, leaving a red handprint. "You will be silent unless I say otherwise, slave. Also that was just a small plug. Like I said earlier you would do well to loosen up that ass of yours." "Yes, Master. This slave is sorry for her outburst, Master." The plug in my ass is uncomfortable, but as it sits there I begin to adjust to the feeling. The vibrator on my clit helps make the plug bearable. The interrupted orgasm starts to build again, more powerful this time. He keeps the vibrator on my clit and I hear another click and the vibrations get faster and stronger. "Thhhannnk you, Master." In response, he grabs the base of my plug and twists it. The uncomfortable burning sensation makes me tense up my ass and groan softly. He then pulls it out quickly and shoves it back in immediately afterwards. I start panting and sweat beads on my skin as my orgasm is pushed back even further by the painful sensations in my ass. The orgasm continues to build and my master keeps tapping on the plug, keeping it on my mind the whole time. "Please, Master..." "Please what, slave?" "May this... uhh... slave cum, please, Master?" "No." Irritation and desperation cause me to squirm as he pulls the vibrator away from my clit. "You may only cum from anal stimulation." My breath quickens and my mind starts racing as I try to figure out how I can reach climax. "What do you think of that, slave?" I am so close at this point that I am writhing in frustration and I will take whatever I can get. "Please play with my ass, Master, so that this slave can cum." He grabs the plug and pulls it out and begins slowly fucking my ass with the tip. The sensation is strange and makes me squirm against my bonds. But my body craves stimulation so the pain transforms into something else, and makes my orgasm start building again. My heart rate spikes as the discomfort becomes a strange form of pleasure. "Master... please?" "Yes, slave, you may cum." The orgasm gets closer and closer. Just as it is about to hit he shoves the plug all the way into my ass. The feeling is the last straw and I am wracked with the biggest orgasm I have ever had, which is extended and increased by the plug, my muscles tensing and releasing and some drool falling out of my mouth. "How was that, slave?" "Thank you, Master. This slave is very grateful, Master." "Now it is my turn." A chill goes down my spine as I consider what this could mean. I hear a zip. Then he walks around to my face and I am confronted with his massive cock. He puts the rock hard member into my mouth and shoves, giving me no time to think and no time to prepare. His cock goes all the way down my throat until my nose is pushed up against his stomach. My body seizes and thrashes as it struggles to escape. But there is no escape, and he holds his cock there until my vision begins to darken. He pulls out and walks out of my sight. I feel him probe my pussy with his massive head, and then he roughly shoves into me. The massive width of the cock brings me out of my daze and makes my eyes pop. He then begins to slowly fuck me, going deeper with each thrust. He bottoms out and then speeds up, battering my pussy, going harder and harder. I start panting and sobbing as his thrusts pull all the way out and smash back in. Spit and tears mix to make my face a mess as my brain struggles to comprehend the hardest fucking I have ever received. My body struggles to find a way to escape but I am helpless and eventually I go limp and submit to the brutal pounding. Abruptly he stops, leaving me heaving and my pussy gaping. Through the pain an overwhelming empty feeling takes over. I struggle to calm my breathing and stop my sobbing. He walks around in front of me and shoves his cock which is covered in my juices straight down my wide open throat. I gag and my body tries to throw up as it struggles to deal with the invasion. He reaches over and grabs the plug that through this all is still in my ass and twists it, making me jerk and gag even harder on his cock. "Mmmm, I like that," he says and twists it again. And again I gag. "I think it's time I tried out that little ass." He says this as he pulls out. And an overwhelming feeling of dread comes over me. He must have seen it on my face because he said, "Oh you don't look excited about that." "Please, Master, have mercy, my ass can't handle your cock, this slave begs mercy, please, please, Sir, please!" I struggle against my bonds and my final "please" comes out as a scream. I am terrified of what his cock will do to my ass and I will do anything to avoid being fucked there. "This ass belongs to me now, slave. You have no say over what happens to it. I am going to fuck it, and I will enjoy doing it." I drop my head as sobbing racks my body. CRACK! His hand slaps HARD directly on my pussy. I am momentarily speechless as the pain registers. "You will control yourself, slave. To help you with that I am going to gag you now." A massive ball gag is shoved into my mouth, stretching out my jaw and preventing me from making any sounds aside from a muffled "mmmph" sound. "To help prepare your asshole, I have just the thing. Electricity. It will make your muscles loosen up." With this he pulls the plug out of my ass with a pop. He walks in front of me, grabbing my hair to pull up my head so he can show me the plug that was just inside me. It is under an inch wide and it is maybe two inches long. He then holds up a metal plug with wires hanging off of it. This plug is about an inch and a half at its widest and four inches long. He lets go of my head and walks around behind me. I feel a cold sensation as