Undercover Slave Girl

by Argus

  She admitted Smith was right. Something about bondage had always aroused her. It went utterly against the grain, and had alarmed her at the time. She was, after all, an intelligent, educated, forthright woman who enjoyed giving orders to others, not taking them. There was no place in her self-image for a cringing, submissive woman who wanted to be tied up and spanked!

  And yet, her eyes could hardly keep from flitting to her images standing helplessly there, and each time she did she felt a hot little throbbing between her legs and a tightness in her chest, an almost breathlessness at the shocking reality of what she was seeing.

  The door opened again, the lights snapped on, and a man walked in. He was slim and middle aged, and smiled at her.

  “Good evening,” he said cheerfully, as he pushed a wheeled metal table into the room.

  He closed the door behind him, humming softly to himself, then moved to stand before her.

  “I'm a doctor,” he said. “I am going to withdraw some blood for tests, mainly for sexually transmitted diseases. But we will look for anything else which might be communicable, as well as determine your physical condition. I have had a look at the examination results from your last physical six months ago and you seem to be in extremely good health, so you need have no fear.”

  Easy for him to say, Hannah thought anxiously.

  He did draw blood into several vials, checked her heart and blood pressure, examined her eyes, and then parted the lips of her sex and used a speculum to look inside her. The examination was quite through, and took about half an hour. Then the 'doctor' if that was what he was, left.

  She was left alone for some time, long enough to feel bored, if that was a word which could be used, given her situation.

  The door opened, and O'Neil entered. She felt a wave of relief mixed with anxiety as he looked her up and down. He moved slowly around her, nodding to himself.

  “Yes, I was right. You have a truly beautiful body,” he said, his hand reaching to slide across her belly, then up her chest.

  Hannah felt a rush of swirling emotions: embarrassment, anger, arousal, vanity, confusion, anxiety, as well as a rising of that darkness she had sensed in the back of her mind.

  “I must not tempt myself too badly, however, until the medical results are returned. A man such as I cannot take chances, you see.”

  He combed the bangs back from her hair.

  “You are going to experience many temptations over the coming days,” he said. “I expect your stay with me to be quite memorable. It will certainly be a learning experience.”

  He went to the far corner of the room behind her, and opened the cupboard door there. He disappeared from view, then returned carrying several objects.

  “Your body must begin the process of submission,” he said, slapping her bottom with enough force to make her yelp in pain.

  He pressed his hand against her buttocks, and she felt pressure against her back passage, pressure which grew and grew as something round and slippery sought entry.

  “You see, your body does not wish entry here,” he said, sounding mildly amused. “But I seek entry, and will do so with some regularity. So your body must reconcile itself to this lovely part of itself being frequently in use.”

  She gasped as the round thing forced her sphincter wide, then slipped slowly inside. Her anal opening slipped closed behind it, or almost, and she felt her body sucking the object upward only to have it halt, with the feeling of pressure against the outside of her. It was, she knew, a butt-plug. She'd never actually seen one in person, but that was all it could be.

  The next object was more familiar. She'd had dildos before. This one was a good size, and with lubrication, O'Neil had little difficulty sliding it up inside her body. It went deeper than she found comfortable, but her gasps and moans and flinches did not seem to cause him much concern.

  “Your body will adapt to my size,” he said calmly.

  He kept pushing and twisting and turning until the dildo was fully buried within her. In fact, the base of it was nestled just inside her pussy lips. He slipped a metal key of sorts into the base and began turn it, and Hannah felt a strange sensation within her, as if the dildo was actually growing, spreading out inside her body. She tensed, and pulled at the restraints, but to no avail as he paused and then withdrew the metal key.

  He flicked off the overhead lights, but didn't leave. Instead, he padded around behind her, and she tensed again as she felt his hands on her shoulders They slid up and down her bare back, caressing her skin, then glided along her sides and ribs before curving around in front of her to cup her breasts and squeeze them.

  “Lovely,” he said. “It's difficult to believe so many men of wealth make so little use of it to experience life's great pleasures.”

  Hannah moaned helplessly, feeling the swirling arousal gathering in her lower belly, the ragged excitement starting to build in her chest as his hands moved over her.

  One of his hands slid down her belly, circling slowly, then reaching her sex, which he cupped gently for a moment. His fingers slid up, and the middle fingers pressed forward against her clitoris, rubbing gently but insistently. A part of her sought to ignore it, but the sensations were blossoming within her and spreading out over her body, her nipples tingling and hard, her pussy moistening around the dildo he'd shoved inside her.

  “I shall teach you much about the meaning of submission,” he said in a low, accented voice. “I shall teach you the joys of your own body, and the pleasure it was meant to experience.”

  She cried out into the gag as she felt her hair suddenly yanked up and back.

  “I will also teach you how to obey,” he whispered into her ear. “I shall make your obedience an instinct, and your desire beyond your control.”

  He bit lightly into the nape of her neck, his lips sucking softly for a long moment until he drew back and then left the room.

