A Slave From Scratch
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She was pleasantly surprised the next morning when Maria unlocked the bedroom door and waved her out. They ate breakfast in silence and then, after a shower, Alex went about her chores. By lunchtime, Alex was practically shivering with nerves, sure now that Maria had something terrible planned for that evening. As the afternoon moved into evening, Maria noticed Alex’s fearful behaviour and she laughed nastily, ‘You look like a slave in need of a damn good whipping.’
Alex looked at her, not comprehending what she had said.
Maria sighed, ‘How do they ever expect to make a slave out of you? You haven’t got a clue, have you?’
‘This life is new to me ...’ Alex whispered, although she had no idea why she was excusing herself to this woman.
‘A slave ... a true slave ... who has been too long between whippings starts to fidget and fuss like you have all afternoon,’ she lifted her eyebrows, ‘They’re like drug addicts who haven’t had their fix.’ She studied Alex’s, small naked frame and her lips curled with distaste, ‘You’re so damn fragile ... I wonder if I should even take you tonight.’ She rubbed her chin thoughtfully and sighed, as if coming to a difficult decision, ‘but I need to make friends with someone and you are the perfect way in.’ She stepped closer to Alex, her sharp blue eyes boring into hers, ‘You’re going to meet someone very special tonight,’ she announced, ‘you should be honoured.’
Alex had been stripped and then told to wait in this room. It was the room of a slave, there was no doubt about that. Only slightly larger than her own room, it had a single bed and nothing else but a narrow shelf that was smothered with dildos. Alex couldn’t help but wonder who she was waiting for. With no clock, it was impossible to know how long she waited, but it seemed to take forever.
The woman who entered was small and athletic, her long black hair shone around her neck and shoulders. Her skin glistened with sweat and numerous welts and marks of a harsh beating. As she turned to close the door, Alex saw the perfect imprint of an F on her right buttock. She stared at the scar, unsure what she was seeing. Then suddenly the breath caught in her throat when she realised that the scar was a burn. Someone had branded this woman. The woman slowly turned and studied Alex with dark, deep eyes. Alex couldn’t help but shrink away from that stare. She had met many masters and mistresses but none of them scared her as much as this woman did. Alex had never met a true slave before and now she realised exactly what Maria had been talking about. Power and submission rolled off the woman in equal measure and Alex was suddenly terrified. The woman saw that fear and a tiny smile creased her lips, making Alex’s fear deepen and settle deep between her legs.
‘You’re a fragile looking one, aren’t you?’ she didn’t wait for an answer but just continued, ‘What do they call you?’
‘Alex,’ she whispered.
‘Do you know how to fuck ... Alex?’
‘Yes ...’ she replied fearfully, her eyes glancing quickly towards the array of dildos that had been placed on the shelf to her right.
‘Right now, my losing opponent is probably being strung up to await her punishment ...’ she smiled, her hand moving to her breasts, ‘... that is her reward for losing and you ...’ she moved to the side of the room and lifted a thin crop from the rack, ‘... you are my reward for winning.’
Alex stared at the crop. Her heart thumped against her ribs when she wondered if she would be required to use that on the woman. Something akin to relief flooded through her when she was told to present her arse. The relief was short-lived because as soon as she was on her hands and knees, the crop sliced her buttocks. She gave a pain filled yelp that caused a snort of derision from the other woman. Three more harsh blows followed and tears rolled down Alex’s cheeks.
‘For fuck’s sake,’ the woman said angrily, ‘I always like to make a whore cry but ... you could have held off a little longer.’
‘I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m not experienced.’
Another blow from the crop and she cried out, almost falling forward.
‘I am not your Mistress!’ the woman yelled and delivered more blows, driving Alex to the floor. ‘Call me Max!’
‘I’m sorry,’ Alex sobbed, ‘Max, please, I’m sorry ... let me fuck you and I will show you how sorry I am.’
Max threw the crop aside and grabbed the largest strap-on dildo from the shelf. She threw it at Alex, her lips curling with disgust. ‘Be thankful that I only have a little time before my Mistress requires my presence.’
Alex quickly fastened the dildo around her waist and followed Max to the bed. The slave bent over it, presenting her welt smothered, branded arse. Alex quickly positioned the dildo but stopped when Max held her hand up, ‘I have just been whipped and burned, I have sucked more cocks than I care to remember and I have done it all with no relief for myself ... you fuck me hard or I will show you what a hard fucking really is!’
Alex slammed the dildo forward as hard as she could and she was stunned that Max’s only response was to lift her head and close her eyes. She thrust harder and harder, using all her strength to slam the dildo into her. But all she could elicit from the slave were small quivers along her spine and a quickening of her breath. Alex feared that her efforts were less than pleasing, why else would the slave barely respond. She worked as hard as she could, sweat running down her face and neck, between her thighs and breasts. Soon she was breathless with effort but still the slave stayed silent. After a few minutes, Max suddenly thrust back, almost knocking Alex backwards. She shuddered and then pulled away from the dildo, pulling herself upright. She gave a small shudder before pulling open the door and leaving.