lube is spread around my asshole. He shoves a finger inside making me tense up. He pulls it out with a pop. "Now let's LIGHTen you up a bit." He laughs at his own terrible pun, and I feel the cold metal touch my asshole. He shoves hard. My body tries to fight against it, but the lube allows the narrow tip to slide inside. It keeps going and the pain builds in my lower half as I am slowly speared by this metal invader. He struggles to push it in further, but as he reaches the halfway point my body fights every inch. CRACK! Another hard slap on my ass makes me jump and lose focus. And with a POP the plug slides forward and firmly seats itself inside me. "MMMMPPPHHHH!" I scream into the gag and my eyes pop as my body struggles to deal with the new sensations. "Good, good, little slut. We will turn that ass into a fuck hole soon enough." I hear a click and I feel a familiar vibration press against my pussy. The sensation is so fast and my nerves are so over-taxed that it is almost painful at first. But the vibrations are persistent and my body eventually begins to respond. My breathing changes, from the frantic and panicked, to a slower pant. Drool bubbles and drips from around the gag. "See, that's not so bad, is it?" A strange tingling feeling starts to build inside of my ass. It quickly builds, and then my asshole starts to spasm. The tingling spreads through my stomach and a sensation of pins and needles follows it. "Would you like me to turn it up?" "MMMMPPPHHH!" I scream into my gag again "No? Ok then, here we go." The sensation doubles, and my ass continues to spasm and attempts to push the metal intruder out. Suddenly the tingling and vibrating stops. Spasms run through my whole body as it struggles to deal with the aftershocks of the electrocution. There is no warning. I am overwhelmed by a tingling and burning feeling that takes over my entire body. I have no idea how long it lasts but soon after it stops it hits me yet again. This goes on for a while - I don't know how long. I think I black out at one point. Eventually my thoughts become lucid again, and I realize that I haven't been zapped for quite a while. The plug is still in my ass, but I can't hear my master anywhere. I hear a door open and close, and then a hand rests on my asscheek. "So you are back. Good. I wouldn't want you to sleep through your first ass fucking." He grabs the plug and pulls it out in one swift motion. The pain clears out any of the fuzziness in my mind that was left over from the electricity. I can feel my ass gaping, opening and closing. A finger pushes inside. While it doesn't feel good, but it doesn't hurt either. I feel a cold sensation as more lube is spread onto my asshole and two fingers shove some lube inside of me. My asshole still has the occasional spasm but feels much looser than before. Then without any warning or ceremony, I feel the head of his cock push against my asshole. It pushes hard, and my ass begins to spread out for him. As it widens, I screw up my face in a grimace and bite down hard on the gag in my mouth. Try Before You Buy Ch. 02 "Damn, you are still so tight. Relax your ass and let me in, NOW." I struggle to comply, pushing out and attempting to relax all the muscles. I know that fighting will only make this worse. The massive invader continues to spread out my asshole. His hands grab my asscheeks and spread them apart. My mind races, and I start struggling against my bonds as his pressure increases and my panic rises. "MMMPPPHHHHH!" I scream into the gag as the head finally pops past my sphincter and begins stretching out my insides. It feels like there is a baseball bat being pushed into my poor abused asshole. He stops moving. "You are going to squeeze my cock to death with this ass." The shooting pains from my ass radiate up to my stomach. He shifts forward slightly and a cramp hits me. I barely have the energy to cry, but I start to tear up as he starts pushing his massive length into me. Suddenly there is nothing in me. I realize he has pulled out. My ass struggles to deal with the change and immediately tries to close up when - POP! He roughly and quickly shoves the head back inside, eliciting a "MMMPHHH!" from me and sending spasms across my body. This time he doesn't go slowly. He just pushes. And pushes, until he has most of his cock shoved up my ass. My whole lower half is in pain and I am helpless to stop the brutal invasion. Again he pulls all the way out leaving my asshole gaping and sending shivers through my whole body. He teases my ass like this a few more times, putting in the head and stretching out my sphincter over and over. Then he says: "Time to go all the way." His cock lines up with my tortured and spasming asshole. I bite down on the gag, anticipating the coming pain. POP! The head goes in, and then I feel him start pushing, hard. I struggle against my bonds, trying desperately to get away from the huge cock that is slowly but inevitably forcing its way into my ass. Eventually he stops. My body shudders, my ass clenches and spasms, and I can't stop the sobs that bubble around the gag in my mouth. His cock now rests balls deep in my ass. I don't have the energy to scream any more. My world is entirely pain. I can't feel anything else. As he begins to slowly thrust into me, the pain changes and goes on and on in waves. As my brain struggles to deal with the overwhelming sensations, I drift off to a strange state of mind. I am hovering above myself, watching the massive cock fuck my helpless asshole. He speeds up his thrusts and is pulling out halfway now before thrusting back