The Slaves of New York Page 6

  Fortunately, he didn't appear to speak much English and didn't react when Candy said to Kim, 'Christ, looking at you is making my pussy juice up. You sure you don't just want to go back to my place?'

  'Perhaps later,' Kim said. She hadn't gone to all this trouble for nothing.

  'It's a date,' said Candy excitedly. 'So, what did you think of Velvet Tongue? Did you meet Lucinda?'

  Kim nodded. 'I didn't realise what went on. Are there a lot of... of masters, like Jake?'

  'Sure. There's lots of slaves in New York, so I guess that means there has to be masters too. But Jake is like the number one. Everyone wants to be with him.'

  Kim remembered what the man had told Lucinda. 'Were you with another master first?' she asked.

  'No. No, Jake picked me up in a bar. I was just totally into it. I'd read his stuff. It just turned me on. When he came over to me I was like knocked out. And he's got these real hypnotic eyes. Christ, I'd have done anything he told me to do. And he told me to do some real weird things when we got to the house.'

  'That's the place in Connecticut, right?' Kim probed. 'That's the model for the chateau?'

  'You speak so strange,' Candy said, without answering the questions. 'Sounds real posh.'

  'But is it?' Kim persisted.

  'Yah, I guess so, though it ain't no chateau. It's just like a big house with a basement.'

  The cab had crossed Fifth Avenue into the East Side and was heading towards the river. It's tired suspension could do nothing to absorb the bone-shaking holes in the road.

  'So, is this club where you met him?' Kim continued.

  'No. But he took me there two or three times before we went up state. He likes to show off his new slaves, I guess. You'll see, it's quite a place.'

  Ten minutes later they pulled up outside a nondescript apartment building that backed onto the river. On one corner of the building, away from what was obviously the main entrance, was a large front door with a circular porthole type window. The uniformed commissionaire standing outside was the only indication that it was the entrance to a club.

  'Help me, will you?' Kim asked, the chains of the slave collar rattling as she took it out of the bag.

  Candy helped her snap the collar around her throat, then circled her wrists with the silver manacles. All three were locked with a small key, which Kim then slipped into her evening bag. The chains were long enough to allow her to reach to her waist, but no further.

  The driver watched in his rear-view mirror.

  'Good evening.' The commissionaire had stepped forward and opened the car door.

  Candy paid off the driver.

  'Evening, Phil,' she said, climbing out. She was wearing a black PVC body with full sleeves and a high neck. But in the middle of her torso a large circle of the material had been cut away to reveal her belly button and glimpses of the undersides of her breasts. Over the body she wore a white wrap around skirt in the same material, which came to about mid-thigh, and white patent leather ankle boots with a spiky four-inch heel. 'This is my friend, Kim from England.'

  'Pleased to meet you, miss,' the doorman said politely, opening the main door. 'Have a nice evening.'

  Kim found herself in a small foyer with a scarlet carpet, the walls draped with scarlet velvet curtains. In front of her was a gilt table, behind which a young brunette sat. She was extremely pretty, her long hair pinned up in a complicated chignon which allowed sight of her neck and bare shoulders. She was wearing a tight gold leotard, with high-cut legs and a boned strapless bodice that pushed her ample breasts into a deep and shadowy cleavage. Her legs were sheathed in gold fishnet tights. Kim noticed that she had a little gold tongue dangling from a gold chain around her neck.

  'Evening Ms Brook,' the girl said. 'Would you sign in please.'

  Candy signed a large leather-bound book. The girl stood up. She had spectacularly long legs, shaped by high-heeled calf length gold boots. As she turned around Kim saw that the cut of the leotard revealed most of her very round buttocks, the gusset of the garment cutting down deeply between them.

  'This way.' She pulled aside one of the curtains to reveal a door. There was a steep staircase leading down into the basement.

  'Bryony will see you to your table,' she said, smiling warmly.

