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  Cantrell stopped the motor when she hung about three feet above the floor. The leather harness creaked. Kim was trembling, the feeling that impossibly tight constriction was causing making her clitoris throb against her grotesquely pinched labia.

  After a few moments he stilled her gentle movement, putting both hands on her shoulders and moving so that her head butted against his stomach. 'Suck me again,' he said.

  Kim wearily raised her head and he fed his cock into her mouth. He was still rock hard. She sucked him into her throat.

  'Has she been behaving herself?'

  Kim strained her eyes to see who had entered the room. She felt a jolt of excitement when she saw Jake Ashley. He, like Cantrell, was naked. His penis was erect and glistening.

  'Oh yes,' Cantrell grunted huskily, as he concentrated on the mouth working so beautifully around his erection. He angled his hips slightly to bury himself deeper. 'She's very good.'

  'I thought you'd like her.' The host looked pleased.

  Cantrell pulled away, and Jake instantly took his place. He grabbed Kim's ponytail and pulled her face up again, pushing his cock between her lips. Kim tasted the unmistakable tang of another woman's sex. Jake had no doubt been next door with one of the slaves.

  Through an inexplicable feeling of jealousy she felt her knees being spread apart, and Cantrell positioning himself between them. As he pushed forward he gripped her hips and nosed his cock between her labia. 'Nice little pussy,' he croaked.

  'I'm surprised you didn't whip her,' Jake said conversationally. 'You love being whipped, don't you Kim?'

  Kim wasn't at all sure that she did, the feelings of pain and pleasure too difficult to unravel, but she tried to say yes just to please him. The word was muffled on his cock.

  'No, no... this is what I want,' Cantrell said, his voice strained. He drove suddenly into the depths of her vagina. It was soaking wet. As his hard cock thrust forward she felt the velvety flesh parting to admit it, another surge of desire racing through her. One part of her mind was telling her the experience was totally degrading; being hung like a side of meat and used so matter-of-factly. But the other appeared to have no such qualms; it was too busy registering undiluted pleasure. Perhaps because of her suspension and the odd leather harness everything felt completely different. The metal oval that surrounded her sex was just big enough to allow Cantrell's cock to squeeze through, but as he began to pump into her, her pinched labia were crushed against his belly and reacted beautifully. Her clit too, not stretched and exposed by the penetration, but buried deep in a velvety wet nest, was experiencing a whole new plethora of sensations.

  All this, and Jake's sudden entrance, was propelling her to orgasm. As Cantrell thrust forward, pulling her back against him, Jake's cock slid from her mouth. As Cantrell pulled back she was able to rock forward and swallow Jake again - the perfect rhythm.

  'Beautiful little pussy,' Cantrell mumbled.

  The feeling of two erections buried in her body while she was bound so helplessly was like nothing Kim had ever felt before. However debauched, however beyond the pale of what she had been brought up to believe was decent behaviour, this was what she wanted and needed. She sucked avidly on the throbbing stalk stretching her lips and nudging her throat as her orgasm exploded, the bonds creaking as she convulsed and swayed within their grasp.

  As her orgasm peaked and she began to relax, she felt Cantrell pulling himself out of her sex. His cock and balls butted into the soft pillows of her buttocks, and immediately she felt hot gobs of spunk spattering her back, the man moaning loudly. But Jake didn't pull out of her mouth. His fingers were digging into her shoulders and his hips jerked more and more erratically. She felt his cock begin to spasm. Then it seemed to recoil. For a long moment nothing happened. Kim breathed slowly through her nose, waiting - then a stream of viscous liquid jetted into her mouth. She swallowed it all gallantly, and waited until his cock had become still again, then gently ran her tongue over its tip, wanting to lick up every last drop.

  'No,' Jake said, with what sounded like anger. He pulled away.

  'You all right?' Cantrell asked.

  'I'll get Marsha to come and cut her down,' he replied gruffly. 'Let's go and have a drink.' He held the door open. When the man had gone out into the corridor he glanced back at Kim, and all she could see was the anger in his eyes - anger she did not understand.