in hard. I feel the pain, but it almost feels like another person's asshole that is being brutalized. I am jerked rudely back into reality when my master grabs my hair, wrenching my head back, and slaps my face hard once on each side. "Don't you space out now. I want you to really feel it." He punctuates every word with a quick thrust. He removes my gag and says, "I want to hear you. Scream for me, slave!" My jaw is sore, and there is a huge build up of spit in my mouth from the gag so as he begins thrusting into me, my screams are garbled and bubbly. He seems to enjoy them though, because I feel his cock pulse after every one. The fucking seems like it will never end, his cock is sawing in and out of my tortured asshole. Every nerve in my body feels like it is on fire and I struggle against my bonds as hard as I can. But he is taking his time enjoying the sensations of my tight muscles constricting on his cock. Eventually my muscles give out and I cant fight anymore. I go limp in my bonds and I can only sob and scream after every hard thrust. My mind races for some way to end my suffering. I just want him to cum so that this can all be over. So I do the only thing I can to get him off faster, I squeeze my tortured asshole as he pulls out of me and push back as he thrusts in, speeding up his thrusts into my ass by fucking him back. He speeds up even more. His hips are slamming into my quivering asscheeks with a rhythmic slapping sound. Occasionally he spanks me as well leaving red handprints all over both cheeks. I am being pushed down hard into the ottoman as he loses all control and trusts wildly into me, pulling out almost all the way before plunging his entire length back into me. He grabs my hair and wrenches back on, it slapping me in the face over and over again while continuing to fuck me mercilessly. I am sobbing uncontrollably now. His extra hard thrusts are punctuated by my wails and screams. My body starts to struggle again. Trying everything it can to escape the brutal pounding. He pulls out all the way with a POP and in one quick movement shoves himself with all of his weight in to the root. His hands wrap around my throat and begin to squeeze. I immediately begin to get light headed. He uses his grip on my neck to pull me back even harder as he tries to get as far as he can inside of me. I feel a gushing sensation as warm cum shoots inside of me, followed by a few more short thrusts. My vision begins to go dark as he hasn't released my neck yet. He rests on top of me motionless, letting the spasms of my asshole milk the cum out of his cock. Eventually he releases my neck and pulls out, sending a shudder through me. Slowly he unties me and lifts me up. He grabs my hair and lifts my face to look at him. "Very good, slave. I am pleased with you." I am exhausted and my whole body hurts. My throat is sore from the fucking and the screaming but that is nothing compared to my lower half. My muscles are sore from the tensing and the electricity. My insides are sore from the rough battering they received. And worst of all my asshole. It is gaping open. It is red and swollen and cum is slowly dripping out. My asshole feels like it has been ripped apart. It will never be the same again after a fucking like that. My master picks me up and carries me out of the room. Everything passes in a haze, I feel warmth and I come back into reality as I am placed into a bathtub. The water is hot and soapy, I lay back and let the warmth soak my muscles, as Master slowly lathers me up and washes me all over. He picks me up from the tub and towels me off, I am laid down on a table with a soft cloth on it and I feel hands slowly massage my entire body. Oil is rubbed all over my body and very carefully ointment is applied to my sore and swollen asshole that still hasn't managed to close up all the way yet. While I am lying there in a dozy state of bliss, I suddenly feel something warm and wet brush against my clit. A small shiver goes through my body and I look down to see my Master between my thighs. He looks up at me and says. "This is your reward, slave. Do you like it?" "Yes, Master. Thank you very much." I say with a drowsy voice. Then he softly licks my clit again. He pushes back the small hood uncovering it and his lips softly latch onto my most sensitive spot. He begins sucking and lightly licking my clit with the tip of his tongue. My hands ball up and grab the sheet, I have to fight my urge to grab his head and pull it against me. He continues licking and sucking occasionally nibbling on my clit. He adds to the sensations by softly and slowly pushing one of his fingers into my now dripping pussy. The combination of the licking and the soft slow finger fucking does the job. I feel a powerful orgasm building inside of me. My breath quickens as I feel it coming. "Master... Please?" I say in a soft and pleading voice. "You may cum." "Thank you, Master" I reach the edge and it hits me. Pleasure rushes through my entire body and as it subsides I drift off into sleep. Try Before You Buy Ch. 1 Chapter 1: Ariadne (In Modern Times) Preforms For Her Master They met in the bar of the hotel. They started with a little small talk. "How's work been." "How are your plans for expansion going?" Then he took her hand and said, "But have you been bad?" "Well, I..." She stuttered uncharacteristically. Without another word he took her hand and led her to the elevator. They caught a car by themselves, and while in the elevator, he grasped her by the arms and pulled her to him. He kissed her firmly on the mouth, but before she could respond, he