  Exactly on cue an identically dressed girl appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

  The two girls went down. Bryony also welcomed them with a broad smile, then opened another door. Immediately a wave of heat, expensive scent, and music flooded them. The music was modern jazz and the scent a powerful combination of many different perfumes. The room was large, and there was a long bar with black leather and chrome bar stools. Opposite this, black leather armchairs had been arranged around low tables. At the far end Kim could see steps leading down to a small dance floor, and a rostrum where a four-piece band played.

  The club was busy. There were men and women standing by the bar, and others sitting around in the armchairs. Several couples were dancing to the music, their arms wrapped around each other. The men were all dressed perfectly normally, most in suits and ties, while the women, without exception, wore the type of clothes Kim had seen at Velvet Tongue. There were tight rubber and leather catsuits, with cut-outs to reveal breasts, buttocks or genitals. There were leather basques laced so tightly the girls' figures were reduced to wasp-like proportions, their suspenders hooked into stockings, and girls who wore little more than a platform bra, a G-string and hold up stockings. More subtly, there were slinky dresses in satin, silk and lace, though all, like Kim's, revealed tantalising glimpses of voluptuous bodies. Though their choice of footwear was different - thigh boots in patent leather or black suede, ankle or calf length boots, or shiny leather court shoes - there wasn't a female who wasn't wearing needle thin four-inch heels.

  Plying between the tables were waitresses in the gold leotards. The legs of these garments were cut so high that at the back only a thin ribbon of material emerged at the top of their buttocks, leaving most of their bottom sheathed in the gold coloured fishnet.

  'Would you like a table?' Bryony asked, 'or do you want to sit at the bar?'

  'A table,' Candy said.

  Bryony led them to a small table to the side of the dance floor. 'Have a nice evening,' she said.

  A waitress approached immediately. 'Hi, I'm Tiffany, can I get you a drink?'

  'House champagne,' Candy said curtly, barely looking at the girl.

  The waitress walked away. Kim found herself staring at her large oval buttocks, swaying from side to side as she walked.

  'Is he here?' she said, seeing that Candy was scanning the room.

  'No. But he may be in back.'

  A tall man in a black suit was walking up the stairs from the dance floor. The girl on his arm was wearing a red PVC halter bra, matching bikini briefs and stockings in the same material. Her breasts were heavy and swelled against the tight bra.

  'Candy, hi there,' he beamed.

  'Hi, Clint,' Candy said, with a bored expression.

  'And who's this lovely little lady?' he asked, turning to Kim.

  'Kim,' Candy said, with little enthusiasm, 'meet Clint Bernet.'

  'Howdy, little lady,' he said. His cowboy inflections matched the snakeskin boots he was wearing.

  'Hello,' Kim said politely.

  'Say, she's from England!' the girl said enthusiastically.

  'Long way from home,' the man noted. 'Hope I might get to see a little more of you later on. Angel here likes a bit of class.'

  'Sure do, sweet thing,' the girl grinned. 'And you're real classy.' She winked suggestively at Kim, and then they walked away.

  'I thought slaves weren't supposed to wear knickers,' Kim said, watching them go.

  'They're not. But she's not a slave. She's just a want-to-be. She comes here hoping she'll get picked up by one of the masters.'

  'So isn't the cowboy a master?'

  'No way. He just likes the scene. You have to be loaded to be a master. You've got to have
a real big place and security, and that costs big bucks. It's a very exclusive club. Most of the men here are losers, but they need them to make up the numbers.'

  'The numbers?' Kim frowned, getting a little confused.

  Candy grinned. 'You'll see.'

  The waitress brought a bottle of champagne in a wine cooler and two glasses. She opened the bottle without a word and poured the wine.

  'Shall I open a check?' she asked.

  'Yah, do that,' Candy said.

  The girl swung away again.