  Chapter Nine

  She knew she was being punished, but she didn't know what for. For two days she had not been allowed out of her cell. All her meals had been delivered but she'd been given no clothes or make-up, and had spent her time reading one of three books that had been delivered with her breakfast on the first day.

  Why Jake had reacted so angrily she had no idea. But whatever the reason, it had condemned Kim to forty-eight hours of boredom and frustration. From time to time she had heard the other slaves being taken upstairs, and once or twice the distinct sound of a whip coming from one of the adjacent cells. Jake and his guests were obviously indulging themselves, and to know he was deliberately ignoring her hurt more than any of the physical pain she had experienced.

  Her whole body seemed to ache, but she knew her aching need was more a mental condition than a physical one. After being so intimate with the man she now thought of as her master, to be neglected so pointedly made her need that much more intense.

  Thoughts of her story and her plan to escape had simply evaporated as time passed. It seemed less and less important. By the end of the second day, the passage of time only marked by the number of meals she'd been brought, she could think of nothing else but Jake and when he would call for her, every footfall in the corridor making her heart leap in expectation.

  Eventually she heard the key turning in the lock and knew something was about to happen.

  'Put this on,' Marsha said, with what had become her normal greeting. She threw some garments on the bed. 'Have you showered?'

  'Yes, Ms Marsha.'

  'And shaved?'

  'Yes, Ms Marsha.'

  'Make yourself up, too. I'll be back in ten minutes.'

  Kim had correctly sensed her period of purdah was almost over. After so long on her own her excitement was intense. She quickly unzipped the make-up case and stood in front of the mirror to do her eyes. Of course there was no guarantee she was being taken to see Jake, but that didn't matter. Even if she was being taken to one of the guests it meant that at least he'd thought about her. But she was convinced she was being taken to see her master. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. How she hoped that was true. She put on the dark eye shadow, and used the black mascara on her long eyelashes. In the mirror she could see her eyes were sparkling again.

  She went back to the bed and picked up the clothes Marsha had left. There was a red body made from shiny PVC, and thigh high boots in the same material. The body was tight. Like everything she had worn at the house its gusset had been removed to reveal her sex, and there were cut-outs in the bodice through which her breasts swelled.

  She pulled on the boots. The tight PVC clung to her thighs like a second skin. She looked in the mirror and didn't like what she saw, the outfit tarty and unsubtle. She looked like a cheap whore. But it was a small price to pay if it was what Jake wanted.

  Marsha opened the door again. She was wearing her usual leather outfit of shorts and a halter-necked leather blouse. She had a leather collar in her left hand and a riding crop with a brass pommel in her right. She put the crop on the bed.

  'Come here and turn around,' she said, without the slightest emotion.

  Kim did as she was told. She felt the thick leather collar being wrapped around her neck. Hanging down from the back of it between her shoulder blades was another short strap, attached to which were two narrow leather cuffs, one immediately above the other. Marsha took Kim's wrists, twisted them up behind her and strapped them into the cuffs, making her elbows stick out like chicken wings. She then clipped a long thin chain into a D-ring at the front of the collar. I
t was attached to the chain of the manacles, which Kim had been made to wear when she was working in the house. Marsha snapped each manacle around her ankles.

  As usual, bondage had added a new dimension to Kim's excitement. The position of her arms was agony, but the waves of pain were translated into a sharp tingling pleasure that made her tremble.

  'Good,' Marsh said, twisting Kim this way and that. She was smiling, and Kim didn't think she'd ever seen her smile before. 'Now bend over,' she said.

  To keep her balance Kim shuffled her ankles apart until the chain between them was stretched to the maximum. Looking between her legs she saw Marsha pick up the whip. She moved close and trailed the whip up between Kim's legs until the leather loop at its tip was touching her sex. It slid up to Kim's clit, the touch making her moan. Then Marsha flicked the loop between her thighs, making the flesh vibrate. It was withdrawn suddenly. Kim heard a swish then a line of pain exploded across her buttocks, like hot needles being driven into her skin, the harshest stroke she had ever received.