set her away, leaving her breathless. They got to the room and she stood by the door as he took off his coat and sat in the only chair in the room. "Are we going to dinner soon, Lord?" Ari asked. Her voice was almost a whisper as she saw him reach for something in the drawer next to the chair. "First I think we should get you ready," he said. Ari looked down at what she was wearing. A short black skirt and a robin egg blue sweater, that buttoned up the front. She rubbed her thighs together and felt the top of her black hose and the lack of panties. "But I wore your favorite...things." "But I want you to wear a blush to dinner. Come over here." She walked slowly over to him. By the time she was at his knees her breaths were coming in short gasps. "Now lay down over my legs." She obeyed and lay down. He pulled up her skirt and rubbed his hands over her ample white bottom. She was immediately wet and started to rub against his leg. This earned her a quick slap. "Be still, my sweet. This is for me, not for you." When the first strike from the leather paddle came, she jerked. Then as strike after strike hit one cheek and then the other, she moaned and could not help but rub against his thigh. He allowed that, as he was busy at his work and his own hard-on. He painted her ass a bright red and by the time he was finished, she had tears in her eyes, but her clit was swollen and she wanted to feel him in her. He rolled her over and kissed her tears away. He kept her hands at her sides and wouldn't let her touch him as she desperately wanted. "Dinner?". She merely nodded her head. As she walked to dinner, her skirt rubbed against her rear and it felt alive with sensation. She had trouble sitting still and keeping her hand off him. In his usual manner, he captivated her with his voice but avoided touching during dinner. Her cunt continued to throb and occasionally her breathing would hitch, as she would think of their earlier session. After a scotch before dinner and half a bottle of wine, she was light headed from the alcohol and the lack of oxygen. In the taxi on the way from the restaurant to the hotel, she slid into the seat, thinking that he would continue to make her suffer. Her cheeks were still sensitive and just sliding across the back seat of the taxi made her moan. As soon as the taxi got under way, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her back against the seat. He leaned over her and kissed her deeply. With his free hand he went up her skirt and thrust directly into her wet pussy. She groaned loudly even through his kiss. Then he pulled his head back but kept his hand where it was. He moved his fingers in and out to get her juices spread over her clit and make her crazy. Then he brought his hand out and gently rubbed her knob. He had learned that she was very sensitive, too hard a pressure and she would be frustrated with desire but wouldn't cum. He lightly circled her and kept it wet. As she writhed in the seat, she noticed that he was moving her over in the seat - to be in full view of the rearview mirror! The intense heat that was building in her went up a notch as she realized he was putting on a show of his authority; showing the driver the power he had over her. She closed her eyes for a moment, and tried to get some oxygen. She relaxed her upper body and then opened her eyes. She caught the eyes of the driver, who was flitting his gaze between her and the road. She kept her eyes on the mirror and hoped they wouldn't wind up as a traffic statistic. The Lord whispered in her ear, knowing it would send her over the edge. "He can see you, you know it don't you. He's watching you cum. He's watching you pant like the animal you are. Cum for him, cum for me. Cum and show me what a grateful slave you are. Oh yes, baby, you can do it." He purred like a lion and kept talking in her ear. That was all it took, his gentle persistant touch and his voice and she arched her back and groaned and came so hard she nearly blacked out. He put his fingers in her as she did and felt her cunt spasm against them. As the arch and spasm subsided, she curled against his side like a small child. He kissed her forehead and they finished the ride to the hotel with her in his arms. He allowed her to kiss him on the elevator ride up to the room. She was all over him. She wanted him against her, in her. He returned the passion and the pressure. But as soon as the doors opened. He stopped and led her down the hall to the room. He opened and closed the door and Ari started to undress him. She wanted to have him inside her. She wanted him pounding between her legs. He let her take off his shirt and then he put his hands on her shoulder and pushed her down. She knew what he wanted. But she wanted something else. And she wanted to press the issue. How could she lose? If he agreed, she got the pounding she desired. If he did mind, she might get punished and he could be very creative and persuasive in his punishments. "No. I want you inside me." "No?" she heard him say very softly. His hands moved quickly from her shoulders to her upper arms and he turned her quickly to face the mirror with him behind her. He massaged her breasts roughly thru the sweater and then pinched the nipples. He slowly unbuttoned her sweater with one hand as the other rubbed her stomach and waist and occasionally tweaked a nipple. Soon she was facing the mirror with her taunt breasts looking back at her and her master whispering in her ear. "You know you belong to me." He massaged both breasts firmly and kissed her neck. She sighed and push back against