Maggie and the Master

by Sarah Fisher

  ‘This is ridiculous,’ she said instead. ‘Take me home. I won’t say anything about this to Max.’

  Guido laughed. ‘You really think he’d mind? You have to understand, Maggie, that slaves are mere possessions, toys to be used. I thought Max had made that clear to you.’

  She stared at him, trying to gather her thoughts. What could she do other than try and talk him out of whatever obscene plan lurked behind those dark eyes?

  ‘Get out of the car,’ he said, his tone icy. But Maggie didn’t move, and his expression hardened. ‘Now!’ he spat. ‘And take your skirt off.’

  Maggie bit her lip, considering her options. What was she going to do? She guessed Guido would be a lot less controlled than Max, and decided that her best course of action was to humour him.

  Slowly, very slowly, heart pounding in her chest, Maggie slipped across the seat and did as she was told, trying to formulate an alternative while unzipping her blue skirt and letting it drop to the grass. Underneath she was wearing the white underwear and stockings and suspenders stipulated by Max Jordan.

  Guido’s eyes moved hungrily over her body. ‘Max was right, you are a natural,’ he said, and Maggie reddened under his undisguised lust.

  ‘Guido, please,’ she began, wondering if she could appeal to his better nature. But he was having none of it, and instead he lunged and cupped her sex through the thin fabric of her panties, fingers tightening, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper.

  ‘I want this,’ he growled, ‘and I intend to have it. And as I said, Maggie, either you give it to me or I’ll take it.’

  He looked her up down as if relishing her growing apprehension. ‘Now I want you to strip for me, or would you prefer me to rip your clothes off?’

  Without another word Maggie slipped off her knickers and undid her suspender belt, uncomfortably aware of his intrusive stare. Being outside in the woods made her feel doubly exposed, doubly vulnerable.

  As she straightened up from removing her stockings Guido, annoyed at the delay, roughly unfastened her blouse, pushed up her bra and grabbed a breast in each hand, dragging her tight against him, his kisses hard and hungry while his hands squeezed the tender flesh until she cried out into his mouth. His cruel touch made her reel with a terrible sense of fear and resignation and also, and to her abject horror, sexual hunger. Was this what slavery and submission truly meant? Slavery to your own terrible desires?

  ‘Take off the rest of your things and bend over the car bonnet,’ he said. ‘And spread your legs wide so I can see exactly what I’m getting.’ He pushed her away towards the waiting vehicle.

  Maggie closed her eyes, trembling, going through the motions while her mind was in turmoil. How had it come to this? Naked, shivering and afraid she settled down over the broad polished black bonnet without another word, her forearms supporting her while Guido explored her body, her back, her breasts, her buttocks; no place was spared his crude examination, his invasive fingers investigating the welts Max had striped her with. Then just as she began to find some sense of composure, some safe inner space, he kicked her feet further apart, leaving her even more vulnerable to his explorations.

  ‘Give me your wrists, here,’ he snapped. ‘Put them behind your back.’ She closed her eyes, knowing that some part of her had already surrendered.

  Helpless, with her cheek pressed against the warm bodywork, Guido jerked her arms back and tied them together at the wrist with a length of cord.

  ‘Well, well, well,’ he said, breathing hard. ‘The little madam out to do some research. Did you think it would bring you this far?’

  She held her breath, too afraid to reply.

  He caught hold of her hair and jerked her head back. ‘Well, what have you to say for yourself? There’s no Max here now to protect you, no safety net. You’re all mine. Did I tell you that Max is training me to be a master too? I’ve learnt a lot from him, but I’ve always known in my heart what really turns me on; a delicious girl fighting and struggling against me, crying out, begging for mercy, writhing and sweating… that’s what excites me.’

  Maggie froze, then heard Guido spitting, felt his fingers work the saliva into her quim and then felt the hard press of his cock probing the lips of her sex, before he plunged into her with one smooth penetration.