Alex stared at the closed door, stunned. Then she looked down at the glistening dildo that protruded from her pelvis. Slowly, with quivering hands, she unfastened the belt and moved slowly to the bed. She was about to lie on it but stopped herself, instead kneeling in front of it. She held the dildo in both hands, her elbows resting on the mattress. Slowly, not really knowing why, she moved her lips to the tip of the dildo and flicked her tongue across the slick dome. She groaned as she tasted Max, the musky scent and taste of the slave suddenly driving her lips down the shaft of the dildo. She cleaned every last drop of juice from the phallus, even licking the fake balls clean. And then, desperate to feel it, she spun round and leant back against the bed, spreading her thighs. The thick cock slid easily into her pussy and she turned it so that the moulded balls could press against her clitoris. Her head fell back against the mattress and she closed her eyes, groaning. She fucked herself harshly, keeping her eyes shut and imagining that it was Max driving the dildo into her. She gasped, her other hand gripping her breast, teasing the nipple. Her hand dropped to the floor as she lifted her hips to meet her own downward thrust and her fingers brushed against a pool of dampness on the carpet. She realised that this was the evidence of Max’s pleasure and she gasped loudly, tensing as she forced the dildo as deep as she could. She gave a small cry, quickly putting her forearm across her mouth to stifle any more noise as she climaxed, falling onto her side and squeezing her thighs tightly together.
She climbed quickly to her feet when the door opened and Maria entered. The other woman studied her, a look of amused anger crossing her features when she saw the glistening dildo and the flush at Alex’s neck.
‘Did you have fun?’ she asked, although it was clear that she wasn’t expecting an answer. She threw Alex her clothes and tapped her hand impatiently against her thigh as Alex quickly dressed. She drove them back to the house and ordered Alex straight to the playroom. Alex thought that Maria intended to punish her for what she had done after servicing Alex but Maria just wanted to enjoy her. After using a paddle on her buttocks, she tightly clamped her nipples and hung thin chains from them. Then she used those chains to dictate the pace with which Alex fucked her, tugging on them harshly and lifting her hips to meet the hard, downward thrusts.
‘Did you
fuck her like this?’ Maria moaned.
‘No,’ Alex replied through gritted teeth, her hands holding Maria thighs as she slammed into her.
‘How did you fuck her?’
‘She had her back to me ... she bent over the bed.’
‘Doggie style ...’ Maria sighed and closed her eyes, ‘... yes, Max likes to be fucked from behind.’ She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Alex, crushing her painfully between her thighs. ‘Fuck me harder you fucking whore,’ she groaned, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. Alex cried out as she tugged on the chains but rather than try to pull away, she redoubled her efforts to make her come. ‘That’s it ...’ Maria hissed, tipping her head back, arching her neck, ‘... oh fuck ... yesssss!’ Alex continued to drive into her until she waved for her to stop, ‘Enough,’ she gasped.
Alex pulled the dildo free and sat back on her haunches, awaiting the next command.
‘Go and run a bath,’ Maria ordered, ‘We’re not done yet.’ Alex gave a small nod and started to remove the belt but Maria shook her head, ‘Leave it on.’
Sighing, Alex moved for the door and climbed the stairs, dragging her weary legs up each step. She counted each one as she climbed and knew that she would be counting the days until Kate retuned with the same weary, resignation.
Anniversary
Alex was so grateful when Kate returned from Scotland that she thought of little else in the weeks that followed. She worked hard to please Kate and their Master, desperate to make them appreciate her and never leave her with Maria again. She wanted to tell Kate about what had happened but she feared reprisals on both sides. So instead she concentrated on trying to be a good slave and learn, as quickly as she could, what that actually meant. If Kate noticed a change in Alex, she didn’t comment on it. Instead she seemed lost in her own conflicting worlds between her life as Gary’s wife and as his slave. Since returning from Scotland, Gary spent more and more time at the club and what time he did spend with Kate was often a few hours of humiliation and pain. Alex helped Kate to suffer his attentions, pleasuring her to the best of her ability whenever she could, sometimes unbidden and of her own volition. Alex was always punished for taking the initiative but Kate always pleasured her afterwards and she never saw the punishments as a reason to stop doing it. Alex’s life became all about sex and pain, pleasure and ache. The weeks moved into months in the blink of an eye, unnoticed by Alex who had stopped keeping track of time and its passing. All that mattered was Kate and her commands and desires. Alex knew that there was something else important, something she should remember, but it was so hard to clear her thoughts. She trusted that Kate would let her know what she needed to know if the matter arose. On occasions, Kate reminded Alex of her plan to get away from her husband and that caused a memory of someone important. But after the week she had spent with Maria, all Alex could think about was staying with Kate. When Kate told her that it was too risky to go to the club for a while, Alex was just grateful that that meant more time alone together.
