by Aaron Evans
Her warm, sweet honey began to pour from her onto my face. She pushed herself back to my mouth, and pulled on my poor breasts until I screamed.
“Drink up you bitch. Oh, drink me…”
Her sweet honey poured into my mouth, and she was trembling on top of me. She sat there for a long minute, and moaning and whispering words no one had ever heard.
I tasted her secrets; I relished her as her juice poured into me. It made me wet to think about that I had literally eaten her, that she was part of my body now.
Then, she took the clamps from my nipples, making me scream as she did. They always hurt the worst at that last instant.
"Thank you, Mistress." Oh God. My poor nipples. I thought I would cry with relief. “Thank you for using my face."
She smirked at me as she stepped off the bed. She trailed one lone finger down my body, and then slipped it into me. I was so wet. I was practically steaming for her. I arched my back and moaned.
"You're going to have to leave this alone for the day, little ‘Tasia. You will be plenty busy tonight, and Master Victor won't want your pussy to have been used.”
I pouted. "Yes, Mistress Autumn."
“Poor little fuck toy.” She grinned again. “Put your arms over your head.” I was still pouting, but I obliged. She reached for the straps Master Victor kept there.
“You have to leave it alone… I don’t.”
Slowly, she bound my arms. Reaching over me, she brushed her breasts across my face. I arched upwards, and licked one of her nipples. She murmured happily.
“That’s a good little girl. Lick my nipples.”
I did, tasting her own salt on her breasts. As I did, she dipped a finger inside me again. Her thumb found my clit, which she began to gently knead.
“Oh…. Oh, Mistress Autumn.” My eyes fluttered.
“Yes, little puppy?”
“I need you to make me come, Mistress.”
She rubbed a little faster. “Do you remember when I told you about Master Victor’s party, little bitch?”
I whimpered. “No, Mistress. I simply noticed that Daddy- Master Victor….” My breath caught. I opened my eyes, and looked into hers. She kissed me. For a long moment, she fucked me with her hand and kissed me, tasting my whimpers.
“Yes, baby?”
“He wasn't calling on me as often as before, so I wanted to make certain that I hadn't displeased him." I gasped. “Oh, fuck, Mistress.”
She lowered a cheek to me, and I began to lick her, whimpering like her dog, bucking my hips against her.
She laughed. “You were tied onto the bed while we went over it.”
I scarcely heard her. More than anything, I wanted her to put on her huge strap on cock and fuck me until I screamed.
“It was that Thursday, where you, Kira, and I were playing with Mark. You remember the client Master Victor brought in?"
Oh.
If Autumn had spoken about the party that night, it was little wonder I didn't remember. I had drank enough wine to forget anything, and then been fucked to the edge of sanity.
“Yes, Mistress.” My voice was mewling, begging. I did remember, however. Mark had been a powerfully built German man who Master Victor had entertained.
“Do you remember what he did to you?”
I gasped. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Tell me, little bitch. Remind me of how he used you.”
I gasped. Her fingers were amazing. “He tied me to a bed with his tie.…” She pushed three fingers into me and I moaned.
“Yes? What did he do then?”
“Oh, Mistress. He fucked every hole I have. He took my mouth, and then my ass….”
“What else was happening?”
“You made Kira rim him while he fucked me, and you sat on my face. You pulled my hair and made me eat you. Oh, God, Mistress.…” She took one of her slick fingers and traced my ass while her thumb rubbed my clit. I began to buck my hips.
“Shh. Slow down, puppy.” She traced her wet fingers up my stomach, and kissed me. Her soft lips brushed mine, and her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I moaned into her mouth and she gently licked the edge of my lips, teasingly. Her kiss was moist and sweet. She nibbled on my lips and buried her tongue in me.
She pulled back, slowly. “That’s right. I remember him.” She bit her lip and then grinned. “He had a huge cock, didn’t he?” She started to work my clit again. “I remember him thundering away at your poor pussy. Did you like the way he fucked you?” She slipped a finger inside me again.