  'See that guy over there, on the left?' Candy asked. She nodded at a man on the dance floor wearing a cream suit with a bolero jacket and tight trousers, their seams decorated with a satin band. He was no more than twenty-five, with blond hair flowing down over his shoulders. A long-haired redhead in an almost entirely see-through turquoise tulle dress was dancing with him, her arms wrapped tightly around his body. The girl was clearly not wearing panties. 'He's a master,' Candy stated, when Kim nodded to confirm she saw him.

  'But, he looks too young.'

  'Daddy was rich,' the blonde went on. 'He inherited everything, including his father's penchant for domination.'

  As they watched, the man stopped dancing and pulled the girl towards a door at the back of the dance floor. They both disappeared through it.

  Kim reached for her wine, forgetting the slave collar. Her hand was jerked back by the chain. She had to edge herself to the front of the leather armchair and bend her head forward slightly before she could reach the glass. 'Cheers,' she said, slightly sheepishly.

  'Cheers. Welcome to New York.'

  They both sipped their wine.

  'So, what do we do now?' Kim asked.

  'That really depends on what you want.'

  'I want to meet Jake Ashley.'

  'Okay, so that means we have to go out back. See, the way it works is he has scouts. If they see a new girl, one they think might interest him, they give him a call. His apartment's only around the corner from here. He'll come running. That is if he's not here already. So you've got to put yourself around, let everyone get a real good look at you. Hey, looks as though there's going to be some action, right here.'

  The music had stopped and the lights dimmed, a follow spot dancing on the rostrum in front of the band. A tall slender woman, seemingly in her earlier fifties, stepped into the pool of light. She was wearing a long black strapless dress that was split almost to the waist, the rangy leg it revealed as she stepped forward sheathed in champagne coloured nylon.

  'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Cul D'Or. As usual we have a little entertainment for you now. Tonight we are featuring Master James.'

  The woman stepped back and a large white screen dropped in front of the band. A picture appeared on it almost at once. It showed a small room, its walls painted in pink, with a black carpet. In the centre of the room were two pillars, attached to which were a series of metal rings. Behind it, against the far wall, was a double bed covered in a black silk sheet. For a moment nothing happened.

  'What is this?' Kim whispered, her eyes glued to the scene.

  'Just a taster. It's to encourage people to go out back. That's where the action is. And the club takes a cut.'

  'A cut?'

  'The men pay big bucks to go back there. Don't worry - for women it's free.'

  On the screen the young blond man Kim had seen on the dance floor stepped into the picture. He was wearing a pair of black silk briefs and had a sinewy athletic body, though it was a little on the thin side. If he was aware the camera was on him, he paid no attention to it.

  Three women entered the shot. Kim recognised the redhead with whom Master James had been dancing. The two other women were manhandling her into the room, both dressed in black leather catsuits. Both were large, their meaty thighs and buttocks bulging, their bosoms spilling out of the plunging neckline of their clothing. They both wore black leather helmets laced at the back, their long hair pulled through the laces in a sort of ponytail. The helmets had holes for their eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

  The redhead was manoeuvred between the two pillars. She was still wearing the tulle dress, but thick leather cuffs now banded her wrists and ankles. The two women busied themselves binding these cuffs to the pillars so that the girl's body was spread-eagled and facing the camera. Kim could see her breasts and her mons through the veil of material and, since the latter was completely hairless, also glimpsed the first inch or so of her labia.

  'Do you want her gagged, master?' one of the women asked.

  'No.' He came up to the redhead and very tenderly touched her cheek. He kissed her on the mouth and she responded eagerly, squirming her lips against his and trying to press her body forward.

  He stepped back and took hold of the V-neckline of the dress with both hands, tearing it all the way down to the hem.

  'Thank you, master,' the girl said in hushed tones.

  She had small breasts and tiny nipples. He rolled one between finger and thumb and she moaned, grinding her hips as far as the bondage would allow.

  'What do you want?' he asked.

  'To be whipped, master,' she said.

  'Why?'

  'For your pleasure, master.'

  'Then your wish is granted,' he announced. He turned and nodded to the two women. They disappeared out of the shot, only to reappear immediately, both carrying riding crops.

