The Slave

by Laura Antoniou

  It was so difficult. And so wonderful.

  * * * *

  Her wrists were cuffed and clipped together over her head, stretching her body up to the fullest, so that she could rest only on the balls of her feet when Gordon pushed her legs apart. It turned out he liked her thighs spread as wide as she could hold them. The stinging rod in his hand attested to his annoyance when she drew them even an inch closer together to regain her balance. Her inner thighs were crisscrossed with pink and red stripes.

  Chris watched from the bed, one knee drawn up, his right heel resting on Leon’s back. Leon was on his knees, his own legs spread over Chris’s left leg, his cock and balls pressed against the floor by Chris’s boot. Occasionally, Leon made muffled sounds and writhed a little, but Robin had really lost track of what was happening to him.

  There was too much happening to her.

  Gordon had already “warmed her up” with a hand spanking that brought up all the pain from her earlier strapping and then added to it. She could actually feel the heat almost radiating from her before the man made a gruff sound of satisfaction and turned his attention to other parts of her body.

  After he had spent the time to thoroughly weave a thick pattern of lines across her thighs, he stepped back to admire her. She was stretched out as far as she could stand, her body slightly arched, sweat trickling down between her breasts, her breath coming in shallow gasps. With a slight smile, he nodded.

  “That’s better,” he murmured. “Nice to see a girl worked over good.”

  “Do you want the boy back?” Chris asked.

  “Yes, for a little bit.”

  Chris unhooked his right leg and pushed Leon away from him with it. Leon scrambled across the floor on his hands and knees, his cock swinging low and hard between his legs. His face was flushed pink.

  Robin had a clear view of the action as Leon attentively helped his master disrobe, taking the clothing and folding it neatly and placing it out of the way. As Gordon’s hard body was revealed, Robin bit back a moan. He was a beautiful man, with that natural grace that comes from an active life as opposed to a structured gym schedule. And although there was a hint of softness around his middle, his chest was broad and deep. His cock, when it was freed from the briefs that held it close to his body, seemed to almost extend itself toward her.

  It was unbearable to even think about how much she wanted it.

  But he kept his distance and stood while Leon carefully put the last of his clothing away and brought back, without direction, a gold-colored foil package shaped like a coin. The blond slave waited on his knees, his head up and his hands cupped around the coin until Reynolds made a gesture so subtle that Robin missed it in a blink. Dry-mouthed and shaking from the strain and tension of her bondage, she watched as Leon sheathed his master’s cock in latex, smoothing the translucent cover along the flesh with his lips and tongue, taking it all into his mouth with practiced ease. His blond hair fell back over his shoulders as his body sank lower, taking that cock deep down, covering it until the head was lodged in his throat.

  And Reynolds drew it out with a sigh and walked back to Robin without a word. She felt the warm wetness of him touch her hot and aching inner thigh and moaned.

  He caressed her, taking her breasts gently into his hands and cupping them, lifting them up, and away from her body. That slight movement made her shift in her bonds, one foot dragging along the floor as she fought to keep her legs apart. He paid no attention to her efforts, but continued playing with her flesh, compressing his fingers around the soft roundness, trailing them forward to brush her erect nipples. Back and forth, always gentle, always teasing, until once again Robin’s breath came in gasps of pleasure and she pressed up and toward him, her sex starved for a touch.

  And then, suddenly, he lifted her with two strong hands on her hips, and brought her up into the air. A flash of heat between her legs, and she parted them even more, astonished by the release of tension from her arms and legs, now desperate for the promise of his cock.

  And she took it into her, with one strong, smooth motion, sliding along her slick, velvety walls until it was buried in her body up to his heavy balls. He laughed then, a startling thing, but Robin was beyond noticing. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, climbing up the back of his body, and thrust herself back at him, her entire being filled by his thrusting organ. He brought his body in closer and settled her comfortably onto him, and then took her breasts into his hands again.