“Yes, Mistress. I loved the way he fucked me.”
“Did he come inside your poor little cunt?”
“No, Mistress.” I whimpered, trying to thrust my hips against her hand. She nibbled my ear, and moved her hand away, for just a moment. Then, she worked my clit some more. When she spoke again, she was still at my ear. Her words were breathy, moist.
“Where did he come, little bitch?”
I was moaning loudly. I could feel the small puddle underneath me. She pulled her fingers away from me and slapped my groin once. I gasped.
“On Kira! He came all over Kira’s tits! You milked his cock all over her beautiful tits, and then made me lick her clean.” She was working her fingers inside me again. I pulled at my arms, but she had them bound tightly.
"That's a good girl." She put one hand to my face. I was positively covered in her scent. “I’m glad you remember.”
My eyes must have been wild. “Yes, Mistress Autumn. I remember. Fuck. Oh fuck.” She had four fingers inside me now. “May I come for you, Mistress? May I show you what a good bitch I am?” I leaned up, and licked her face, whimpering.
She smiled. ”No, Puppy. You may not come. Your come is for the master’s guests.”
I positively wailed. “PLEASE Mistress! I’m so close!”
She slowed her fingers. Her grin was evil. “You’re going to wait, you filthy bitch. Perhaps next time I tell you something, you will remember.”
“Please, Mistress. Please.”
She slowly pulled her fingers out, and wiped my wetness on my face. “I’ll be back in an hour. I’d untie you, but I think you’d make yourself come, and that’s not allowed.”
I thought I was going to cry. My body was on fire for her.
“Please, Mistress. I’m begging.”
She gently pinched one of my nipples, and kissed me deeply. I moaned into her mouth. When she pulled back, her face was inches from fine.
“No, ‘Tasia. If you need me to spank your pussy, I will, but you aren’t coming now.”
She knew I hated having my pussy spanked; nothing stopped me more quickly. My voice was a mewling whisper. “No, Mistress. Please no.”
She smiled. “I’ll see you in an hour, little puppy.”
3
It was easily the longest hour of my life.
Autumn brought me a tray of breakfast when she returned. She was fully dressed this time, and had her make-up on. She gently cupped my face in her hand, and then untied me.
“I have food, little puppy.”
I pushed myself up and rubbed my arms. “Thank you, Mistress.”
We sat eating our breakfast and Autumn went over the rules for the evening. I paid the best attention I could, but I admit my mind was far away.
Tonight was both exciting and frightening.
I was remembering Master Victor, making me fondle myself for the camera only a few nights ago. He had made me rub myself while on all fours, and then he beat me with his belt until I came.
Specifically, he had made me perform for some of his guests, over the internet.
How many men had been watching me that night? I had no idea. It made me wet to think about strangers watching me on all fours, furiously rubbing myself while Master Victor beat me. Did they stroke their cocks while watching me come? Had they gone to bed fantasizing about the way my ass looked while my hips writhed?
"- to get ready. We are all going into town. We need to get our hair done, and pic
k up some things. "
I nodded, and as if I hadn't just been a thousand miles away.
"Yes, Mistress."
The afternoon was a whirlwind.
There were just over two dozen girls living at Master Victor’s house. We spent the afternoon in Downtown LA shopping, getting manicures and makeovers and helping each other try on outfits. The budget that Master Victor had set was quite generous and we had a wonderful afternoon. Autumn had the final say on any dispute and Lydia helped each girl with her look; she had a real eye for that. It was an afternoon spiced by the anticipation of the evening ahead. We were Victor’s pet goddesses and by the end of the afternoon, we certainly looked the part.
It was a wonderful afternoon, over far before we wished.
Seven p.m. found me in my room, ready for the evening. Lydia had spent hours with each us, making certain we looked perfect. I was standing in front of my mirror admiring her handiwork.
I almost didn't recognize myself.
My black tresses were styled and sculpted on top of my head. It was beautiful and intricate and I almost mourned the fact that I was certain it wouldn't survive the attention of our guests. My makeup was simply perfect, with deep, brilliant colors on my lips and eyes, perfectly accentuating my fair skin.
