“What, you mean to call home? Sure, sure.” Eric waved one hand dismissively. “We’re not living in some Dickensian tragedy here. You may give out the telephone number you’ll be using for business to a family member if you like, so long as they understand that it may not be abused.” He raised his voice. “Raul!” The man appeared at the door instantly. “Take the new girl up to the room, and give her a bed. Then let her use the phone in the upstairs office. She can help you clean the closet out in there. And then bring her back downstairs to meet the family.”
And Robin had gone upstairs, smiled at the sight of pine wood bunk beds in the small bedroom that the four house slaves would now share, and then was taken to the office that would be hers. It had a set of glass doors leading out to a small patio that overlooked the back of the house and the pool. She would get the morning sun.
She picked up the phone and dialed direct and tried to keep from laughing out loud until her mother picked up.
“Hey, Mom?” she said, after greetings had been exchanged. “Guess what? I got a new job, a much better one. And I’m moving to California! And my office has a window with a view, and everything!” She looked casually over toward the figure of Raul, who was showing off his incredibly cute buns as he leaned over to pull a box out of the closet. “The benefits? Oh, the benefits are just fabulous,” Robin sighed.
* * * *
That night, her two masters examined her closely as she stood in the middle of their living room. The other slaves were all in attendance. Raul was serving, going back and forth with after-dinner drinks and espresso. Carl was kneeling by the fireplace, his hands behind his back, looking studious and uninvolved. And Jeff was lying on the floor, providing a spot for Eric’s feet. It was common to see the young man sprawled out and paying attention to those two objects of worship. Eric liked it, a lot.
“You can grow back the hair down there,” Eric finally said. “I’m no pedophile. And it’ll break up the paleness of the body.”
“It’ll look strange,” Jimmy protested. “The boys are all shaven.”
“They’re different. What do you think about getting her nipples pierced?”
“Oh, that’s so fucking trendy. At this rate, she’ll be a novelty without them.”
“Good point.” Eric turned to Carl, over at the side. “Carl, did you ever fuck women?”
“Yes, sir. Before I was sold to Master Jimmy.”
“Well, there, you see. Another use for her.” Eric leaned back and stretched. “Not to mention that we’ll finally have someone to entertain your het clients with.”
“Well, if we’re thinking that way,” Jimmy said, perking up, “there’s also the girls.”
“Hell yes! We won’t have to borrow anyone for the parties.” Finally, it looked like the lovers were agreeing on her usefulness. Robin sighed just a little. Her position had seemed somewhat tenuous, and the last thing she wanted was to be the point of contention between her two owners.
“Well then. Now that we’re settled, let’s settle the rules and make sure she knows her place.” Eric leaned over to touch Jimmy’s hand in comfortable appreciation, and then turned back to the slaves. “You belong to both of us equally,” he said, addressing Robin. “When we are not here, you obey Raul, and then Carl. You will rise with the rest of the slaves, and do whatever business is assigned to you, and make yourself available for whatever other chore or activity we desire. You are responsible for keeping yourself healthy. You must exercise every day, and keep yourself clean. Any problems go to Raul. Hesitation or sloppy behavior will be punished, and so will improper attitudes. You will call the two of us master or sir, and all of our guests are sir or ma’am. You do not use the furniture unless specifically told to. And you accept your punishments with as much silence as you can, or you’ll be gagged.”
“Yes, master,” she replied. It all sounded pretty easy to follow.
“Then let’s put some color on you, and see what you’re made of.” Eric stood up and stretched, nudging Jeff out of the way. “I’ve never played with a girl before. Want to help?”
Jimmy shook his head. “No, I’ll sit this one out. I want to watch.” He snapped his fingers and Jeff crawled over to him. Jimmy pointed to his crotch, and the black-haired young man put his hands behind his back and maneuvered his head to open Jimmy’s fly with his lips and teeth. But Robin could only see the opening movements of that act. Because Eric came up close to her, touched one finger to his lips as though he were still considering, and then nodded.
“I think I will need you, Carl,” he said, beckoning. “And bring me a paddle, and one of those little rubber things we got in San Francisco. Get yourself a couple of safes while you’re at it.”
He took Robin by the arm and led her away from the sunken seating area to a bare corner where a mission style lamp cast yellow light over a square of bare floor. Over his head hung a single chain.
“I want you to reach up and hold onto that,” he explained. “As high as you can for as long as you can. Don’t make me waste time with cuffs.”