  The invasion took her breath away, his cock large and stout. She wailed with shock and without thinking begged him to stop. ‘Please, you’re hurting me,’ she sobbed, knowing full well that’s what Guido wanted to hear, and secretly experiencing the reawakening of her carnal desires. As she struggled beneath him he pushed deeper still, holding her hips to pull her back onto his rampant erection.

  ‘Please, Guido, no please,’ she rambled, even though her treacherous body was responding to him. And Max’s driver was already beyond any discussion, turning back or reasoning. He locked his fingers tight in her hair, pulling her up to him, dragging her off the car, bending her back like an archer’s bow, her exposed breasts thrusting forward.

  As he rutted into her again and again his free hand mauled her breasts and twisted her nipples. Maggie cried out in pain and shock, while deep inside she felt her own dark passion building inexorably, ashamed of what she was feeling. How could such an animal excite her so much? How was it that this violation, this abuse of her body by a man who was practically a stranger, was the very thing that ignited the fires in the pit of her stomach? Maggie was ashamed of herself, even more than she loathed Guido.

  He grunted like an animal, driving on and on, excited by her physical and verbal reactions. As he got closer to the point of no return he pulled her fully back against his body and clamped his arms around her waist, biting her neck and lapping her hot flesh.

  ‘You love this, don’t you, you dirty little bitch?’ he growled between clenched teeth.

  Maggie said nothing, trying desperately to retain some last shred of self-control.

  ‘Tell me,’ he snapped. ‘You like to feel a cock deep in your cunt, don’t you? Don’t you? Tell me.’

  He twisted his fingers tight in her hair and jerked her head back, making her shriek in pain.

  ‘Yes!’ she gasped, horrified to hear herself admit it.

  ‘Yes what?’ he pressed. ‘What is it you like, you dirty little bitch?’

  Maggie shivered as he drove deeper still, emphasising his questioning, making her cry out again as his cock filled her. ‘T-to feel a cock d-deep inside me,’ she stammered, writhing with pleasure and shame. His fingers tightened in her hair and around her nipple and she squealed. ‘Deep in my cunt!’ And Maggie knew it was true. She wanted him to use her, just as she had wanted Max to use her. She wanted Guido to take her over the edge into oblivion, and instinctively began to move against him, grinding her arse back into his groin, tipping her hips so that his body angled perfectly against hers.

  ‘What do you want me to do then, Maggie?’ Guido growled in her ear, as if sensing the change in her.

  ‘I… I want you to fuck me,’ she gasped. ‘Please, fuck me. Make me come. Please… please, Guido.’

  As she begged he snorted derisively, pulled out of her and pushed her down onto the grass. ‘On your knees,’ he growled, and Maggie, sobbing with frustration, did as she was told, stumbling with her hands tied, knees parted to maintain her balance.

  Guido leered down at her, stroking her hair back off her damp brow, running his fingers over her breasts and lips and throat. And then he arrogantly brushed her chin and cheeks with his rigid shaft. It was slippery and smelt of her own excitement, then grabbing her hair again he stroked the bulbous tip across her lips, and then fed it deep into her mouth.

  The taste and smell of him suffused her senses; the heady mixture of aroused male musk mixed with the flavours of her own body was almost more than she could bear. Her lips were slick with his pre-cum and more than anything she wished her hands were free so she could touch herself and him. Her whole body was screaming for release.

  Guido towered above her, dominant and full
of lust, obviously relishing the way her tongue and lips worked over the head of his cock, enjoying the special attention as the kneeling girl submissively lapped and sucked his shaft deep into her mouth. Maggie could feel his pleasure building along with her own. She heard him grunt, felt the tension increasing in his balls and braced herself for the great flood of seed to fill her mouth.

  Guido thrust once, twice, and for a moment she was convinced he was going to ejaculate and make her drink his seed, but then at the very last second he pulled out, dragging her head back and splashed her face and breasts and cleavage with this warm spunk. She gasped as it splattered on her flesh.

  He grinned triumphantly down at her, catching his breath. ‘Now you look like a whore - and you certainly act like one.’

