The Slaves of New York Page 16

  'Look at me,' Jake said, his tone hypnotic.

  She'd had her eyes closed, trying to pretend he wasn't there. His steady gaze met hers as she opened her eyes and looked up. He was watching her intently, his thoughts unfathomable. She felt herself blush.

  Trying not to think about what she was doing, she eased her bottom right to the edge of the seat and angled her sex upward. She pushed the tip of the dildo into her vagina and felt the inner lips suck on it eagerly. Her clitoris throbbed against her finger, both sensations joining together to produce another jolt of pleasure. It was so strong it made her moan. She looked at Jake's cock, the glans emerging from the circle of his fingers. How she wished he would let her suck on it again.

  Slowly she pushed the dildo into her sex, feeling the soft velvety flesh of her vagina parting to admit it. However much she disliked the idea of doing this in front of him, her body seemed to have no such inhibitions, and the tight passage was slicked with her juices. She found that the sting of pain from her nipples was beginning to generate the same sort of pleasure as when she had been whipped. By pulling her head back she discovered she could tug her breasts even higher, putting extra pressure on her nipples and making them pulse. The pain was instantly transformed into ecstasy.

  Subtly she began a little routine, forcing the dildo deep into her body while her finger frotted against her clitoris. Her excitement was mounting. She concentrated on his cock, his hand gently moving up and down its length. A little tear of fluid had formed on his urethra, which was immediately wiped over the rest of his glans by his gripping fingers.

  It came as quite a surprise to her to realise she was coming. She hadn't wanted to do this at all, but despite herself she began to find the idea more and more arousing. She tried to spread her thighs a little further apart, so Jake's eyes could feast on her sex. She'd seen how Vanda's cunt had pursed around the Senator's cock and imagined her own doing the same around the dildo. There was a shock of delight every time the dildo reached the neck of her womb, and another as she pulled it out again, as though it were catching on some internal contour of her vagina. These two peaks combined with pulsing sensations from her clit and the particular melange of pain and pleasure her nipples were producing, wave after wave of bliss washing over her.

  'Tell me when you're coming,' Jake said.

  'I think... I think...'

  She was sawing the dildo in and out, the double impact generating all sorts of wonderful feelings. The fact that she had been so horrified by the idea of doing this was turned on its head, the element of breaking her own taboo giving the whole experience extra spice. She flicked her clitoris from side to side with no subtlety at all, the little button of nerves exploding with joy. All these sensations made her want to close her eyes and wallow in the orgasm that was approaching as rapidly as an express train, but she fought the impulse, wanting to savour her master's body. He was obviously equally aroused, his fist urgently working his cock.

  'Tell me,' he said, getting to his feet. He took three strides towards her and stood with his throbbing erection only inches from her rosy face.

  Kim jerked her head back sharply so the chain tugged hard on the nipple clamps. It was the final impetus she needed.

  'I coming...' she hissed as her body erupted. The orgasm felt like a huge breaker rolling into the shore, rising higher and higher until finally it could resist the force of gravity no longer and crashed down on the sand and shingle, picking it up and dragging it down the beach. But as her eyes were screwed shut by the force of it, she felt a hot viscous liquid spatter over her naked body, hitting her cheeks, her chin, and her breasts.

  It was a long time before their heavy breathing slowed, or either of them moved.

  Time passed slowly. The next day Marsha had not brought any breakfast, as had been the routine so far. Perhaps she had orders to allow Kim to sleep in after such a late night. But at lunchtime the major-domo had collected her from the cell and she'd eaten in the kitchen upstairs, with four of the other female slaves. All, like her, were naked apart from crotchless denim shorts, and all had their ankles manacled. Whether this was intended as a symbolic gesture to emphasise their thraldom, or a genuine deterrent to escape, it was effective for both purposes; the short chain between their legs making walking difficult, the tight ankle cuffs impossible to remove without a key.

  In the afternoon they were all set to work in the house, cleaning and dusting and doing other chores, most of which were totally unnecessary, the house no doubt cleaned and dusted by a professional staff. At five, according to the hall clock, they were all returned to their cells.