I wore a short, strappy dress in a deep, dazzling blue that matched my eyes. It had sparkling sequins all along on one side. A bra and panties were out of the question, of course. My long legs were dressed in black stockings that perfectly accentuated my shoes. The stilettos were insanely high; I was surprised to find I could walk in them, but I had certainly had the practice.
Master Victor preferred high heels whenever possible. His girls were on rotation and whoever was "on call" was typically required to wear them. It made it so that the girl could lean up against a wall and be easily fucked at any time.
There was a knock at the door and then it opened. Kira was standing there, smiling mischievously.
She looked stunning.
Kira was shorter than me, but only just. She had brilliant red hair that was cut short in a wild style. She had on a short leather corset with black stockings, and a very, very short skirt. She was the only girl in the house who had been around Master Victor less than I had.
"What do you think?" She spun slowly. I could see the curve of her ass as the skirt flared.
"I think you'll be a hit."
"I do, too." Master Victor’s deep baritone came up from behind her. He stepped into the doorway, tracing a hand up her backside. She trembled at his touch.
"’Tasia, you I need you to help me with Kira tonight. It will be the first time she has played with anyone besides just me or Autumn and she is a bit nervous.”
I grinned at her. "Dressed like that she's sure to get some attention."
He nodded. "I won't expect you to spend your entire evening with her, but if you could tend to her for the first couple of hours and make sure that everyone is being a gentleman, I would appreciate it.”
I feigned frustration. "Master Victor, I didn’t know you had invited any gentlemen."
He smiled at me, laughter behind his eyes. “Only one or two, kitten. I'm certain you will find yourself a proper barbarian or two before the end of the night."
I should have seen it then, something in his smile at the word “barbarian.”
"I hope so." I playfully scowled at him. "I haven't had any attention for a couple of days now.”
Master Victor showed me his teeth. “That will change, little pet. You have a few devoted fans showing up tonight and I am sure you'll get all the attention you can handle.”
My stomach was in my throat. He was right. Tonight I would meet some of the men who had watched Master Victor force me to come on an internet camera. He saw the look on my face and gave me a devilish grin.
"Some of my guests are excited to make your acquaintance, little ‘Tasia. That's why I can't have you looking after Kira all night. It will only be for a few hours, and then you will have other duties. "
"I'm jealous." Kira playfully grinned at me. "You already have adoring fans."
Master Victor stroked her hair. "She does at that. Come with me for now, Kira." He gave me a sly wink. "We need to get you prepared.”
She kissed his cheek. “Yes, Master Victor.”
“‘Tasia, will you please meet Kira in the north gallery at seven? Autumn will have instructions for you.”
I smiled at him. "It would be my pleasure, Master Victor."
When I saw what they had done with Kira, I was stunned.
She lay on her side, on some kind of rolling platform. It had been covered with a thick, luxurious rug and Kira lay on her side, bound on top of it. Her knees were tied together with white, silk rope, and her arms were tied behind her back. Another cord looped several times around her body and legs, tying her into a neat package. It was all topped off with a ball gag in her mouth.
"I was concerned you would be late." Autumn voice was like silk. "Master Victor has already met his guests and given them the base rules for the party. They should know their boundaries."
"What am I supposed to do with her?" Kira's eyes looked up at me. They were already wet.
"Simply gauge that she is being properly treated and make certain that Master Victor's guests have use of some toys." She tilted her head towards the wall where a large cabinet sat with its doors closed. There was a St. Andrews cross against the other wall. She started to say something else, but then the door opened. Two well-dressed men walked in, each with a drink in their hands.
Autumn grinned at me. "Be a good hostess, little ‘Tasia." She walked towards the men, spoke in a hushed voice for a moment, then left the room. One of the men's eyes followed her.
"Good evening, gentlemen." I stepped forward gracefully and offered the first one my hand. He was tall, with chocolate skin and a well-tailored suit. As his lips brushed the back of my hand, his eyes met mine.