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Alex slowly lifted her tongue from the crevices of Kate’s pussy and flicked at the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Kate groaned, tipping her head back against the sofa. Alex was kneeling on the floor, her head buried between Kate’s perfect thighs. Alex’s back was striped with thin lines of red, marks delivered by Kate as Alex had sucked their Master’s cock. He had shot his come deep in her throat and she had swallowed most of it, some dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Kate had kissed her and licked her face clean, her actions revealing the arousal that had driven the crop harshly across the slave’s back. Just before that, their Master had enjoyed Kate for almost two hours, driving her to the point of climax, only to drag her back again. She had begged and pleaded for him to give her release but he had only laughed and tortured her further. In the background, a laptop computer played a film. Several slaves were being abused and tortured on the screen but Alex paid no attention, she had eyes only for Kate and her suffering. The sound of the slaves was just background noise to the sound of Kate’s cries and pleas. Finally satisfied, their Master had left to attend to some business. The door had barely closed before Alex moved to Kate who leant back against the wall, her legs spread. Their breasts pushed together as Alex moved closer, her hand slipping between Kate’s thighs. It took a few small thrusts before Kate sobbed in climax and her legs gave way. Alex moved with her as she slipped to the floor, her fingers still buried inside her. Kate gasped again, spreading her legs wider, ‘I need more,’ she gasped.
Nodding, Alex went to retrieve a thick strap-on dildo. Kate licked her lips as she watched Alex slowly fastening the phallus around her waist, taking her time adjusting the straps that circled her buttocks. ‘I should punish you for moving so fucking slowly,’ Kate whispered.
Alex lifted her eyes for a moment, ‘If that would please you, Miss,’
‘The only thing I want is to feel that cock ramming into me, slave.’
Alex quivered at the name and dropped to her knees. Gasping with desire, Kate rolled onto her knees and pushed her buttocks back towards her. Alex positioned the dildo and slammed forward, making Kate scream. She fucked her to multiple climaxes before she slowly withdrew the fake cock and nudged her tighter entrance. Kate gasped and closed her eyes but didn’t tell her to stop. Holding Kate’s buttocks, Alex slowly pushed forward. Kate cried out and gritted her teeth. Lubricated only by her juice, the phallus inched painfully into her anus but Kate quivered with delight, her desire so pronounced that the pain only heightened the pleasure. Suddenly Kate threw her head back and screamed, ‘Oh fuck, yes!’ Alex continued to ram the phallus into her until Kate begged her to stop.
Once recovered, Kate dressed and they moved into the living room. When she saw the marks on Alex’s back she took her time studying them. Her arousal grew once more and Kate spread her thighs. Alex had needed no further instruction. She worked slowly, allowing the pleasure to build, her intention to offer more lasting satisfaction when the time came.
‘Having fun?’
Kate jumped and gasped fearfully, pushing Alex away as she quickly pulled her skirt down. ‘How did you get in?’ she demanded.
‘That lovely Maria let me in,’ the man in the doorway replied. ‘She’s gone to let Gary know I’m here.’
Alex stared at him as he moved to the sofa and couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere.
‘I didn’t know Maria was here,’ Kate sighed, smoothing a crease in her skirt.
The man shrugged as he sat down next to her, his hand moving to push her skirt up and rest on her naked thigh. ‘When is your Master going to let me have you?’
Kate stood quickly, backing away from him, ‘My husband will never let you lay a hand on me.’
The man’s eyes narrowed as he said harshly, ‘Your husband is a shit bag and he might be about to pay me off for a while - but the payment won’t last forever.’
Alex gasped, suddenly remembering who he was. A flash and she was suddenly in a dark police cell - he was standing over her. ‘Want me to drop the burglary charges?’ The sound of the zipper had been so loud it had drowned out the noise of the cell door opening. She had been so scared.
Then another voice had echoed around the cell, ‘Sorry, Kent, her mate has come forward to give her a cast iron alibi. The Desk Sergeant says to cut her loose.’
‘What fucking friend?’
‘Mia,’ Alex gasped and only when Kate and the policeman glared at her did she realise she had spoken out loud.
Kate’s surprise was quickly covered by her anger, ‘Go to the dungeon and wait for punishment,’ she snarled.
‘Yes, Miss,’ Alex climbed quickly to her feet and walked towards the door.
Suddenly the policeman grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, ‘Do I know you?’
‘Take your hand off my slave, Sergeant Kent,’ Kate demanded.
Kate didn’t answer as she pushed past him, ushering Alex out of the room.
Alex went to the dungeon but was surprised when Kate closed the door without joining her. Sighing, Alex moved to the centre of the room and knelt, hands behind her back, and waited for her.
It was perhaps half an hour later that Kate opened the door and stepped into the room. Alex kept her head bowed as she listened to her approach. After a few moments, she slowly lifted her gaze and was surprised to see Kate leaning against the wall, as if she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up. As if to confirm it, Kate slowly slid down the wall and held her face in her hands.
‘Miss?’ Alex gasped and quickly crawled over, ‘Miss, what’s wrong?’
Kate slowly lifted her gaze and cleared her throat, wiping the back of her hand across her eyes. She gave a sad laugh, ‘It seems that you have been with us for nearly a year.’
Alex was surprised but didn’t respond.
‘We have to get our plan back on track,’ Kate announced, wiping her eyes again and shaking her head as if to clear unwanted thoughts.