his erection. "You know you'll do whatever I ask...". He moved his hands down to the bottom of skirt. In one deft movement he ripped the skirt up the front, leaving her with nothing but her stockings and garters on. "...and like it." She tried to turn to kiss him, to kneel and do his bidding, but he had a point to make. "And you like what I can do to you, what I can make you do." He stayed behind her and had one hand on her clit and one on her breast. He kissed the back of her neck. Her knees were quite weak. "I have what you want and you don't get it unless I give it to you." With that he pulled her hands behind her and handcuffed them with cuffs that seemed to appear out of no where. Ari thought that this was just what she wanted. Now he would bend her over and come into her from behind and she would be in heaven. But he didn't approach her. He didn't remove his pants. He pushed her forward to the hotel bureau which he had cover with a satin cloth (conveniently with no TV and just below waist high). He grasped her neck and leaned her over the bureau. His movements were all very determined and he seemed set on a path. For a moment she regretted her hasty "no". With slightly more pressure he pushed her forward onto the hard surface and further forward, so her feet left he ground. He lifted her ankles, bound them together and slid Ari forward, so she lay on the bureau, on her stomach, quite captive. She was now lying on the bureau and trusssed up like some buffet dish. Her head a few inches from one end of the buffet, her feet near the other end. He then placed a blind fold on her. She had never been so effectively and completely unable to move. All she could do is roll, and if she did, she would drop the 3 feet or so, painfully to the floor. The blind fold made it difficult to judge where she was on the top of the chest, so she thought it best to be still or loose her balance and fall off unintentionally. She could hear the Lord fixing himself a drink. As he passed by her, he ran his hand from her ankles, up her entire leg and torso to her neck. He lingered there and finally bent to kiss her neck. She thought she heard him sit in the easy chair. Even with the satin under her, the wood surface was cold and uncomfortable. She try to lay still, but she shuttered occasionally. Then she heard him rise and move toward her. Even still, the first slap of the paddle shocked her and she arched up and almost rolled off the table. "Just a little to warm you up." He worked her buns and thighs roughly caressing with his hands and striking with the leather. When her groans turned to sighs and she started to sweat he stopped. She groaned, wanting him to continue but said nothing. His hands grasped her arms and slide her to the edge of the table. As she moved toward him she could smell him and her cunt gave a tight spasm of anticipation. He continued to slide her forward until his cock was pressing against her lips. She opened to him and he pulled her onto him. From his position she had almost no control. All she could concentrate on was holding her head up and staying on the bureau. The satin below her made for an effective "slide" and he needed little effort to slide her back and forward as he desired. Blindfolded, with no control over her movements, Ari felt a new sensation of being used so very completely. For the first few strokes she fought against it, but then her training from the Chateau took effect and she gave into the sensations. Suddenly her mind was free to do nothing but feel the skin against her lips and the smell the male musk against her face. Behind the blindfold, she had images of him standing in front of her, of his cock and of the taxi ride home. Her cunt clinched almost painfully as she gave into it. As his voice started and then continue to give her direction, she felt her cream between her legs. And as his voice started to grow huskier and hitch, her cunt spasmed in a long slow orgasm, that left her unable to think. He took his time and gave her directions, "Slow, now suck, carefully. Just the tip. Now, all the way in, Ah..." And then he was lost in his own climax. He pulled his cock out, leaving just the tip at her lips. She opened wide as she knew she should. And flicked at his glorious head with her tongue. Her cunt started to clinch in anticipation. With nothing but his voice in her ears and the thought of his cum hitting the roof of her mouth, she was ready to climax again. When he did arch and cum into her mouth, she gasp at the intensity of the orgasm that hit her and as he pulled her onto his cock to finish the treat, the shots of electricity were still rolling thru her body. He pulled out of her mouth and rolled her over. She was out of breath and curled up into a ball to ease the tension of the orgasm she had just experienced. He eased some of her tension by kissing her neck and massaging her breasts. She shuddered with pleasure at his touch and wanted to feel his dick inside her so that she nearly told him. But she remained still. He helped her sit and released her feet. He directed her now to the restraints on the bed. She struggled slightly as he moved her hands to the straps on the bed, but only to try and get her hands on his cock. He secured her hands and feet, covered her and then just left her there. She shivered for a moments against the clean cold sheets and then as the electricity in her body subsided, she started to fall asleep. As she nodded off, her hips were pumping slightly as she thought of his cock pounding into her. She wanted to feel his kiss; to feel his body against her. She