A Slave From Scratch

by Kim Knight

  Alex drove forward, forcing her anger into her movements but it was obvious that her actions would only amuse the other woman so she settled for working at pleasuring her as quickly as possible. Thankfully, Maria seemed just as keen to be done quickly and within minutes she was thrusting her hips up to meet the downward thrusts of the phallus. Suddenly she shuddered and relaxed, closing her eyes and licking her lips as her orgasm rippled along her skin.

  Maria rolled over, tipping Alex onto the floor. Then she stood and dressed before taking the phallus from her. Once it was tucked away in her bag, she turned for the door and made Alex follow.

  Twenty minutes later and Alex stood beneath the shower, rubbing the hair clippings from her shoulders. Before she left, Maria had told her that Kate wanted her hair kept short and so she would be looking forward to her next trim. Then she had left her to shower, closing the door behind her. Alex stared at the white wall, studying small clippings of her hair that had stuck to the wet tile. How long had she been here to mean that she required another hair cut? Clearly it had been weeks, could it be months?

  The sound of the door opening made Alex turn the shower off and reach for a towel. As she dried she glanced over at Kate who was flushed with the signs of recent climax.

  ‘You will start doing chores today,’ she announced, ‘an hour of chores first and then you may have breakfast.’

  Alex was thoughtful for a moment, would chores mean that she had more freedom around the house? Kate noticed her reaction and slowly lifted her hand, hanging from her fingers was a glinting chain and cuffs. ‘Don’t treat me like a fucking idiot,’ she snarled angrily and bent to slip the cuffs around her ankles. She looked at the chain, it was long enough to enable her to walk slowly but that was all. She realised that Kate had misinterpreted her expression but that didn’t stop her from realising that she would have to be careful. When angry, Kate could be as scary as her husband.

  After breakfast, Alex was sent upstairs to clean the bathroom. As she cleaned, she could hear Marshall talking on the phone in the bedroom while he dressed. She could hear the words but could make no sense of them. As she listened, she could work out enough to know that he was inviting people to a party. She remembered the night that she had watched Kate being fucked by different men and her heart suddenly sank. If he was planning another night like that, then there was nothing to stop them from taking her as well. She cleaned furiously, eager to force the thoughts from her mind.

  Later, when Marshall had gone out and Alex was kneeling at Kate’s feet in the living room, she asked, ‘Miss, is Master planning a party?’

  Kate sighed, ‘I will answer your questions first but then I will have to punish you for not asking for permission to speak ... and for taking an interest in Master’s business.’

  Alex lowered her head, ‘Yes, Miss.’

  Kate lifted the ever-present flogger and rested the strands on Alex’s naked shoulder, ‘Master is planning a party for this weekend. Now answer me, why ask?’

  ‘I am worried about what will happen,’ Alex replied, ‘after what I saw them doing to you.’

  ‘You think that they are going to want to fuck you?’

  ‘Will they?’

  ‘Of course!’ Kate laughed again and stroked the strands of the flogger down her back, ‘The party this weekend is the next step in your training - you will soon be required to earn your keep.’

  The meaning of her words slowly sank in and Alex gasped, ‘You are going to prostitute me?’

  Her laugh was harsh, ‘You are a slave, to call you a prostitute would be to name you above your station.’

  Alex felt tears welling in her eyes at the harshness of her words.

  ‘Stand up,’ Kate commanded, ‘kneel on the sofa and grip the back.’

  She did so, tears rolling down her cheeks even before the first of several harsh blows fell across her buttocks.

  ‘Why are you crying?’ Kate asked softly, even as she delivered the terrible blows. ‘Answer me or I will add more to your punishment.’

  Alex sobbed and coughed, ‘Miss ... I ... can’t explain.’

  ‘Then I shall add ten more lashes for failing to answer me,’

  Alex sobbed again, her head falling forward as she suffered the rest of the blows.

  ‘Remember this punishment, whore, it will remind you that a slave does not ask questions, does not aim higher than her station and that a slave accepts her position and the pain and pleasure that it brings.’ Kate lowered the flogger and her hands suddenly gripped her hips, pulling her sideways so that she fell to the floor. ‘And just in case you were wondering, there is where you belong. To aim above your station is to try to get off the floor, do you understand me?’