  “Now work for my pleasure, little one,” he said, pinching her nipples sharply. “Make your hips grind into me, make me feel you sucking my cock into your hot cunt. You can do that, can’t you?”

  Robin moaned and fell backward a little, resting against the pull of the cuffs. Oh she could do as he asked, but for how long? Already, her sex was pulsating with need, and her legs were tight with the strength of her passion. Reynolds gave her nipples another twist and then lowered his head to take one in his mouth. As he jerked down, his teeth clamping around the tender bud, she cried out and threw herself into him. With another laugh, he let the trapped nipple loose and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tighter. Her hips thrust against his body, taking him in, and pushing herself away again. And when he crushed her against him, cupping her inflamed ass cheeks in his hands, she could easily see what was happening across the room.

  Chris was now seated against the wall in shadow, and Leon’s head was in his lap. She could see the darker outline of Chris’s hand in Leon’s hair, a tight fist, keeping the slave’s mouth moving back and forth over a stiff cock jutting out of Chris’s open fly. Robin could even see the glint of the silver buttons catching what little light there was in that corner of the room. Leon’s pale body was shuddering against the surface of the bed, his hands tightly clasped behind his back.

  Suddenly, the room seemed to spin! The churning combination of sensations and the vision of this act across the room, the stretching of every muscle of her body and the fullness of her cunt, all of it swept through her and over her, drowning her in ecstasy. Gordon Reynolds pulled her head back, and met her eyes with his, dark and blazing with passion.

  “Come for me, baby,” he growled, thrusting up against her. “Make me feel it.”

  And the explosion that followed made Robin scream.

  Her entire body thrust back at him, engulfing him, feeling every inch of his body where it pressed against hers, her nipples crushed against his chest, her heels drumming against his back. Her fingers grasped the chain above her leather cuffs, clenching and unclenching in spasms of release. And her hips ground against the man in an incessant rhythm, yes, yes, yes, yes!

  She could barely hear Chris’s dry chuckle from across the room. Her heart’s pounding was drowning out the other sounds in the room, including the slapping of flesh between her legs. Her head fell back as she gasped for air, and Gordon leaned forward and caught her lips against his, taking them into his mouth, tasting her as she gasped and moaned her pleasure.

  By the time he released her and let her legs fall back to the floor, she was unable to stand on her own. He unsnapped the hook holding her up and let her go down to her hands and knees. On her way down, she kissed his hands, and glimpsed, out of the corner of her eye, his glistening cock, still wrapped in its protective sheath, covered with her juices. He was still hard. He had not taken his full pleasure with her.

  “She’s nice.” Reynolds’ voice cut through the roaring in her ears. “Very responsive. She’s ripe for another round or three.” He laughed again.

  There was silence for a moment, and Robin dipped her head down to try to catch her breath. Should she thank him for the compliment? No, he wasn’t speaking to her directly. Thoughts ran through her head and got tangled in the wave of pleasure still sweeping through her.

  “Turn around, Robin,” Chris’s voice finally cut through the threads. She turned slowly, carefully, staying on her hands and knees, until she faced him again.

  Kneeling on the floor in fr
ont of her, his hands still behind his back, was Leon. His cock, pale and smooth, hard and curved slightly away from his body, was directly before her eyes.

  “Kiss it,” Chris said softly. The room seemed to shimmer with heat around her. She leaned forward and pursed her lips gently, and touched them lightly to the soft round head, feeling a tremor run through him in response.

  The next command was only natural.

  “Suck it. Just a little.”

  Carefully, she pushed her body forward to take the head of Leon’s cock into her mouth. Washing it with her tongue, she slid forward, ducking and turning her head to ease herself down over it, to cover it with her adoring lips. She heard a shuddering moan come from above her.

  She continued, moving her mouth and lips, flicking his cock with her darting tongue when she drew back. Drawing her breath in, she allowed it to rush out in heated waves along his shaft, until his hips started to thrust against her and he was pulled sharply away. She almost fell forward in surprise.