  After showering and washing her hair Kim once again found herself sitting on the thin mattress with nothing to do but count the pine panels and think. There was no doubt in her mind that she now had a sensational story. She was sure from his ease and familiarity with everyone else at the party that Senator Beddoes and his wife were regular visitors, and clearly delighted in what was available there. Just linking his name with Jake Ashley would be enough to scandalise much of America, and with the added bonus of the gorgeous Nina Berry, editors would be clamouring for the story.

  Of course Beddoes and Nina Berry might not be the only celebrities in Ashley's little circle. In fact, Kim was sure they were not. But as far as her story was concerned it didn't matter who else was involved. She had enough for a sensational scoop and if she was being absolutely professional she should now be looking for a way to escape back to the real world. This was definitely her chance to establish her name and reputation.

  Unfortunately the idea of leaving the house was not appealing, especially after last night. Jake may not have touched her, but she had been alone with him and he had given her the benefit of his sole and undivided attention. He had even expressed regret that she had been chosen to be 'the main event' at the party.

  The extraordinary thing about him was that not only had he been able to convince her in his books that a woman could want, even need, to be completely submissive - a penchant she would once have dismissed as a male fantasy - but that in person he had exactly that effect on her. He demanded obedience; there was simply no other way to respond to him. She wanted and needed him to treat her like a slave, to excise her free will, to take away even the simplest of choices, like what she wore or when she ate, and replace it with his own ideas of what was appropriate for her. And that is exactly what he had done. What is more, and for reasons she did not understand, it was terribly exciting. Even sitting alone in her cell with nothing to wear and nothing to do aroused her, because she knew that was what he wanted for her, and that he had ordered it.

  What she had discovered about her sexuality since arriving in New York had certainly come as a shock to her. But having made the discovery she was reluctant to abandon the chance to explore it further. If she ran away from the house now she would undoubtedly never see Jake Ashley again, and that thought appalled her. And, if she were honest with herself, it wasn't only Jake himself. What had happened with Candy and at the club, let alone the proceedings at the auction, were experiences she could never forget. Her sexual world had been turned on its head. The thought of going back to London, of giving up this arcane world she had stumbled into, was deeply depressing. She wasn't ready for that yet.

  She would give herself another couple of days, she decided firmly, then she would have to let professional considerations come to the fore and make a break for freedom. She had always wanted a career, and this was definitely the best chance she'd had to develop it dramatically. Not that escape would be easy. She had no idea where she was. She'd fallen asleep in the car and could only guess how long the drive from Long Island had taken. It might be miles to the nearest public transport, and she had no money. She also had no clothes, and the only time she'd not been manacled outside her cell was when Marsha was in close attendance. And she certainly did not fancy her chances of overpowering her. But as much as she wanted to escape the idea that she might not succeed for several days, far from fill
ing her with dread, gave her a secret delight.

  Kim had no idea what time it was when she heard the key being turned in the lock.

  'You're required,' Marsha said briskly, and dropped the ubiquitous nylon holdall on the bed. 'Have you showered?'

  'Yes, Ms Marsha.'

  'Good. Stand up.'

  She pulled a heavy leather harness from the bag and shook it out. She began by buckling a tight and wide belt around Kim's waist. Attached to this were two wide straps that fitted over her shoulders and down her back. At the front the straps were split in the middle so they could be forced around her breasts, pinching them and making them stick out awkwardly. Two much thinner straps hung down from the waist. They followed the line of her pelvis where, on either side of her mons, they looped around a slightly curved oval-shaped ring of bright tubular metal that was obviously designed to fit around the labia.

  As Kim followed the next curt order and spread her legs, Marsha pulled the metal oval between them. At the back it was attached to a single narrow strap which the major-domo pulled up between her buttocks and buckled to the waist belt, securing it so tightly that the metal pressed forcefully into the malleable flesh between her thighs. This had the effect of squeezing her labia out through the centre of the oval ring, rather in the way her breasts were squeezed out between the split in the straps. Both were equally uncomfortable.