  ‘Yes, Miss,’ she sobbed.

  ‘And to help you remember, you are to stay on your knees for the rest of the day.’

  ‘Yes, Miss.’

  ‘When the weekend comes, you will better understand,’ Kate announced and then left the room, leaving Alex to complete her cleaning chores as best she could.

  Later that day, she was punished again for failing to clean properly.

  ***

  The weekend arrived too quickly and Alex fingered the collar at her neck nervously as she waited for Kate to come and get her. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her palms together, grimacing as she felt sweat sliding between them. She rubbed her hands on her thighs and shivered. She tried to tell herself that it couldn’t be as bad as she was imagining. After all, at Kate’s command she had sucked and pleasured three different men one after the other, surely it couldn’t be much different than that. She sighed angrily and stood up, annoyed at the way she was torturing herself.

  ‘Just remember why you’re here,’ she told herself and rubbed her eyes. She had helped Mia to break in, it was her fault that Mia had got mixed up with these people and god only knew what else. She had to do something, had to find her friend and make amends for what she had done.

  The door opened and Kate stepped in. She was dressed in a gorgeous, crimson dress that accentuated her feminine curves and natural tan. Alex knew that she was staring but she didn’t care, she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. Despite everything that she had done, everything she still planned to do, Alex felt her stomach clench whenever she saw her and her heart raced that little bit faster. There was no doubt that Kate was aware of the effect that she had on Alex but never spoke of it, she was clearly allowing it to run its natural course ... to wherever it might lead. Alex turned away, forcing her eyes away from the woman. She couldn’t afford to get caught up in some strange devotion to the enigmatic woman. If she fell for her, she might never stop falling.

  Kate must have seen the conflicting emotions shifting across her eyes and she slowly approached, her voice soft, ‘It’s natural to be afraid ... I won’t punish you for it.’

  Alex nodded, ‘Thank you, Miss.’

  She smiled at the response, nodding at the sign of the lessons being learnt. ‘Perform well tonight, do as you are asked and you will be rewarded ... I promise.’ She stared at Alex, her eyes making it clear that the opposite was also true.

  Alex’s eyes darkened with thoughts of potential pleasures that awaited her ... and potential punishment.

  ‘Yes,’ Kate agreed, nodding, ‘I will reward you with pleasure but more than that, earn our Master’s praise and you will be given more freedom around the house.’

  Alex looked up sharply, her eyes widening. More freedom around the house could mean access to rooms currently forbidden her - like Marshall’s study. Yet again, Kate misinterpreted her reaction, ‘He may permit me to remove your chains while you are doing your chores,’ she announced, ‘but, as you know, the windows and doors will remain locked.’

  ‘I don’t want to leave,’ Alex whispered in response, hoping to earn some of that badly needed trust. �
�Not yet,’ she silently added.

  ‘I’d like to believe that,’ Kate smiled and gently stroked Alex’s cheek, ‘I long for the day when I can watch Master whipping you for pleasure and pleasure alone ... when you will scream and beg him to fuck you.’

  Alex swallowed as her mouth dried, her eyes widening.

  ‘I long to see you submit to our Master,’ she whispered and stepped closer, their lips brushing as she spoke, ‘The taste of a broken slave’s pussy is so much more exquisite.’

  Alex stepped back, her legs hitting the bed. ‘Broken?’

  Kate gave a small shrug, ‘A term ... nothing more. It would simply mean that you know and accept your place in the scheme of things.’

  Alex wanted to say something, anything that would make Kate think that she agreed and she saw that in her future. But she knew that the other woman would hear the lie.

  Kate’s eyes narrowed slightly but it was amusement not anger that Alex saw there. ‘That is not a question for tonight,’ she replied and turned for the door, ‘Shall we?’

  Alex wanted to stay behind Kate as the sound of the party grew louder. A few men were standing in the hallway and greeted Kate as she descended the stairs.

