by Sarah Fisher
She stared at the screen, unsure whether to email or ring to ask Max for further instructions. Her instincts told her it was a test. She glanced at the lilies and decided to wait. A man who knew she was at the office rather than at home left nothing to chance. She’d have the information she needed as and when he decided she should.
‘Maggie?’ She instantly recognised Max’s voice on the mobile, and trembled slightly. The last thing she’d expected was for the phone he’d given her to ring while she was out with Simon’s clients.
‘Be at the address I sent you at eight tonight,’ he told her. ‘You have your instructions; you know what to wear.’
Across the room a waiter served wine and fruit juice to Simon’s corporate guests.
‘I - I’m sorry, I’m busy at the moment…’ she blustered. ‘I’m helping at a business dinner with Simon from accounts.’
‘Really?’ He didn’t sound amused. ‘Well get out of it. Unless, of course, you want to displease me? Or is this disobedience? Do you want to be punished?’
‘No, master…’ she said urgently, her pulse quickening.
‘Good, in that case I will see you at eight. I want your help with the training of another slave. I’ll be expecting you, the door will be unlocked, come straight in. And try to remember all you’ve been taught, Maggie. Don’t disappoint me…’ His voice was low and even, and before Maggie had the chance to reply he hung up.
Just then Simon beckoned her over, and she really didn’t know what to do for the best. ‘This place is great for a function room, isn’t it?’ he said, looking tense, clearly keen to make a good impression on his clients. ‘And the food is superb.’
She nodded. ‘It’s very nice, Simon,’ she agreed, ‘but I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you to it; something’s come up.’
He stared at her, looking agitated. ‘Leave?’ he whispered furiously. ‘But why? We’ve only just got here. I thought you said you’d help me out.’ She could see he was angry, and justifiably so.
‘I’m really sorry, Simon,’ she said, thinking on her feet. ‘But I’ve just had a call from an interview I’ve been chasing for weeks. They’re only in the country for a few days but the PR guy says they can see me tonight - another magazine has been bumped off the A list. I’m so sorry.’
Simon didn’t look very convinced. ‘So who is this mystery celebrity, then?’ he challenged.
‘Look, I really can’t talk about it,’ she fudged. ‘I’ve just got to go. I’m sorry.’
He sighed. ‘Okay, if you must.’
Maggie smiled, the knot in her stomach easing. ‘I owe you one,’ she said, and with the first hurdle out of the way she slipped into the cloakroom and took off the white lacy knickers and bra she’d bought at lunchtime, and looked at herself in the mirror. It wouldn’t take long to get ready. A little more make-up and a button or two more undone on her new white blouse, a little more perfume and she was ready. She smiled at her reflection, aware of the way the outline of her nipples showed through the thin fabric.
‘Wow,’ said Simon as she reappeared. ‘You look great. I hope this mystery celeb is worth it.’
Maggie reddened. ‘Were you waiting for me?’ she asked.
‘I just came to ask if you’d like me to drive you to the interview?’ he said. ‘After all, your car is back at the office.’
Maggie shook her head. ‘No, it’s all right,’ she declined the offer, ‘I’ve arranged for a taxi. And besides, this is your bash, you’re the host, Simon, you can hardly leave.’
Ten minutes later, settled in the back of a cab, she wondered what Max meant about helping him out with another slave. Did he mean Beau, perhaps, or someone else? As she allowed her imagination to run riot she felt a familiar stirring deep in the pit of her tummy, a hot tendril of arousal surging up through her like a lightening bolt. She made a point of keeping her eyes lowered in case the driver could see the desire sparkling in them.
Shortly before eight the taxi drew up outside the address Max had given her. As she climbed out into the anonymous suburban street the evening air touched her nakedness beneath the short skirt.
The taxi driver seemed to sense her apprehension. ‘You going to be all right on your own here, love?’ he asked as Maggie paid him.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, holding her coat tight, certain that somehow he knew that beneath it she was dressed for Max Jordan, as he had decreed she should be.
She shivered, watching the taillights of the taxi disappear around the corner, letting the sense of excitement and isolation thrill her. She drew a calming breathed, amazed at the change that had come over her since Max’s phone call.