  As Kim continued to obey and sat down Marsha gathered her long black hair into a ponytail, securing it with a little leather loop, to which a D-ring was attached.

  The aggressive woman then produced a pair of sheer champagne coloured hold ups with wide, opaque welts. Quickly Kim rolled the stockings up over her long legs, smoothing them into place and making sure there were no wrinkles.

  Marsha pulled a pair of white shoes from the bag, with the usual high heels. She dropped them on the floor at Kim's feet and signalled that she should stand and put them on. Then she took out a pair of padded leather cuffs. She turned Kim away and wrapped one of the cuffs around her left arm just above the elbow. Cinching her arms together the other cuff was wound around her right arm. As the link between the two cuffs was short they forced Kim's shoulders back and her chest forward. But Marsha had not finished. She took a double snap-lock from the bag, clipped one end to the central link of the cuffs and the other to the D-ring on the ponytail, effectively pulling Kim's trussed arms upward and her head back, making it impossible for her to look down.

  'Comfortable?' Marsha sneered. 'You got off lightly last night,' she went on without awaiting an answer. 'Usually it's the slave who gets the whipping. Perhaps you won't be so lucky tonight. Come on.'

  Rather unsteadily, with her head held high so she could hardly see where she was putting her feet, and the usual precipitously high heels making her take diminutive steps, Kim followed Marsha out of the cell and down the corridor. One of the cell doors was open and Kim managed to glance inside. A rather chubby woman was on the bed on all fours, her grey dress hiked up around her waist, her tights pulled down so that they banded her thighs. Kneeling behind her Adam was pounding his cock into her ample buttocks, his own bottom crisscrossed with what looked like freshly acquired scarlet stripes, his fingers buried in her hips, pulling her back as he drove forward.

  'Come on,' Marsha said impatiently.

  The tableau in the cell gave Kim a jolt of arousal to add to the growing excitement she was already feeling. Her body had responded to her bondage with its usual ardour. She remembered in The Disciple that Dolores had found the tighter she was bound the more excited she became, and certainly his appeared to be exactly true of her. The unyielding and bizarre leather harness, the fact that her clit was being crushed so tightly between the forcibly pursed lips of her sex, and her breasts were sore from the leather biting into the tender flesh, made her sex throb and her nipples tingle. For whatever reason the more tightly she was bound the more her body generated unmistakably sexual feelings.

  They went up to the ground floor and along to the corridor at the back of the house. Kim could see the swimming pool lit by its own underwater lights, the water appearing a deep and azure blue. Tonight, however, the patio and the pool were deserted.

  Marsha piloted her along to a door that led to a long annex that had been built onto the back of the house. There was a short corridor with four black doors off it. Marsha opened the second door along.

  'In there,' she said.

  As Kim walked inside the door closed behind her. She recognised the room immediately. In The Slaves of New York books it was called the punishment room and there were four of them, corresponding, she was sure, to the four doors in the annex. Each room, if they followed the pattern of the books, was different. This one had plain white walls, a polished wooden floor and no window. Hanging from a thick wooden beam that traversed the ceiling were several hooks and rings and a pulley system. On one of the walls was a complicated metal cross, each arm equipped with padded leather straps. Kim knew from the books that the cross could be elongated, pulling its victims limbs further apart.

  In one corner was a tall metal cupboard. Though its doors were firmly closed Kim knew it contained an array of instruments of chastisement, rubber and leather garments - like specially designed spanking pants that lifted and separated the buttocks make them easier to beat - and all sorts of other things, from rope to leather harnesses, from nipple clips to every possible size of dildo and vibrator.

  The other feature of the room that had been faithfully reproduced in the books was that one of its walls was completely covered from floor to ceiling with a mirror. Kim tried to lower her head to examine her reflection. She pulled her arms up as much as possible and tugged painfully on her hair, bringing tears to her eyes. She saw the leather straps of the harness had squeezed her breasts so firmly they had become a dark red, and her nipples looked bloated. She eased her head back again, slightly relieving the pressure on her arms but increasing the cramp in her neck muscles.