  ‘A hostess tonight, my dear?’ one of the older men asked as he took her hand and kissed the back, ‘What a shame,’

  ‘You flatter me, Master Massen,’ she smiled, lowering her eyes. ‘Perhaps next time?’

  ‘I shall hold you to that,’

  She smiled at him and nodded as she moved past and towards the living room. As they entered, the group of men turned to face them, raising their glasses in a toast. Their Master approached, dressed impeccably in a dark tuxedo. He took Kate’s hand and leant towards her ear, ‘You look gorgeous,’ he announced.

  Kate smiled at him, her cheeks warming with pleasure. ‘Thank you, Gary.’

  He nodded and led her into the room, Alex following closely behind. As she entered she kept her head bowed but still managed to look around. For the first time she realised that there were other women present. They were all naked and wore a variety of collars around their necks. There were almost as many women as there were men and Alex realised that many of them must have brought a slave with them.

  ‘So, this is your pet?’

  Alex jumped as someone’s finger touched her shoulder.

  The hand fell away and the man who had spoken said with a hint of anger, ‘A little ill-disciplined, isn’t she?’

  ‘Inexperienced,’ Kate replied quickly, ‘not ill-disciplined.’

  ‘Unlike some,’ he announced with a curl of his lip as he studied Kate and her dress, ‘I shall enjoy the other slaves tonight, I think.’

  Kate and Marshall nodded and stared at him as he walked away. ‘Why did you invite him?’ Kate whispered.

  ‘I didn’t,’ Marshall responded, ‘Maria handled the invitations.’

  ‘Maria,’ Kate sighed.

  ‘Not now,’ Marshall hissed, his hand going around her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin. His point made, Marshall moved his arm and then turned away from her.

  Kate turned to Alex and lowered her voice, ‘Do everything that is asked of you, do you understand?’

  Alex swallowed and nodded slowly, ‘Yes, Miss.’

  Kate nodded to a space by one of the walls, ‘Wait over there.’

  Nodding, Alex moved to the space. Two other slaves stood beside her but none of them spoke or even looked at each other.

  Nearly half an hour passed and the two slaves who had stood with her had been taken to service some of the Masters. Alex stood with her head bowed, listening to the sounds that echoed around her. Gasps, cries, grunts, the sound of whips or hands striking flesh. The sounds, although familiar, were alien due to the sheer depth and extent. It was hard to pick one particular noise from another so she let the noise slide over her, slowly feeling her arousal growing with every passing moment.

  ‘Turn around, hands up.’

  She jumped but turned quickly, pressing her hands against the wall above her head. She felt his hands run over her body, pressing at her buttocks. She gasped as his palm slapped the flesh. He only hit her once, as if testing her.

  ‘Turn.’

  She did so and realised that it was the man who had spoken to Kate at the bottom of the stairs. She turned her head as he lifted his hand to slap her breast. She kept her head turned to the side as he slapped the other breast.

  ‘You’re stronger than you look,’ he announced as his finger pinched her nipples, ‘Open your legs,’

  She hesitated and then slowly slipped her legs apart.

  ‘You really are inexperienced, aren’t you?’ He smiled as he freed his cock and stepped forward. She felt the tip of his cock nudging at her cunt and closed her eyes, holding her breath. He smiled again as he drove into her, lifting her onto her toes. He withdrew and then thrust again, making her gasp. His mouth moved to the side of her face, kissing and licking the flesh, ‘God, you’re fucking tight,’ he groaned as he continued to thrust into her. Suddenly he shuddered and she expected to feel his hot come filling her but he pulled free and moved away to find further entertainment.

  Alex slumped back against the wall, her chest heaving. The emptiness of her pussy was almost painful, the fact that he had not chosen to finish in her made her feel ... worthless. Tears sprang into her eyes and she bit her lip, keeping her emotions at bay. She had just been fucked by a complete stranger, he hadn’t asked her permission to do so and she had just let him. Less than a fortnight ago she had been a virgin and now she was panting because a stranger’s cock had filled her pussy and left her aroused and empty. What the fuck had happened to her?

  ‘Is that how a slave stands?’

  Alex quickly straightened but it was too late, the young Master was already sliding the belt from his trousers. ‘Turn around, bend at the waist.’