  Kim looked around the club. Though there were a couple of tables still deep in conversation, most faces were riveted to the screen. Several of the men had either slipped their hands up between their partner's legs, or were having their own genitals massaged, or both.

  Master James kissed the girl once again. His cock had engorged and was now sticking out of the front of the briefs.

  'Come on,' he said. 'Let's get on with it.'

  Both women positioned themselves behind the redhead. The one on the left raised her arm and cut the riding crop down hard on the girl's right buttock. The thwack of leather on flesh resounded from the speakers. Kim saw the girl's face contort, but almost before she had time to react to the first stroke the other woman had cut a second down onto her left side. With almost balletic precision the two women alternated their swingeing strokes, hardly a second between them, while the helpless redhead writhed against her bonds, struggling to pull herself away from the rain of blows.

  The camera angle changed. Now the scene was viewed from the back, the camera closing in on the girl's buttocks. As the lashes fell the taut flesh trembled, the whole area already bright red, with several long diagonal stripes decorating each cheek. To the side of the pillars the master had pulled his briefs down and was stroking his erection.

  The girl had started to grunt with each strike, the noise getting louder and louder.

  'That's enough,' the master said. 'What do you say, girl?'

  'Thank you, master,' the redhead intoned.

  The women stopped. They looked at the blond expectantly, waiting for their orders.

  'Cheryl,' he said.

  Despite the helmets Kim could see that one of the women's faces had broken into a broad smile. She dropped the whip. The leather catsuit had a long zip running from the low neckline right the way down between her legs and up into her buttocks. Cheryl grasped the tongue of the zip and pulled it all the way down. When it was open to her mons she bent over, turning her back so the camera would have a full view of her rear, reached her other hand around down between her legs, and unzipped the garment so it gaped open between her legs. She was not wearing anything under the catsuit and the camera closed in on her sex. It was not shaved, though the hair that covered her labia was short and sparse. Kim could see that, like the girl in Velvet Tongue, her labia had been pierced, but this time only with a single ring. A thin gold chain ran from the ring just under her fourchette, down the whole length of her sex to her arsehole. There it was fastened into the butt of what was obviously a phallus that was plugged into her anus. With her body still bent Cheryl pulled the phallus out so
it dangled from the chain, swinging slightly between her legs.

  'Ready, master,' she said eagerly.

  Kim looked over at Candy, who was leaning back in the armchair with her legs crossed. She suddenly felt a wave of desire, her clitoris throbbing so strongly it was as if it were trying to force its way out between her labia. The sight of Cheryl's pussy in close up on the large screen, the view of the dildo being pulled from her rear, made Kim realise she was capable of feeling real lust for a woman. That was an avenue of endeavour that Candy had opened up for her.

  The camera angle changed again, so the screen was filled with a frontal view of the redhead. Her eyes were dancing with excitement, her whole body squirming from side to side against the leather cuffs.

  Cheryl came around to the front of the posts and immediately dropped on her knees in front of the master. She took his cock in her hands and fed it greedily into her mouth, making appreciative noises as she gobbled it up, working her tongue against the ridge at the base of his glans. The other woman came around to the front too. With a nod from the master she raised the whip and slashed it down on the redhead's breast, the leather loop at the tip of the riding crop landing squarely on her nipple. The girl gave a little whimper of pain, but it was laced with excitement. Kim could see her straining to rub her thighs together so she could put pressure on her labia. Her legs were bound too far apart, however, to have any success.

  The master pulled Cheryl's head back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a plopping sound. It was coated and glistening with saliva. He pulled her to her feet. Apparently she knew what to do next. She walked out of shot for a moment, then came back carrying what looked like a trapeze bar. It was hanging at about waist level from two white nylon ropes that disappeared out of shot. Cheryl bent herself over the bar with her back to the camera, and opened her legs wide, grasping them just below the knees. In the position her sex was framed by the black leather catsuit, each of her big pliant buttocks bisected by the tight black leather.