  Hannah stared at the closed door, heart pounding, eyes blinking in the soft yellow light of the fireplace. Her mind was filled with his strange dark words, feeling both anxiety a dark, churning sense of excitement and heat. Her pussy ached, but it ached with something akin to pleasure given her current state of mind. Her nipples throbbed and she moaned as she stared at her image in the mirrors, her eyes filled with heat and arousal.

  This was so kinky and perverted and wild and... and … hot!

  And yet built churned within her at her response, guilt and self-loathing that she would find this kind of thing the least bit exciting! Her body was aching from being held so stiffly poised, but she still felt a wild dark heat swirling within her at the thick dildo inside her, at the shocking, kinky situation, and at the anticipation of what was to come.

  And then the door opened again, and O'Neil wandered in.

  * * *

  O'Neil just stood there for a moment, inside the door, admiring the view. She was exceptionally beautiful, her body like a sculpture the way she was posed, perfect skin glowing in the reflected fire. His hand hesitated over the light switch, then snapped it on. Her skin was still perfect, glowing now like ivory.

  “Slave,” he said.

  He walked around her slowly, admiring her as he would a work of art, the delicate curves of her body making his cock twitch within his trousers. But not yet. He must discipline himself as much as her. Still, there was much he could do with his new toy even before the tests came back.

  He went to the closet. It was enormous, a room by itself. He considered the toys and devices within, then came out with a thin flog. It had a long, slim handle attached to very thin leather laces. The laces themselves were twined together for the first two feet of their length, allowed to spread out only over the final foot in order to narrow the area of impact.

  It would sting. Depending on how he used it it would sting considerably, but it would cause no damage to that lovely, flawless skin.

  An officer, he thought with amused excitement. She was a British officer. That was simply
so delicious as he gazed at her there, trying to twist her head around to see what he was doing that his cock hardened and he had to fight down an urge to simply plunge himself into her body.

  “Discipline,” he said. “Discipline is the central requirement of a good slave, “he said. “And it's something you modern girls know little of.”

  Where to strike first, he thought, pulse racing as he beheld her beautiful back. But no, best not to shock her too much with the first blow. He swung his arm out and the whip sliced through the air soundlessly. The final foot of loose laces cut into her perfect backside with a soft thwack of noise, echoed a moment later by her squeal of pain as her hips bucked forward.

  His cock pulsed at the sight.

  God!

  “You've never been whipped, have you... Hannah?” he asked.

  He brought the flog down across her bottom a second time, with equal results.

  “I think every young girl should get a good whipping,” he said in amusement. “It would demonstrate to them how attractive respect for their betters is.”

  He brought the laces down across her bottom a third time, slightly harder, and got another breathless squeal.

  “As a sex slave, your body will be punished for any failing, or even perhaps, simply because I wish it, because it pleases me to punish you.”

  He swung again, and this time the final foot cut across her back. He was staring past her at the mirror as it hit, wanting to enjoy the shocked look on her face as she felt the pain, not to mention her out-thrust breasts as her entire body bowed forward.

  “I confess, Hannah, that it is a rare delight for a man to whip a woman as beautiful as you,” he said.

  He swung against that proud, sculpted back again, harder, and she squealed and jerked once more.

  “You have a beautiful back,” he said admiringly, striking again.

  * * *

  Hannah had felt a shocked fear at sight of the whip, but the first blow delivered a double burst of sensations. The first was the stinging. Yes, it did sting, but it was nothing like the agony she had feared on seeing the whip. With that came a huge sense of relief, and a great lessening of the tension and fear which had gripped her. He wasn't crazy, after all, she thought. He wasn't going to torture her. It was just like Smith said. Thank God!

  The next blow struck, and it still stung as she gasped in response. Then a third followed. But what shocked her was the fourth. It struck her back, and that carried with it any number of years of fantasy, television, books, and movies. A blow to the bottom was just playing. A blow across the back, well, that was a real whipping.

  And she had just been whipped! She was being whipped! That was a shocking thing, and Hannah felt almost breathless with the realization even as the whip struck her back a second time. She cried out, feeling her body jerking violently against the four shackles around her wrists and ankles, and the reality of her situation really struck home.

  Down low in her belly.

  Oh! My! God!

  She stared at the mirrors, seeing herself, seeing him a little behind her, seeing the whip. She let out a helpless squeal as the whip struck her back a stinging blow for a third time, and saw her body arching and bowing in response.

  This was insane! It could not be happening! Not to her!

  Another blow cut across her back, lower down, and again she arched and cried out.

  Another blow followed, and her back was starting to heat, now, then heated further at a fifth blow. The whip cut across her bottom once more, and then again, as she gulped in air and stared through wide, unstaring eyes at her own image.

  He paused and went back to the closet, then returned with something that looked rather like a pen. He around in front of her, but then grasped her hair, forcing her head up and back so she could stare only at the ceiling.

  “Slave girl,” he said. “Do you feel the pain, slave girl? Pain is heat. Pleasure is heat. It's all just heat, slave girl,” he said in a near whisper. “You must learn to bask in the heat.”