  “Get this on him. You saw how he did it for his Master. Do the same.”

  Her hands trembled as she picked up the little foil coin, but she managed to keep a grip on it, despite the weight of the cuffs still around her wrists. Leon’s face was unreadable, caught between rapture and frustration. But his cock jutted out, wet from the touch of her mouth. She obediently covered it, caressing the tight latex down over him, feeling the shivers that came with that compression, that promise. His chest was tight, his shoulders shaking with the strength he needed to keep his arms behind his back.

  When Robin pulled back, having smoothed the latex down with her lips until Leon’s cock was wrapped from crown to root, she glanced shyly at Chris. He was standing in the light now, his cock back inside the buttoned fly of his jeans, and he was holding a robe for Mr. Reynolds. Something in the way he performed this common, homey task resonated in her.

  Robin instantly knew more about Chris than she could have ever dreamed he would reveal.

  She gasped, and he turned to her, his face as stonily disapproving as always.

  “Easily distracted,” he snapped, even as Reynolds belted the robe and walked back over to stand above the two slaves.

  “No, she completed her task,” he said, examining Leon over the boy’s shoulder.

  Chris’s voice was gruff. “Turn and present your cunt.”

  A simple turn, and then her head went down, and her ass up, and her thighs spread apart. An easy pose to remember, with that added thrusting of her hips that put a slight arch in her back and raised the soft mound of her cunt up for inspection or chastisement or penetration.

  Or all three.

  “Go to it, boy,” came Gordon’s deep voice. “And hard.”

  And in an instant, that cock she had so gently kissed and covered was sliding into her, filling her from a different angle, thrusting deep from the first stroke. She mewed like a cat, and buried her mouth against her clenched hands as Leon began to rapidly slam his cock back and forth along her moistened walls, the friction pulling at her lips.

  She felt the waves growing again, and with the punishing speed of his rutting, she cried out again. Like master, like man, she thought with a dizzying wave of pleasure. Oh yes, take me, fill me, fuck me!

  His own climax came shortly after hers, as he extended his body against her back, pushing his knees against hers, opening her up further, and pressing her down to the floor.

  And there they lay, gasping together, wet with their sweat and Robin’s juices.

  And Robin dared, as she felt the weight of Leon move from her back, to shift in her position long enough to raise her head just a little bit, her mouth open and panting, to look toward the bed. Once again, what she saw was like an electrical shock through her body, sending tingles of awareness to parts of her she thought were finally sated.

  For Gordon and Chris were kissing now, Gordon leaning forward, one arm wrapped comfortably around the younger man’s shoulder. Chris had one arm wrapped low, around Gordon’s waist. The other hand was inside the robe. It was strikingly erotic, like watching something she had only dreamed of.

  When they broke their embrace and turned to the two slaves, it was Chris who broke the silence.

  “You may play with Robin if you wish, Leon. But we will have coffee and brandy at one o’clock in the living room, with the two of you nicely displayed. I’m leaving the details up to you.”

  “Yes, sir! Thank you, sir.” Leon’s smile returned to his face in all its glory.

  And the two men left, without another word. Robin stared after them, her mouth still open, her eyes bright with confusion. Then she looked at Leon, who was getting up to examine the wall of toys exposed by one of the locking cabinets. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he picked up a riding crop and a gag shaped like a bit. With that same familiar grin, he turned back to her.

  “Play?” Robin managed to gasp out.

  “Yep! Ever play horsey with a Texan, darlin’?”

  Robin could only shake her head.

  “Oh, good! Been a long time since I broke a filly!” In an instant, he was down next to her again, turning her forcefully over onto her back and pinching her nipples roughly. She gasped, but submitted to his touches, even when he brought up the evil little clamps that bit into her and hurt so much. But on they went, despite her whimpers of pain, and she only bowed her head as he put her back on her hands and knees and pulled her ass cheeks apart. She felt him press some lubrication into that tight crevice and moaned.

  “Why?” Her voice was ragged, overrun with lust and fear. “Why are you doing this to me?”