  'What do you say?'

  'Thank you, Ms Marsha,' she gasped, the pain making her pant for breath.

  Almost before she had said the words another stroke landed diagonally across the first. The back of the PVC body provided little protection, the material only covering a tiny triangle at the top of her bottom, leaving most of her buttocks completely exposed.

  'Thu-thank you... Ms Marsha.'

  The third stroke was the hardest of them all. It set her whole backside on fire. But the needles of pain that lanced into her turned, as they had before, to sharp peaks of pleasure, her sex turning liquid. She could feel each stroke individually, and knew they had left scarlet weals on her flesh.

  'All right, straighten up,' Marsha said. As Kim did so, stiffly, she saw Marsha was still smiling. 'Now follow me.'

  The high heels of the thigh boots and the chain between her ankles made progress slow. They reached the ground floor and Kim was thrilled when Marsha turned towards the main stairs. Her conviction that she was being taken to see her master looked like being justified.

  They climbed the second staircase and walked towards the double doors at the end of the landing. Marsha rapped on one of the doors then walked away.

  Kim waited. Her buttocks were still on fire, but there was nothing she could do to soothe them. She heard voices from inside the room but could not make out any words. She supposed she could still be disappointed. It was possible the master had loaned his room to one of his guests, but that was unlikely, she thought.

  The door opened. A woman stood there. She was young, probably no more than twenty, and was wearing a narrow black suspender belt, sheer black stockings and high heels. Her breasts were high and proud with puckered red nipples, and her waist narrow. She had long legs and a thick bush of blonde hair on her mons. She was beautiful, with sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and large sparkling blue eyes, her blonde hair short but cut in layers that suited the shape of her head. She examined Kim critically, then glanced back into the room. 'What do I do now?' she said.

  'Bring her in.' It was Jake's voice.

  The girl took hold of the chain that hung down Kim's front, and pulled her in. She had the air of someone who had suddenly stepped into a dream and was trying hard not to be shocked by what she saw.

  'Close the door.' Jake was lying on his bed, naked, his erection in his hand, his head propped up on several pillows. He did not look at Kim.

  The blonde followed his instruction.

  'Now bring her closer.'

  She led Kim to the bed. There was a strong odour of sex in the room, leaving Kim in little doubt as to what Jake and the girl had been doing.

  'She's gorgeous,' the girl sighed. 'Can I touch her?'

  'Of course you can. You can do anything you want with her. I told you that.'

  She raised a hand and touched Kim's cheek, then allowed her hand to fall to her breasts. She cupped one, then inquisitively tweaked the nipple. 'Unbelievable,' she breathed incredulously, her eyes wide. 'And she does this voluntarily? I mean, you're not blackmailing her or nothing?'

  'No, I'm not blackmailing her,' Jake said patiently. 'Have you ever been with another woman, Kate?'

  'No - but I'd sure like to. I've always wondered what it would be like.'

  For the first time Jake looked directly into Kim's eyes. There was a smouldering expression there that she could not read. 'Bend over,' he ordered calmly.

  Kim obeyed, at once determined to show him how good a slave she could be, despite the fact she found Kate's presence disconcerting. The girl was clearly not a slave, or one of his regular guests.

  'Jesus, what are those marks?' Kate asked with genuine fascination.

  'She's been whipped,' came the casual reply.

  'Whipped? She likes that too?'

  'Of course. All submissives do. Bondage and corporeal punishment go together.'

  'I'm not sure I could take that.' The lovely girl shook her head, pouting childishly.

  'Then you're not a submissive,' Jake said abruptly. 'Go on then, touch her. That's what you said you wanted to do.'

  'How - how many of these girls are there?'

  'There are hundreds of slaves in New York. There are twelve masters with places like this. The girls come and go. Some can only take it for a few months. Others never want to leave the system.'

  Kim felt the girl stroking her buttocks. She winced as cool fingers touched one of the scarlet weals.