"Good evening, precious one." His eyes flickered to where Kira was bound. "What have we here?"
"This is Kira, one of Master Victor's most recent acquisitions. She is displayed here for your use and enjoyment, Mister...?"
"Dr. Dr. Tomas Musar."
"It's nice to meet you Dr. Musar. My name is ‘Tasia." I turned to the second man.
"Robert. Robert Vonnegut." His eyebrows rose. "Did you arrange her for us?" He smiled. "Or are you here to help?"
I smiled. "I am simply here to see to her well-being, as she is quite helpless. I will be available for play later in the evening."
The doctor took one long draw and finished his drink. He handed me the glass. "Victor has such wonderful toys."
I smiled, "We aim to please.”
Robert was slightly smaller with dark hair and an intense gaze. He walked over to where Kira was bound and rand a hand along her flank. She struggled, the tiniest amount, but was quite well tied.
"Just wonderful." He caressed the curve of her ass and she moaned around the ball gag. He traced a finger down and gently pushed his way inside her.
"She's quite wet." He looked at Tomas in surprise and then to me. "Or was she lubricated?"
I shook my head. "Master Victor trains our arousal very thoroughly. If she is wet, it's because she’s been lying here, thinking about what would happen to her when two men such as yourselves come along. She's been lying here, tied up, fantasizing about being used, about being a toy for stranger's cocks."
I could see my words were having an effect on her, as well as the men. Robert began steadily fondling her, and Kira’s eyes fluttered closed.
I could grow to like this.
"There are toys over here, in the cabinet." I walked over, and opened the heavy wooden door. Arrayed inside were a series of paddles, riding crops, and nipple clamps. I selected a riding crop and walked over to Kira.
"She is trained to accept whatever you gentlemen might wish to do to punish her." I raised my arm and brought the crop against her ass cheek. She yelped through the gag. I held Robert
’s gaze the entire time. "She is yours. I am simply here to make certain that no lasting harm is done."
Robert took the crop, his eyes never leaving mine. "Tomas, I think we might want to take that ball gag from her pretty mouth, don’t you?"
The large man chuckled. "That seems like an excellent idea." Tomas walked around the front of her and knelt. His dark eyes met hers as he gently reached around her head and undid the gag clasp.
"Thank you, Daddy." Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Oh, beautiful girl." Tomas caressed her face while Robert worked his wrist between her thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned, nuzzling into him. "I'm going to use your pretty mouth, little one. Can you suck my cock while he is touching you?"
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy." Tomas unzipped his slacks and pulled out the thickest cock I had ever seen. I'll admit a pang of jealousy as he pushed himself past her full red lips.
Robert was busy as well. He had also unzipped and was slowly pushing his way between her thighs. Kira gasped as he began to thrust with a gentle rhythm, rubbing her wetness as he stroked in and out of her.
I was getting wet just watching them.
"That's a good girl." Tomas ran his fingers through her red hair, and then pulled. She whimpered, but never stopped sucking. He pulled out and moved his heavy balls next to her mouth. She greedily licked him.
"What a good girl." Tomas moaned. He looked over at me, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Are you certain you don't need some attention, ‘Tasia?"
I blushed. I knew he had caught me staring hungrily. Kira lay between them, a bound toy, being used strictly for their pleasure. Robert had his fingers in her bonds and was pulling her onto his cock with terrific force. When I could occasionally catch a glimpse of her face, she was in bliss.
"I actually have plans for later." I swallowed.
"That’s too bad." he pulled his balls away from her mouth and re-inserted his cock. He began to fuck her in earnest. "I think I would enjoy watching you spank this sweet little bitch while we fuck her."
I blushed. I wasn't normally a switch. Still, they were guests.…
Robert groaned, slamming his cock into her. He was still holding the riding crop; he had never used it. I reached for it, looking Kira in the face. Her eyes looked up at me, wet, silently begging. The thought of beating her, of helping these men use her, sent a sharp pang through me.