Carl returned with the requested items and stripped off the wide red jockstrap that had been his only garment. He stood in front of Robin as she raised herself up onto the balls of her feet and wrapped the chain around her hands. She looked up at him; it wasn’t forbidden to do that with the other slaves. He had a bright look in his gray eyes, as though this was something extra special. She would have admired his craggy, square face had she seen him elsewhere. His dark hair was cut very short, but not like the all-over buzz cut that Jeff sported, and it made him look a little bit like a soldier. Of all the men in the house, he had the greatest definition in his chest and arms.
“So show me,” Eric’s voice came from behind her, “how you fuck a woman. How would you start? Skip the kissing. Just get to the sex.”
“Yes, sir,” Carl replied, grinning. “Thank you, sir.” And he reached out and took Robin’s breasts into his hands. As she felt his fingers compress, she shared a gasp with him. He immediately swept his hands down so that he could pinch her nipples, and then began to knead them between his fingers.
“Do they like that?” Eric’s voice asked again. He was standing right behind Robin, his mouth near her right ear. “Do it harder. Can they take as much as men?”
“They usually love it, sir,” Carl said. “And they can almost never take as much as men.” As if to prove his words, he gripped her nipples harder and twisted them savagely, and Robin cried out. Her body shook, but she held onto the chain with all the strength she could muster.
“She’ll have to take more than that,” Eric commented. “Tell me, Robin, do you like what Carl is doing?”
Robin moaned as Carl backed off a little, and blushed for the first time in her new home. “Yes, master,” she replied.
“Well, that’s lucky for you. Those nipples of yours will have to take a lot around here. Is she getting excited, Carl? I can see her breath is coming harder.”
“Yes, sir.” Carl dropped one hand from her breast and pushed her legs firmly apart. Robin gasped again as the spread put more pressure on her arms and legs. But Carl recaptured her full attention when his fingers artlessly spread her cunt lips and pushed their way inside her.
Naturally, she was already quite wet. She moaned as he pulled out of her and nodded to his master. “Yes, sir, she’s hot.”
“Fantastic. And do you want to fuck her? Put your cock into her pussy?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Isn’t that interesting. Your boy wants to fuck girls,” Eric informed Jimmy.
Robin couldn’t help but turn her head to see what her other master would say to that. Jimmy was sprawled back on the couch, pulling Jeff’s head up and down violently on his lap. The boy’s body shook as he tried to keep his balance. When Jimmy paused to answer, he pushed Jeff down, probably filling his mouth and throat with cock. Pinning him there, Jimmy made a dismissive gesture with his free hand.
“Oh, he always wants to fuck girls. I guess ha
ving one around might be good for him.” Looking down, he ground his boy’s head down against him, and then pulled him slowly up. Even across the room, Robin could hear the desperate gasping for breath.
“There you go, Carl. Do you want her to suck you first?”
Robin glanced quickly back to see the look of panicked indecision that crossed Carl’s face. But before the slave could answer, Eric laughed. “Not tonight, asshole. Learn to answer faster when I speak. Now get your dick covered and in her, and right now.”
Carl moved with near lightning speed, and when he stepped up to Robin, he had to bend his knees to get his cock into position. But that didn’t deter him. He merely grasped her thighs in his two large hands and lifted her bodily off the floor, and then settled her back down onto his cock. His arms reached around her to wrap her about the waist and hips, and he groaned as she covered him and took him in.
“Whoa! Nice move! Get your legs up, bitch, like they do in the movies. Fuck him back!” Eric moved back as Robin did her best to follow his directions. Carl was not above average in size, but he did move against her in a steady and hungry way that made her want to do exactly the movements that Eric was coaching her in. Her legs came up and wrapped around Carl’s lower body, and although the pressure on her arms seemed to increase, she didn’t care. She had a cock, a warm cock, sunk deeply into her, and a strong man thrusting against her. And just when the pleasure seemed to become too much to bear while maintaining her proper attention upon her master, the man who bought her stepped behind her again and smacked her ass, hard, with a paddle.
“I said to fuck him back!” Eric shouted, smacking her again. “Move those hips! Take him in, all the way, and then pull back! I want to see every muscle in your body moving to fuck him!” He began to hit her regularly, one cheek and then the other, hard and steady, making her wriggle and dance―wonderful, spreading pain behind her and a pole of flesh inside her and a hot man in front of her.