  'I've never done anything like this before,' the girl breathed, as her fingers slipped down into the cleft of Kim's buttocks and into the opening of the PVC body. 'Jesus, it's so wet.' She clumsily prodded one finger into Kim's sex, the long fingernail making Kim wince again.

  'Now kiss it,' Jake suggested. He rose and moved closer, his erection bobbing gently.

  The girl apparently thought that was a good idea. 'Get her to lie down, then,' she said breathlessly, her disbelieving eyes glued to Kim.

  'She'll do whatever you tell her to,' Jake prompted.

  'Really? Gee, that's cool. All right, lie on the bed with your legs open... s-slave,' the girl said, without conviction.

  Kim straightened up and went over to the bed. It didn't matter what was going on, she thought, as long as she was with Jake. Upon seeing her instruction being obeyed without question, the girl giggled.

  Kim sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, writhing to the middle of the white linen sheet. She could feel the warmth where Jake's body had been. With her arms twisted up behind her back, lying down was awkward and her weight increased the pressure on her tortured elbows. The weals from the riding crop also stung as they rubbed against the crisp material.

  'Here, unlock the cuffs,' Jake said, picking up a small key from the bedside chest and handing it to the girl. He caught her chin in one hand and pulled her towards him, kissing her while his free hand covered her left breast.

  'This - this is fun,' the girl panted when the kiss ended. She sat on the bed and put the key into one of the ankle cuffs. It snapped open and she peeled it away, leaving the other one in place. 'Now you can spread them apart, baby,' she cooed.

  Kim inched her legs across the bed. She saw the girl stare at her sex, framed by the strips of red rubber that ran down on either side of her labia. For some reason she felt more naked in front of this young ingenue than she had spread-eagled and exposed to all the guests at the party.

  The girl instinctively got up to her knees alongside Kim, then dipped her head to her sex. Kim could feel hot breath playing over her labia as the girl stared, taking in all the details.

  'I've never done this before,' she whispered innocently.

  'So you said.'

  'I'm really turned on, Jake.'

  'That's good,' he said.

  'Do they all have to get shaved like this?'

  'That's my preference,' he confirmed.

  Kim turned her head to look at him. He was standing by the side of the bed looking at the blonde, but not at her. His ere
ction jutted from his loins.

  Kate stuck out her tongue and very delicately lapped between Kim's labia. She was tentative at first, but soon became more assertive, her tongue moving up to search for Kim's clit. It nudged against the little button and began to circle it delicately. At the same time Kim felt her hand moving up between her legs, her fingers spreading her labia apart as if the girl wanted to get a good look at the mouth of her vagina.

  Kim saw Jake kneel on the bed beside her. He took the girl's hips in his hands and eased his erection down between her legs, rubbing it against the black welt of the sheer stockings. How she wished he was doing that to her. The girl raised her head and looked back at him. 'That feels good,' she said.

  'You concentrate on what you're doing,' he replied. 'Take no notice of me.'

  Kate's tongue returned to Kim's clit. She explored the rim of Kim's vagina with her fingers, then pushed inside hesitantly. 'Will she do me?' she said, suddenly straightening up, her fingers pulled from Kim's vagina.

  'I told you, anything you want.'

  'Great.'

  Kate bounced around the bed, straddled Kim's shoulders and pushed her sex down onto her mouth. Kim pushed her tongue into her and found the girl's clitoris. She squealed with delight as Kim flicked it from side to side.

  'Oooh... that's great,' she purred. 'Jesus, this feels bad. Does it mean I'm turning into a dike?'

  'It means you like sex, all kinds of sex, is all,' Jake said. 'Here suck on this.'

  Kim felt her lean forward, then push back on her mouth again. She flicked Kate's clit and could feel the girl shudder at each contact. She could hear her sucking enthusiastically on Jake's cock. Her emotions were confused because she didn't know where Kate fitted into his life. Was he trying to recruit her as a slave? But if that were the case shouldn't he be giving her the tests of obedience he had written about so graphically in his books, not fooling around with her like young lovers?