  Maggie felt so ashamed she wanted to die, but it seemed her torture wasn’t over yet. Guido, his cock still wet and slick with combined juices, dragged her to her feet and back over the bonnet of the car, on her back this time, and to her horror he began to lap up the trail of warm semen that clung to her body, licking and sucking her face and breasts. Seeing the shock on her face he smiled and kissed her, pushing his tongue, slick with spunk, deep into her mouth.

  Maggie shuddered and tried to roll her head to one side, tried to push him away. But Guido merely laughed and continued to lick her, her face and her ears, sucking her nipples into his mouth, biting and nipping. Maggie gasped and began to moan, beginning to lose it again, overcome by so many sensations and needs that threatened to engulf her.

  But still there was no reprieve. Gradually Guido was working lower, spreading her legs until there was no part of her that was not exposed to his fingers and his lips.

  ‘You taste wonderful,’ the driver drooled, plunging his tongue deep inside her and then lapping at her quim like a hungry dog.

  Maggie cried out, part of her horrified by the exposure, the other half afraid that he might stop. Finally he sank down amongst the grass and the leaves beneath the trees, and Maggie gasped as he lifted her bodily and set her legs over his shoulders, his tongue moving between her thighs, devouring her sex. He slavered against her and then, just when she thought she would go mad with desire, he located her clitoris.

  Maggie cried out with relief and pleasure. Instinctively her hips thrust to meet the driver’s tongue, oblivious to everything but the bliss building deep inside. He slid a finger into her quim and another lodged just inside the puckered bud of her bottom. She groaned and writhed against his touch; Guido surely had to be Max Jordan’s star pupil.

  She closed her eyes tight, all rational thoughts vanishing into the abyss as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her, but then he pulled away and Maggie whimpered with frustration.

  ‘Come on then, ask me, I want to hear you beg,’ he goaded, his tone thick with desire. ‘Beg me, bitch. Beg me for what you want.’

  ‘Oh,’ Maggie sobbed, ‘please don’t stop now, Guido, please don’t stop. I’m so close, lick me… suck me… please. Please make me come.’

  Guido’s tongue brushed across her pleasure bud. Maggie groaned again, lifting her hips. He lapped a little harder, and it was almost more than she could bear.

  ‘Please, please,’ she sobbed, any last shred of pride lost in the hungry pit of desire as he circled the little peak with the tip of his tongue. For an instant Maggie thought she might go mad and then the wave broke over her.

  ‘I’m going to come!’ she shrieked. ‘I’m going to… oh… oh!’ She shuddered, rolling from side to side, her sex grinding into his face. And as she peaked she felt him rise and sink his rejuvenated cock deep, deep into her sex. Her body closed around him and he followed her into oblivion seconds later, throwing back his head and grunting like a wild animal as he drove his cock into her.

  And then finally they were both still and all Maggie could hear was their ragged breathing, the pound of her pulse and the rustling of the trees.

  As the car made its slow way back down the uneven track, Max Jordan stepped out from behind the shelter of a tree and watched the red taillights disappear into the distance. Guido was somewhat crude in his technique, but Maggie Howard was far better than he had hoped for.

  He walked slowly back to his own car considering the way the day had gone and what he had just witnessed. He smiled; he was going to enjoy training this one.

  Maggie sat up in bed, her thoughts racing. The room was dark except for a ribbon of moonlight falling through the open curtains and settling across her duvet. It had to have been a dream, didn’t it? A dream? More like a nightmare!

  She switched on the bedside light, and there on the bedside cabinet was Max Jordan’s contract. She closed her eyes, dropped her head into her hands for few seconds and then with a growing sense of determination got out of bed, pulled on her dressing gown and went across the landing to her office. This was ridiculous and dangerous. What did she think she was playing at?

  Maggie booted up her computer and began to compose an email.

  Dear Max, thank you very much for lunch today, and for your time, and for showing me some of the things your slaves have to endure.

  Her mind raced as the memories returned; was it endurance or enjoyment that lingered in her mind? Whichever it was she knew that however appealing the sensation it was also terrifying, perhaps too terrifying.