dreamed of his warm lips and his huge cock slowly moving in and out of her. She would no doubt wake up wet and ready for whatever he had in store. She was after all, Ari, his eternal slave. Try Before You Buy Ch. 2 Ari woke up to the feel of hands at her wrists. She shivered, as the sheet she had been covered with was not quite enough cover to keep her warm. But as she remembered her evening so far, she was warmed to her core. She remembered her Lord's sweet meat in her mouth and all her longing rushed back in an instant. Hands? She was still blind folded, but she suddenly realized that there were two sets of hands, a set on each wrist. Two people! How long had she been asleep? Where was her Lord? The hands at her wrists had paused. Perhaps they knew she was going to ask "what the hell was going on?" She had been taught well, but was still inexperienced in the actual "practice." Forgetting her training, she opened her mouth to speak. First there was the slap. Open handed and hard enough to jerk her head to the side. "Who is your master?" "You are, Lord." "Do you question my bidding?" "Never, Lord." "Open your mouth." A gag was placed in her mouth as soon as she got it open. "Only I know what you crave. Only my desires matter to you. Stand before me." Hands, she didn't know how many helped her stand. She stood naked, blindfolded and gagged, her hands behind her back and feet shoulder width apart. "You will nod your head in answer. Are you mine?" She nodded. The chill of the room was starting to seep into her. "Will you please me tonight?" She nodded again. As she did, she heard men (and women?) snicker quietly. It was a bone chilling sound. She shivered. "I am your master. I am master here tonight. Whatever happens will be by my command" There was a respectful "grunt" of approval from the invisible guests in the room. As if the CEO was asking the board for their consensus. "Will you please me tonight?" She nodded respectfully as she could. But fear was building inside of her. She wanted to please him, but could she trust her body? What if she didn't respond correctly? What if he wasn't pleased? As if to answer her, her master said in a calm and even voice, "You will please me or you will never see me again." Her head jerked as if she had been slapped. A wave of panic passed through her. She couldn't loose him, she couldn't loose the only thing that had made her feel whole. She quickly composed herself, at least on the outside. The people around her started to move about. She could barely hear quiet conversation and drinks being poured. She straightened her shoulders and started to breath again. Breathing was the key. Relax the body. Relax the mind. It was all about being here in the moment. No past thoughts, no future wants could interfere. They only made you hesitate. They made you tense. They made you betray yourself and warranted the only punishment you couldn't bare – abandonment. While the Master trained her, she had only been abandoned once. Alone, untethered in her own room, she was left alone for 3 days. She knew the rules. No pleasure, no touching. Not even with herself. After three days, on the verge of madness, she was reprieved. In the dark of night, when she was asleep in her bed, an angel came to her. She was awakened by a warm, supple body crawling into bed with her. As the gift nestled against her naked body she instinctively turn toward her. Their breasts rubbed against one another…. The music brought her back to the present. It was her music. The Master had trained her to work to specific stimuli. Sounds, smells, commands. This rock music was one of those stimuli. There was a 2-hour CD that she and he had selected – full of hard, driving, yet soulful music. It started fast with songs like Def Leppard's "Cover me with Sugar." Then it would segway into blues. Just the sound of the first few words could get her wet. But tonight, it only brought her back from her reverie in the past. Back to what her new Lord had in store for her. She concentrated on remembering the room. It was a large hotel suite. Probably the largest in this remote country Inn. Two rooms, a bedroom and living area. She could see the furniture of the living room in her mind and remembered a fireplace. Earlier that night, the Lord had laid her on a bureau that was just lower waist high. On her stomach, with her head held up, she was just at the right height for his erect cock to target her mouth. The bureau was actually in two pieces, each two feet in length. And not very wide. She had to be careful not to fall off. There was a wet bar, separated from the rest of the living room by a wrought iron railing. The railing was topped by a 6" board, slightly rounded and stained to match the other wood in the room. Above it hung a large fern from wrought iron hook in the ceiling. She brought herself back to the present and took in the sounds and smells in the room. There were at least 8 people in the room. She thought she heard at least one women's voice. She could hear clothes as they moved. She heard glasses tinkling. The smell of sulfur meant candles or maybe cigarettes were being lit. She remembers seeing several candle adorning the room when they had arrived. A whoosh indicated the tender in the small fireplace was being started. She felt the warmth and realized she was standing very close the to the fireplace. Very close. Soon her legs and back side were very warm. It was hard to hear over the music, but she did hear as apparently another person entered the room. After she heard respectful greetings, as if she/he was someone of