  She did so, pressing her hands against the wall again but, this time, lower down so that her buttocks were presented.

  The first blow landed with devastating force and she lifted her head, crying out.

  ‘Quiet,’ the young man snarled, ‘Or I’ll have to gag you.’

  He struck her again, harder than before as he strove to draw a cry from her lips. She bit her lip, desperate to hold onto her cry. He struck her again and again, each blow harder than the last. She sobbed and quivered as she fought to keep her cry from tearing from her throat. But his intention was clear and he continued to beat her until she cried out loudly and her knees gave way.

  ‘Pathetic,’ he laughed and then refastened his belt before leaving her sobbing on the floor.

  He had chosen not to fuck her and that made her feel all the more wretched. Sobbing, she lifted herself and stood on shaking legs. This was more than she had ever experienced before and her mind warred with her body over how to respond. She wanted to run from the room, to find a way out of this house, to escape the madness. But she stayed, another part of her eager to see how much she could take. After all, she had taken the punishment, she had survived the belt slicing her buttocks and the terrible stinging was starting to ease as her arousal fed off the pain. She wondered if Kate had seen her take the punishment. The man had called her pathetic but she knew that she had taken the punishment well, at least compared to the beatings that she had had previously. Had Kate seen? Had she been pleased with her performance? She longed to lift her head and find the other woman amongst the sea of people. But if she chose to stay, if she chose to ignore the part of that screamed for her to escape, then she would have to perform as expected and so she kept her head bowed.

  It was a few more minutes before another man approached her and ordered her to turn around. He studied the lines across her buttocks, ‘What were they for?’

  ‘Master, I was not standing properly.’

  ‘Is
that right?’ he shook his head and ordered her to turn round. As she faced him again she gasped when she saw the flogger in his hand. She had seen floggers before but this one had several strands of leather that had been knotted at the end.

  ‘Hands on head,’ he said matter of factly.

  Alex gave a small sob as she slowly lifted her hands. This time her eyes did search the room for Kate. She found her and a brief moment of relief flooded through her when their eyes met. Kate looked from Alex to the man who was in front of her and then she returned to her conversation as if she hadn’t even seen them.

  ‘Head up,’ the man sighed, ‘elbows out.’

  She did as she was ordered, whimpering softly.

  ‘For fuck’s sake, girl, I haven’t even touched you yet,’ he laughed and lifted the flogger. It striped her breasts and she cried out as the terrible strands bruised her sensitive flesh. She shuddered as the man lifted the flogger again. Nine more blows found her breasts, each tearing a cry from his lips. Her eyes quickly filled with tears that rolled down her cheeks. When she realised that he had finished with the beating, she blinked the tears away and saw that she was alone once more. Her pussy ached terribly and she gave a small sob. Her body had learnt that following pain there was pleasure. That was what Kate had taught her and to now have that pleasure denied only served to increase her arousal.

  The next two hours continued in a similar way. Men would come and beat her or fuck her for a few moments but none lasted for long or finished within her. By the end of the two hours she could barely stand and had to lean back against the wall to prevent herself from falling. Her skin was smothered in welts, marks of the various whips that had been cast across her flesh. Her pussy ached from the unfulfilling attentions and her throat was raw from the gasps and cries that had escaped her.

  ‘Do you wish to be punished again?’

  She recognised the voice as the older Master who had used her first. She forced herself to stand upright, ‘Sorry, Master.’

  ‘Perhaps you require a seat.’ He turned and she followed him to the sofa. One end of the sofa was occupied by a slave who was kneeling on the cushions, leaning over the back to suck the cock of the Master who stood behind it. As she worked at his hard penis, a second Master drove into her pussy. The older Master sat down. He was naked now and his cock stood proudly, awaiting Alex’s pussy. She moved to straddle him but he slapped her buttock and told her to turn. She turned her back on him and his hands gripped her waist, pulling her back. She gasped and groaned as she was pulled down onto his cock. It filled her wonderfully and she couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure, closing her eyes. He laughed as he sensed her arousal, his hands going to her breasts. ‘Hmmm ... perhaps you are not as worthless as you first appeared.’