  “Because I can, sweet stuff. I ain’t had my pole in a hole since... Hell, at least since Christmas. And you’ll see, darlin’. Once you’re in the service, you’ll love takin’ care of the new puppies.” He came around in front of her and slipped the bit into her mouth and licked playfully at her tears. “Oh yes you will, sugar. You know we all do.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Robin’s Story: First Contact

  Much later, when the two visitors had dressed and gone back to their apartment and Chris had freed her from the stringent but decorative bondage that Leon had devised to display her well-marked and well-fucked body, Robin finally collapsed in harsh tears. Her shoulders shook as the sounds of crying wrenched through all of her self-control, and the very fight against them made the tears flow even faster.

  To her numbed surprise, Chris did not stay in the room when she cried, but left her silently, offering neither chastisement nor comfort.

  But when she raised her head and sniffed and wiped her tears on a napkin, he returned, holding a glass of water. With a gesture that instructed her to keep her hands at her sides, he allowed her to sip some water while he held the glass. And when he sat down and crossed his leg over his knee, she eased back into a comfortable kneeling position and sniffed again.

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

  “You should be. Losing control like that is almost inexcusable. Almost, of course, because some owners not only expect it, but cultivate it. Others may use it as an excuse for more sex play. But most would consider it to be an act which effectively barred them from being able to make productive use of you.” He looked around, patted his pocket absently, and then glanced at the hallway. He turned back to her. “Go get them.”

  Robin got up, her knees still shaky, and went to the master bedroom. The huge, dark bed held a tangled and rumpled pile of blankets. One pillow was on the floor, and two condom wrappers. The cigarettes were on the nightstand, next to a cock ring. The room smelled like salt and tobacco and something slightly sweet. It was heavy, oppressive, and utterly masculine.

  She shivered suddenly, and went back to the comforting light of the living room. Chris lit up immediately and waved the smoke away, pointing back to where she had been sitting. “Now tell me about the tears.”

  There was a comfortable silence between them while she thought. How normal this little ritual had become, talking about t
hings which she had held as tightly as secret oaths, she on her knees, shorn of any covering, while he sat in fully clothed comfort, his head crowned with smoke.

  “You couldn’t have known...” She stopped, blinked, and organized her thoughts again. “It was always a fantasy of mine. To be given away. Or, not really given, but loaned.”

  “Go on.”

  “It was something that Maria used to tease me with, but I always knew―really knew―that she wouldn’t do it. I used to imagine what might happen if she did, but I couldn’t suspend reality to see her actually do it. So I tried not to think about it anymore. I figured that the less I used it in my fantasies, the less I’d be disappointed when she teased me about it again.”

  “But we’ve spoken about Maria,” Chris interrupted. “This is more than your memories of her.”

  “Yes. Yes, it is.” Robin prodded herself a little, searching for more tears. But they had all been cried out; she was calmer now. She took another deep breath, rubbed her reddened wrists absently and met Chris’s eyes with her own

  “It was Troy,” she explained. “When Troy mentioned one day―and it was an idle thing, just off the cuff, ‘I’m thinking of loaning you to her,’ I believed him. Utterly.

  “I suppose I should start at the beginning. This happened while we were still a strong couple. We were at his place one night and he started talking about an old friend who was living in another state. He hadn’t seen her in a few years, but it sounded like they’d had a little history together. He mentioned that she had contacted him and that she was going to be in the city on a certain weekend, and that he was looking forward to seeing her again, to catch up on what she’d been doing. And then he said that. That he was also thinking of loaning me to her, to let her play with me.

  “The first thing I thought was, ‘Oh, no! I couldn’t do that!’ The next thing I thought was, ‘But that would show that I really belonged to him, wouldn’t it?’ And in that instant, I felt a need I never had before. He voiced it, and his intention became my desire. Even though I never met the woman, even though she might have been of no interest to me sexually. All that mattered was that he had set a new boundary....”