importance. She heard her say, "So this is what you brought me here for." And soon this new person was so close she could smell her spicy perfume. "Yes, Mistress Ann. I know you will see I made a good choice." Her Lord spoke with respect to this strange women. "Well, if she is so good, she should be able to be handled without that vile gag." Without another word, hands removed the gag and she flexed just slightly to ease the soreness in her jaw. She closed she mouth, and stood as she had been taught – straight back, stomach in, feet shoulder width apart and flat on the ground, head bent slightly, hands behind her back, clasp just at her waist. She wanted desperately to make her Lord proud and she knew somehow this woman was vital to that approval. "The blind fold…," the Lord started to say. "I approve. Even the most adept new slave is not always skilled in concentration. The blind fold helps with focus. Focus, relaxation and submission – in that order – are key." The Mistress said all this in a tone as if she was instructing a class. A purpose to this madness formed in Ari's mind. This is a demonstration of some kind. They have all come to learn what the Mistress and her Lord knows. A touch of fear entered her mind. Are they here for a test drive? She wondered. Her backside was now very hot and she had to work at it not to squirm from the heat. "Focus, " the Mistress said, "is easy in harsh situations." With that she put a hand on Ari's stomach and backed her in the direction of the fireplace. Now the heat on her back, buttocks and legs was intense. She concentrated on her breathing and relaxed. She hoped the Mistress would keep speaking so she would have something to concentrate on. It came so quickly, Ari's knees nearly buckled. She thanked her Master, for the training was the only thing that kept her up. With no warning someone took something very cold and very smooth and held it to her very hot buttocks. She swears she heard it sizzle. There was searing pain on both cheeks and she heard more than one person in the room sucked in their breath. She had sucked in so hard, she had trouble getting her breath back. Shear will kept her still. And then the cold was gone and small soft hands were moving her away from the fireplace. These were women's hands, but not the Mistress's. A soft voice, Ari thought she recognized, whispered in her ear, "Drink deeply." The voice of an angel. Her angel. The core of her being became as warm as the fire as she remembered her night with the angel. A glass was put to her lips and she took two swallows of a smooth brandy. Now the soft warm feeling eased into the rest of her body and the pain from a moment ago was forgotten. Focus on the present, she thought. "Focus in less than harsh situations can be achieved through proper training. It is the first skill and most easily demonstrated. Mr. H, come forward." A man chuckled, probably Mr. H's companion. Angel fed Ari another sip of brandy and then moved her again. She had her sit on a small padded stool, so Ari's head was about crotch height and she rested her lower legs on the ground. A position she had spent many an hour at. Then she felt no one near me. When the Mistress spoke, she was a few feet away and walking the room, lecturing to this room of would-be Lords. "Angel," was all the Mistress had to say and Angel sat behind Ari with her legs through Ari's. She was naked, as Ari knew she would be and move up behind her until her breasts were against her back. Ari hoped the wet spot forming on the cushion would not betray her rising passion. "Mr. H, Ari would like more brandy. Wouldn't you Ari." She knew this game. Ari nodded slowly and parted her lips. She started immediately to focus on her mouth. Even before the brandy dipped fingers were in her mouth, her mouth became her world. As the fingers slid hesitantly into her mouth, Ari felt Angel's hands slowly move up her sides to her breasts. Again, she thanked the Master for her training. She knew that if the Mistress or the owner of the hand noticed any waning of Ari's focus on the hand in her mouth, there would be trouble. But she was good as this game. She always won. She let the fingers slide into her mouth at first with no response. He had dipped his index and middle finger into the brandy and was sliding them into her mouth. As they reached about half way, she applied suction and pulled at the two fingers. As they slid across her still soft tongue, she could sense his tension and felt his shudder. "What a novice," Ari thought. "Not at all in control like my Lord. I will win and the Lord will reward me," she thought confidently. She knew Mr. H. was watching Angel's skilled hands work Ari's body. Ari knew that Mr. H could not keep the image of his cock, instead of his fingers, being in her mouth. She started to ungulate her tongue while applying steady pressure to the fingers. He pulled back and almost could not release them from her mouth. Captivated by this scene he was a part of, Mr. H absently put his fingers back in the brandy and moved them back toward Ari's mouth. Ari could tell when they were near again and raised her chin, so her tongue meant the palm of his hand. She licked the brandy as it dripped down his hand. The tip of her tongue ran across his hand, just over the pulse point in the wrist and then back up toward his fingers. As she reached the middle of his palm again, she flattened her tongue and as the warm wet tongue slid up his hand she heard him groan. She now took just the perfectly manicured index finger into her mouth. As she applied steady pressure and rolled