  She groaned as she felt the dildo being slowly drawn from her body, and her mind squirmed at how wet she was, and that he would quickly realize it. She felt vacant when it was withdrawn, but then something else pushed up inside her, something very thin, not much wider than his thumb, if that. It teased, rather than aroused.

  But then she felt a pressure pushing up, sliding up over the top of her sex to press against her clitoris. His other hand slid up her body and over her breasts, and his fingers pinched and rolled her throbbing nipples.

  “Think of yourself as a slave. Think of yourself as a sex slave,” he said softly. “Believe in it. Live it. And you will feel it.”

  But what Hannah felt was a buzzing sensation between her legs as he moved away. She gasped, her head coming forward and stared downward. There was a narrow wedge of … something, sliding up across her clitoris, apparently attached to the thing, the vibrator, he'd put inside her. It was like... like he'd slid a pen into her, and the clip was pinching in on her flesh at the top of her sex to hold it in place. Only this clip vibrated against her.

  He moved behind her, and turned, the whip flew forward and she cried out as it cut across her back, her body jerking sharply again. She moaned, staring at herself, feeling the tension in her limbs as she pulled against the bonds. The vibrator was a teasing thing, just like the body of it up inside her. She felt her arousal deepening.

  A sex slave!

  The whip flew forward, but this time he stood closer, and the thicker body of the whip slapped against her side, the whip curling around so that the thin laces snapped at her belly. She squealed again, twisting and pulling, gasping for breath as a new shock gripped her.

  The whip curled around her ribs and snapped at her breast! The stinging hurt worse now, and her body thrashed and jerked as her mind went wild with the intensity of it all. Again and again the laces curled around her writhing body, snapping at breasts and belly, and then, finally, at her sex, causing her hips to buck back wildly as she danced to the unpredictable stinging of O'Neil's whip.

  She was breathless and sweating, wild-eyed, her pulse racing and heart pounding. Stinging pain and taunting pleasure swirled inside her, along with a wild, dark sexual hunger which seemed to be growing by the second.

  Her skin was growing warm where the laces kept striking, turning pink and then red as her body flushed. Again and again she twisted and writhed as the laces struck, at times hanging almost freely from her wrists as she found herself dazed and off-balance.

  She groaned as he pulled her head back by the hair once again. His lips were at her throat, his hand at her breast.

  “My slave,” he whispered, biting softly, then less softly at her throat, “My sex slave.”

  She shuddered as she felt him grinding his erection into her buttocks.

  “I am going to enjoy training you, slave girl,” he growled. “I will teach you to thrill to pain.”

  He drew back, and then the whipping continued. Her breasts, her belly, her pussy, her bottom and her back all were struck repeatedly as her skin reddened and heated. She twisted and writhed helplessly, unable to keep still, exhausting herself.

  He drew back and she half hung by her wrists, panting, moaning, eyes slitted now. She felt him grip her hips and pull them back. Then she felt his fingers against the butt-plug he'd pushed inside her. She groaned helplessly at the erotic sensation of it pulling out of her. But a moment later she felt herself penetrated again, this time by something much longer.

  Her eyes opened, and she stared at herself in the mirror, stared at his head over her shoulders, at his body positioned behind her. That wasn't a dildo, she thought dazedly. She groaned as it pushed deep into her belly, and a shattering understanding reached her overheated mind. He was fucking her in the ass! He was doing her right now! Tied hand and foot, having just been whipped! Now he was fucking her in the ass!

  The orgasm blossomed quickly inside her, the sensations doubling and
redoubling until her entire body shook and thrashed to the intensity of the pleasure tearing through her. She screamed into the the gag, crying out in breathless, mindless animal heat even as she felt O'Neil's cock pounding into her with unrestrained violence.

  It should have hurt, and that pain should have distracted from the pleasure, but the pleasure only deepened as he jerked her hips back and rammed himself up inside her again and again, her body shuddering to the impact of his hips.

  Chapter Six

  Even after he left, Hannah remained as she was, groaning dazedly, her legs wobbly, needing the support of the chains attached to her wrists to keep from falling, at first.

  As her mind wakened she rolled her head back, mind filled with a strange sense of disbelief. She could hardly imagine that was her, that she had reacted to being whipped and sodomized like that! She had always disdained sodomy as disgusting and animalistic. Yet the feel of O'Neil's cock driving up between her buttocks had filled her with a horrific sense of wild dark heat which had flung her headlong into a massive orgasm.

  What was happening to her, she wondered weakly.

  She remained as she was for what felt like hours, and the last sense of arousal slowly faded away. He had put the dildo and butt-plug back inside her, and she was aware of their presence, but did not feel any particular sense of arousal because of them. Her feet were aching from the high, stiletto heels, and her ankles were on fire. Her legs and arms were stiff and sore and she would have killed to be able to bend and twist her torso.

  Anxiety and heat slowly gave way to frustration and indignation. If he wanted her to simply wait on his return he could at least have had the consideration to lock her into a closet or something! It was amazing how tiring just standing around and doing nothing was.