  'Are you waiting for me?'

  A man had silently entered the room. Because of the position of her head she could not see much of his body, but his face was tanned.

  Kim remembered she had to kneel. Without the use of her arms it was a difficult manoeuvre, but she managed it.

  The man moved closer. Now she could see him properly. He was naked and his body was lean, completely free of hair except for a thick bush at his groin. His cock was flaccid and uncircumcised.

  'My name is Cantrell,' he said. 'You must call me, sir. Do you understand?'

  'Yes, sir,' Kim said at once. She was disappointed that she hadn't been taken to see Jake. After last night she thought they had established a special bond. But she guessed he had sent this man, which was the next best thing. She was sure he was thinking of her, and that's what really mattered. Besides, the idea that this complete stranger was able to do anything he liked to her was so depraved, so far from what had once passed as normal sex, that it excited her as much as everything else had. It appeared that her libido now recognised no limits.

  'He said you were rather special.' The man interrupted her thoughts, reaching out to stroke her hair, pulled tight by the bondage. He ran a finger around her moist lips, then slipped it between them and into her mouth.

  'Suck it,' he ordered quietly. She obeyed. He slipped two fingers in, then three.

  'Very good... now my cock.'

  With her head pulled slightly back he had to angle his hips a little over her face, but she managed to purse her lips around the bulbous tip and suck it into her mouth. She immediately felt his semi-erect cock beginning to unfurl as he fed more of it into her moist warmth. When fully erect he pulled away to admire her handiwork.

  'You're very good,' he whispered, then went to the cupboard, his glistening penis bobbing as he moved. He took a little leather harness from one of the drawers, turned so she could watch him, and wrapped it around his cock, one strap around the base of his shaft and another two twisting around his balls. With the harness in place the veins o
n the turgid stalk stood out prominently.

  'So, what are we going to do with you?' His tone was flat, disclosing no emotion.

  Cantrell reached up to one of the pulleys. Attached to a thick nylon rope threaded over the pulley were two short metal bars, one above the other and about two feet apart. Both had sturdy snap-hooks at either end. He pulled on the rope until the bottom bar was at about ankle height.

  'Crawl over here,' he ordered.

  Kim moved forward awkwardly on her knees.

  'Now lie flat on your front.'

  With her arms tied behind her back the only way Kim could obey this order was to slide down onto her side and then roll onto her stomach. The position was extremely uncomfortable; her head still forced back and the extremely uncomfortable pull on her arms.

  'I think we're going to have to lose this,' the man said, squatting down to unclip the snap-hook from her ponytail. As Kim's head was allowed to ease down she rested her chin on the floor, and the relief in her neck muscles was enormous. She lay still, feeling Cantrell clipping the snap-hook on the lower of the two bars into two D-rings on the back of the thick leather belt around her waist, the bar resting on her spine.

  He straightened up and went back to the cupboard. He opened another drawer and took out two metal cuffs attached to short steel chains, and a length of rope. Again he squatted beside Kim, snapping her ankles into the metal cuffs then bending them back and clipping the chains on each cuff to the snap-hooks on either end of the higher metal bar, making sure her legs were completely doubled back, her feet poised above her thighs. Then he wound the rope around the central link of the cuffs that held her elbows together and pulled this back, tying it to the centre of the higher metal bar. Kim's body was now bent like a bow.

  'A nice neat package,' he said, slapping her thigh.

  He rose again and went to the door. Kim could see there was a series of round switches set into the wall. He turned one and the dull hum of an electric motor filled the air. The nylon rope creaked and tightened and Kim felt herself being pulled up, the note of the electric motor changing as it took up the weight. Her wrists, ankles and waist took the strain as she was pulled clear of the floor and started to sway a little. It was an extraordinary feeling, like she was floating but at the same time totally restricted.