her tongue, his breath hitched. Someone in the room chuckled softly. "Stop," the Mistress said softly. Angel's hands dropped to her sides. Ari's mouth opened. Mr. H was weak in the knees and had a bulge in his pants. Ari's heard a man say, "Fine master you'll make, you nearly embarrassed yourself right there in your pants." He then laughed nervously but stopped suddenly. Ari could imagine he stopped with one look from the Mistress. "Focus. Ari's entire focus was on her mouth and giving pleasure through it. A proper slave gives the master pleasure above all else. She must therefore learn to focus on his pleasure and not hers. She can however, be of great value when she focuses on her own pleasure." Ari had been listening, of course, but also reveling in her apparent win in the focus game. When she heard "her own pleasure" she came to attention. She felt Angel behind her do the same. Angel's back straightened and by the time the Mistress continued her lecture, Ari could feel Angel's nipples, rigid with passion, behind her. "Ari and Angel pleasure yourselves and come quickly or feel the lash. Guests you may look and talk to them. Say anything you like. Do not touch." Ari smiled inside. Another familiar game. She had helped the Master, as the subject like Ari and Angel were now and as a plant in the "Guests" to help them get into the spirit. The people in the room started to talk and move around the room. Someone placed a man on either side of Ari. Ari had to lean back to be within easy reach of Angel, she braced herself by grabbing the belt at the buckle of the men on either side of her. The guests watched with fascination as Angel expertly took one both hand and gave pleasure to Ari. The rest of the guests moved here and there to get a better view. But no one approached the pair. Ari obediently stopped noticing anything except Angel's hands. She was slightly distracted when the first voice in her ear was her Lord. "Your father would love to know what a slut you are." She knew then that her Lord was wanting her to do well tonight. He knew that his bold taunt would have no effect on her. One of the guests gasp at this rude statement. The Mistress explained, "You may all try and distract the slaves, break their focus. Remember, no touching allowed.." The guests got into it now. Ari thought, in the logical part of her mind that remained, that the drinks that she had heard being consumed were probably helping break down some inhibitions. She and Ari were above that. They needed no such artificial means to be in control of their bodies. "Wanton Sluts." "Everyone can see your tits." "I think I'll just jack off into your mouth." "You want to eat me when your done." "Teacher wants you to be a very bad girl." "I'll fill every hole you have." Ari laughed to herself. These people had so much to learn. This would be a very fast "lesson." Like the raunchey announcer at bad strip show, the guests circles and tried to come up with crude taunts. But what the two slaves did hear only added to their pleasure. Angel had her face against Ari's back, kissing, nibbling and sucking. She had one hand on Ari's twat and the hand that had been dealing precious torture to Ari's nipples was now on her own love box. Ari's head was back, her breath coming slow and hard. Her nipples pointed to the ceiling and her grip on the men's belts was tight, they had to hold their pants up for fear she would pull them both down. Angel moved her mouth to Ari's ear. She breathed softly and suckled her ear. Ari remembered their evening together and her climax started to build. She could feel the current run from her knees up to her pelvis and from her chest down. It left her legs totally useless. As if charging for a release the center of her universe drained energy from all it touched. Then Angel whispered "Cum, my precious Ariadne" with warm breath into her ear so only she could hear her use her full slave name. Ari exploded, all that stored energy shot out. She arched up, straining as if pulled by an unearthly force. She nearly pulled the two men atop her. (Ari didn't know it, but as she reached her climax, the Mistress and her Lord, quietly place themselves within reach of the two men's belt. They had to grab then as Ari pulled - to stop them from being toppled, but did it so no one hardly noticed. They knew Ari's strength.) Angel came almost at the same time and fell back onto the ground. Ari released her captives and someone caught her and helped her to her knees. Ari had the composure and training to immediate take her position, head bowed, knees shoulder width apart, hands folded behind her back. She knew Angel was in the same posture beside her. She reveled in her victory, but secretly hoped her master would take her now, here, audience of no. She needed his cock inside her. "Focus, relaxation and submission. Do you understand focus now?" The mistress asked, not waiting for an answer. Then she started directing the guests. Everyone always did what the Mistress said. "Mr. A and Mr. C you might want to straighten your trousers. Ms. K, if you care, you may select a male to satisfy you. Mr. B (Ari's Lord) will help you select your preference [dom or sub]. Mr. M, you look particuliarly uncomfortable. Angel attend to Mr. M." Ari knew that Angel would now get to feel the hot flesh that she so desired. Ari, however, would have to wait. She heard some mumbling from the other guests. "We will see the value of relaxation and submission next. Be quick about your 'relief' efforts. I would like to finish before sun-up." Relaxation and Submission will be cumming soon.