The house he’d directed her to was a modern suburban villa on an executive estate, hidden away behind neatly trimmed shrubs and an expanse of manicured lawn. Maggie made her way up the drive, aware of her high heels crunching on the gravel.
The house was quiet as she let herself in through the front door. The hall was tastefully furnished but at the same time oddly featureless, as if styled from the pages of a Sunday magazine. Maggie hesitated, wondering what to do next, when she heard a familiar voice.
‘Up here,’ Max called.
She slipped off her coat and checked her appearance in the hall mirror, tucking the white blouse tighter into her skirt, pulling the thin fabric taut over her breasts so her nipples showed through. She climbed the stairs tentatively. There was only one door open on the landing, light spilling from it. Taking a deep breath she slipped into the bedroom, and gasped. In the luxuriously furnished room was a naked woman, tied facedown on the bed, a pillow under her hips, her raised buttocks crisscrossed with blotchy welts. Maggie stared, there was something terribly familiar about her, and then she realised with horror it was her lodger, Kay!
Her face was turned to one side, her long blonde hair fanned out across the white pillows, a black blindfold covering her eyes. She was breathing hard.
Max Jordan stood to one side of the bed, fully dressed, a black leather riding-crop held loosely at his side.
‘Come over here,’ he ordered, and as Maggie got close he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him with a brutal ferocity and gave her a crushing kiss. Maggie gasped, she could feel the heat in him and his animal arousal induced by the whipping he’d given Kay. He pressed his fingers between her legs, under her skirt, his fingers demanding entry, prising into Maggie’s already wet sex. She sighed with shameful pleasure.
He pulled away from the kiss, grabbed the front of her new blouse and ripped it open. There was no place for subtlety, and clenching his jaw he tore it away from her body completely, heedless of ruining her new garment.
Maggie cried out in shock, yet at the same time felt her body respond to the hungry assault. He leered and swooped to capture a nipple between his teeth, biting hard enough to make her cry out with pain. She began to writhe against him, astonished by her own hunger.
‘Please, master,’ she begged, barely aware of her own words, ‘please fuck me.’
‘Oh, so keen already?’ he said scornfully. ‘Not yet, my beautiful little slave, not yet. We have a long night ahead of us.’ He turned her away from him. ‘Give me your hands.’
Maggie did as she was told, aware of the paradox of fear and desire, aware that only a short while earlier such a request would have had her screaming for help. She felt the cold bite of the handcuffs snapping shut around her wrists, and then the light receding as Max tied a blindfold over her eyes.
‘You look magnificent,’ he said, hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees. She heard the sound of his trouser zip being lowered, felt his hand as it cupped her chin, holding her head still, and then the feel of his smooth helmet demanding entry to her mouth. Maggie opened for him, at that moment wanting nothing more than to give her master total pleasure. Kneeling in an act of worship, relishing the feel, the smell and the taste of his cock as it slid over her lips, she sighed with pure pleasure.
‘Suck me,’ he ordered, and then
held himself still. She obeyed, moving her head and using her lips and tongue to please him.
‘That’s it… that’s very good,’ he panted softly. ‘Good girl, that feels very good.’
Maggie moaned her reply as the taste of his growing excitement filled her mouth.
‘You know what you are, don’t you?’ he went on. ‘You’re my dirty little whore, my little slave… my slut. What other kind of a girl would abandon her boyfriend at my call, and hurry across town to let her body be used by another man?’ He began to thrust deeper into her mouth. ‘Mmmmm, yes… only a slut would let herself be used like this, on her knees, hands tied behind her back. Mmmmm, that’s it, suck harder you dirty little cunt. What sort of girl are you, Maggie? Letting her mouth be fucked… and wanting it. You do want it, don’t you, Maggie? Hmmm?’ Max paused, pulling his cock almost out of her mouth.
She groaned, feeling robbed, and then eased forward to draw his cock back deep into her mouth as the riding-crop licked at the cheeks of her backside.
‘Oh yes, that’s it… that’s it you dirty little slut. Suck harder, harder now.’