  It was a real struggle to keep her mind on the task in hand, but even so she continued.

  But I have, despite your parting words, come to the conclusion that I’m really not ready to be involved in the kind of activities you showed me - if I ever was. Thank you for your time.

  Best, Maggie Howard.

  She pressed Send, and as the message vanished into the ether she sat for a few moments wondering whether it was a great mistake or a narrow escape. Was it relief or a sense of loss that gripped her?

  For a few minutes she stared out of the office window into the night sky, trying to still her racing mind by picking out the constellations she recognised. What devil was it that Max Jordan had released? Certainly without his influence she wouldn’t have responded to Guido in the way she did. Maggie didn’t see herself as a slave or as naturally submissive, but there was no denying the kick of excitement she had felt whilst being at the two men’s mercy. Was it too late to put that particular genie back in the bottle?

  She padded back to bed, and as she turned off the light and closed her eyes it was Max Jordan’s face she saw.

  Chapter Five

  ‘So, how about coming out to dinner with me?’ said Simon Faraday, leaning across his office desk.

  Maggie, looking up from her computer screen, lifted an eyebrow quizzically. ‘I’m sorry?’

  She had popped in to work to sort out a few things for the piece she was writing on garden design and was - at least to the outside world - totally absorbed in what she was doing.

  Simon’s crooked smile didn’t falter. ‘I was just thinking, the last few times I’ve seen you, you’ve looked a bit down in the mouth. So I thought you could do with cheering up. There’s this really nice little seafood restaurant on the coast and I just thought…’

  Maggie put on a strained smile. She had assumed Max Jordan’s response would be to try and persuade her to change her mind about his proposition, but what she hadn’t been prepared for was the polite email accepting her decision and wishing her well. It was open now on her computer, and she’d read it over and over.

  But that, of course, wasn’t the end of it. In the week or so since their lunch date Maggie’s dreams had been haunted by compelling images of Max Jordan and Guido, and in quiet moments during the day she found her mind recreating a stunning collage of erotic images from her encounter with them. Thinking about it made her wet and excited and left her longing for more. It was the sweetest torture. Maggie closed her eyes, trying to convince herself that if she starved this newfound hunger it would, eventually, wither and die.

  ‘So, what do you think?’ asked Simon.

  Maggie looked up at him and blushed, hoping he c
ouldn’t see what had been in her mind and painfully aware that she hadn’t listened to a word he’d said. ‘I, um,’ she began. ‘The thing is, Simon, that I…’

  ‘That I’ll pick you up around eight, that’s all settled then,’ he said cheerfully.

  ‘No, I?’

  ‘We’re going to the Neptune. It’s so popular I was lucky to get a table at all.’

  ‘Eight?’ Maggie couldn’t quite get her head around what was going on.

  ‘Eight o’clock, that’s right, tonight,’ he insisted. ‘What’s the matter, not changed your mind already, have you?’ he laughed.

  She stared at him, bemused. Surely she hadn’t agreed to go out with Simon Faraday whilst daydreaming about Max Jordan?

  ‘I didn’t say I’d go,’ she said flatly; nothing was so important that she would have forgotten that.

  He pulled a face. ‘Oh come on, Maggie,’ he pressed. ‘You didn’t say you wouldn’t. And anyway, where’s the harm? Everyone else is going to be there. This way you can have a drink, relax, and let me do the driving.’

  Maggie shivered, recalling in graphic detail the last time someone had taken her for a drive.

  ‘Eight it is, then,’ he said, and before she could decline he was heading off across the office at top speed with a huge grin on his face. She looked back at the email and sighed. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing; she could do with a night out. Maybe she was being cruel; maybe Simon Faraday wasn’t so bad, really.

  Perhaps he was an acquired taste. Perhaps he had hidden depths. Maggie sighed; who was she trying to kid?

  ‘So who’s going to the Neptune with the delectable Simple Simon from accounts then?’ said one of the guys from of the graphics department on his way past her desk.