Max’s crude words and Maggie’s helplessness threatened to consume her. She pressed her thighs tight together, trying desperately to find a way to her own orgasm. Behind them she could hear Kay begging to be released, begging to be allowed to orgasm too. Max’s fingers tightened in Maggie’s hair, holding her head still as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.
‘Have you any idea how you look?’ he grunted thickly as his pleasure grew. It was almost too much for him. Maggie Howard kneeling in front of him, the excitement of Kay’s beating fresh in his mind. He gasped, struggling to hold on, struggling to hold back. He knew that both Maggie and Kay were desperate for release. Maggie was trembling, aching to touch herself as she sucked him. She looked every inch the perfect slut, her pretty tits available to be fondled and used, her short skirt bunching up around her waist, her cunt wet, almost totally exposed, waiting for a cock… any cock. He threw back his head and cried out with pleasure as the spunk pulsed up and out of his body and into Maggie’s sucking mouth. Behind them on the bed Kay wailed in fury and frustration because she couldn’t bring on her own orgasm. Jet after jet spewed from his cock, filling Maggie’s mouth as she tried valiantly to swallow it all. When almost totally spent he held her head still and thrust into her welcoming mouth, using her purely for his pleasure, prolonging his ejaculation and the last of the bliss.
As the final tremor dissipated his wilting cock plopped from Maggie’s mouth. She didn’t move, waiting like a good slave for whatever was to follow. Max bent down and cupped her wet sex.
‘Please, master,’ she whimpered, ‘please make me come.’
Max smiled. It was far too soon for that. From the cabinet by the bed he took out a small vibrator and eased it into her sex. She almost fell forward against him as he slid it into her, and set it vibrating at a slow throb. Maggie pushed down onto the carpet, shamelessly struggling to fuck herself on the plastic column.
‘There you are, my little whore, that should keep you happy for a while,’ he mused. ‘Although you have a lot more work to do before you are allowed to orgasm tonight.’
The doorbell rang and Max left the bedroom. Maggie felt a little rush of panic. She could hear the sounds of Max welcoming someone and then strained to pick out individual voices. No, there was more than one other voice, more than two, but how many? She could hear them climbing the stairs, drawing nearer, and then they fell silent.
Maggie blushed furiously under the blindfold, knowing that whomever Max had invited to join him in the bedroom was taking in the extraordinary sight of her and Kay.
Nothing was said, but she sensed people crowding around, and picked out the distinctive sounds of clothes being shed. She could also sense the growing excitement and anticipation.
She felt someone move close to her face and then heard Max’s distinctive Irish lilt. ‘Now, my little slut, do you remember why I told you I wanted you here tonight?’
‘Yes, to help you with Kay, master,’ she answered clearly.
Max’s fingers nipped her nipples, just hard enough for there to be a little pain, making her wince beneath the blindfold. ‘No, I told you what was going to happen to Kay, didn’t I?’
‘You said you wanted my help with the training of another slave.’
‘Good, and you’ll start helping right now.’ Maggie felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing her forward, and then her cheek was brushed by another stiff cock. ‘Open your mouth, my little slut,’ he whispered. ‘That’s what you’re here for tonight. I want you to make all these cocks hard. Make them ready to fuck Kay.’
Maggie’s futile response was instantly muffled as the cock moved across her cheek and thrust deep into her mouth. It felt different to Max’s, and a tremor of excitement rippled through her body as she realised what was happening, reduced to a sexual aid for men who cared nothing about who she was, only what she represented: pure pleasure without a name or a face. The idea of being reduced to nothing more than a sexual toy made her shiver. The man standing over her pushed deeper, making her work to please him, and Maggie let go, abandoning herself to the pleasure, to the sensation of each new cock as the men took turns in her mouth, and along with it was the knowledge that each of the cocks would soon be thrust into Kay’s prone body. She shivered, imagining her lodger being used over and over again.
Each man took his turn in her mouth, using it, enjoying it, panting huskily as she sucked until they were rigid. But each one pulled away before they ejaculated.
‘I want you to get up now,’ Max eventually said, removing the dildo, Maggie shuddering as it slipped out of her pulsating cunt. He pulled her to her feet, guiding her forward, unfastening the cuffs. Then with him holding her hand she was led across the room and cringed with shock as her fingertips were lowered to Kay’s smooth calves.
‘Here,’ said Max, pressing a tube of something into her palm. ‘My friends have come to play, Maggie. They’re all going to fuck Kay now, one right after the other, some in her arse, some in her cunt, some in her mouth. You’ve made their cocks nice and hard for her, and now I think you’d better make her ready for them, don’t you?’
Maggie felt Kay tremble under her fingers as she heard the instructions. ‘I can’t, I don’t know how…’ she said. The only female she’d ever been intimate with was Freya, and on that occasion Freya had taken the lead. And worse still, Kay was her friend, someone she shared her house with.
‘Maggie,’ Max warned, his tone threatening, and she knew that disobeying him was a bad idea. So slowly, fearfully, she slipped forward onto the bed and ran her hands up the backs of Kay’s bound and parted legs, seeking the girl’s sex.
‘Please,’ Maggie begged, ‘please may I see what I’m doing?’
‘Not yet, Maggie,’ he denied her. ‘I just want you to touch her, to feel her body. Now do as you’re told or I’ll take the crop to you and to her. Hold out your hand.’
Max squeezed a greasy cream onto her raised fingers, and she obediently and blindly lubricated between Kay’s beaten buttocks, surprised when the girl lifted her hips to her tentative touch, actually twisting beneath her fingers, the lubricant coating her tight anus. Instinctively Maggie slipped a single finger inside, and then ventured another, and Kay began to moan and thrust against her, trying to work the fingers deeper still.
Maggie imagined the men gathered around the bed, watching the two of them together, lining up to use Kay’s trussed body. Maggie’s fingers slid deeper, fucking Kay while her other hand fumbled between her own legs, gasping as her fingers touched her throbbing pleasure bud. The men were urging her on, and she could feel her orgasm drawing closer and closer…
‘Stop!’ Max’s voice cut through the air as the riding-crop swiped viciously across Maggie’s buttocks. Panting, groaning, no more than seconds away from her orgasm, she fell still, trembling, denied the closeness of release. He guided her down off the bed to kneel on the
floor at the foot of it, and then he handcuffed her to the metal frame.
She felt his warm breath on her neck as he bent over to whisper in her ear. ‘Do you know what my friends are going to do now, Maggie?’
She could say nothing.
‘Do you know?’ he pressed, and she nodded. ‘Then tell me, little one, what do you think they are going to do now?’
‘They’re going to fuck her, master,’ she said.
‘And where are they going to fuck her, Maggie?’
‘In her cunt, in her arse, in her mouth,’ she whispered, horrified by the crude words coming from her mouth and lurid images forming in her head.
‘Yes, they’re going to fuck her, Maggie,’ he confirmed. ‘They’re going to fuck her until she screams with pleasure.’ Max ran a finger down her spine, and she shivered. ‘And then, my dear, they are going to fuck you.’
Before she could fully absorb the implications of what he said she felt the bed move under her hands and realised that more than anything else she wanted to be able to see what was happening. The mattress strained and suddenly Kay was begging.
‘Oh yes, yes, please fuck me, please, please fuck me…’ the words breaking into a deluge of incoherent sobs as the bed began to move rhythmically. Maggie strained against the cuffs, hungry to see, desperate to watch.
It was more than she could bear - the sounds, the movements, all contriving to drive her crazy with anticipation and desire. Some part of her, she was horrified to realise, was desperate to see Kay being fucked and used.
She was aware of hands on her hips, and knew Max was behind her, watching Kay being fucked. ‘Tell me, master, please,’ she begged. ‘Tell me what you see.’
He sniggered, stroked her bottom with the crop, and then administered a stinging blow across it. ‘Listen, my dear, listen to them, and imagine her being fucked by my friends!’
Maggie sighed with frustration, and heard the man fucking Kay begin to pant and gasp. He was close to the brink, ready to explode inside her body, and then Maggie knew he was there. She heard him groan, heard him grunt, and in her mind she saw him thrusting stiffly into Kay’s helpless body, saw his whole frame tensing as he emptied his balls in the girl’s available sex.