Eric directed the two of them for the next several minutes, leaving Robin’s ass to glow with remembered pain only long enough to use the same encouragement on Carl. But Carl was obviously much more used to that kind of punishment. Robin saw Eric bring out a whip made of long, black-rubber tresses, and hissed in sympathetic pain as Eric used it mercilessly all over Carl’s body.
But still, even as a trail of red lines appeared over his shoulders and across his back and along his legs, Carl didn’t falter. He continued to thrust and twist his hips and grind into and against Robin until she saw stars. And it was only when Eric used that rubber whip on her that she began to lose her strength and feel her hands slipping in the chain. Her fingers were getting numb.
“What a wimp,” Eric said the first time he saw her slip. “Get her down. I want to see her in another position.”
“Missionary is always appropriate for boy-girl couples,” suggested Jimmy with a laugh.
“All right,” Eric agreed. “Missionary first.”
On the bare floor, Carl and Robin were coached into position after position, until their bodies were coated with sweat. Riding him while he lay on his back, Robin had to endure the awful pain of those rubber lashes against her breasts, and she started to cry. But Eric didn’t stop to examine her tears, he only switched his attention to her back again, and as the welts heated and then cooled to itching lines of pain, Robin felt a new wave of pleasure wash through her.
She was put on her back with her legs up in the air, pushed up over Carl’s shoulders. Eric liked that, and kept them there for a long time, instructing Carl to spank her raised ass cheeks while they were so available.
And finally, he pulled them apart, and left Robin on her hands and knees, her most recent position, with her legs spread and her head hanging low as she panted in shallow breaths.
“OK, Raul. Get covered and get in,” Eric finally said. “Asshole. Might as well get her used to it.”
Robin didn’t even hear Raul’s answer. To her, only the cool pressure of a new penetration was the answer to Eric’s direction. She moaned, but it was no great discomfort. And unlike a lot of women she had known, she loved the feeling of intrusion and the guilty waves of pleasure when someone or something invaded her warm back passage.
Raul began to move gently, pushing in and slowly pulling out.
“Carl, I want you here. When Raul is ready, I want you to do it at the same time. Raul, stop playing and get to the point. Smack her a little; she needs it.”
Raul complied, and before long Robin was grunting as he slammed his cock along her narrow channel, building up a new heat that made her want to squirm and reach down between her legs to help a growing orgasm to reach its full flower. But she braced her arms against his relentless pounding and when he suddenly pulled out of her completely, she lost her balance and fell slightly forward, onto her elbows. She heard a slight snapping sound, and then felt the unmistakable sensation of warm fluid hitting her lower back, where it slipped up her spine and trickled off her sides. And then another light shower of fluid struck her right shoulder, to run in thin streams across her back, down her arm and down her neck.
Her new master had had his slaves shoot their come onto her body.
Not even Troy had done that. She trembled, moaned, and then cried out, a faint cry that was half surrender and half passion. Between her legs, her clit felt like it was red hot, pounding with need.
And it wasn’t over. Jimmy dragged Jeff over, and although Robin didn’t see it, jerked Jeff’s own dick back and forth in a rough parody of a man’s more concentrated movements and ordered the young man to shoot. His come also hit her back, this time to trickle entirely down to pool at the back of her neck and drip, slowly, through her hair.
She was marked the lowest of the household slaves. Even the “boy” had spilled his pleasure upon her. There was surely nothing else they could do that could shame her further. But even as she was dismissed to shower and get ready for bed, she knew that she was going to be proven wrong.
That night, as she lay in her bottom bunk, she was not very surprised when Raul came over to her and showed her his stiff cock.
“When the masters are not around, you obey me,” he reminded her. “And there’s no master here now. Let’s see how you suck, new girl.”
In the darkness, she used the skill that Chris had taught her, and rolled a condom over her fellow slave’s cock. There didn’t seem to be anything else to do. Her masters had said exactly what Raul quoted. Besides, what could she possibly do? Wake them up and complain?
Raul, despite having had one orgasm already that night, was quick in his second one. He sighed as he removed himself from her mouth. “You’re not bad for a girl,” he admitted. “But you have to be a lot better around here. Luckily, you’ll get a lot of practice. Carl, you still up?”
“Oh yeah. My turn, cunt.” And Carl’s bunk creaked as he rose and padded over.
“Please, guys,” Robin whispered, “Please don’t do this. This is my first night here! Can’t I just get a little used to things?”
“This is getting used to things,” Raul said, going back to his bed. “’Cause you better get used to us.”
Another cock, another blow job, and Carl was rougher then Raul. But luckily, he was just as quick. Robin wasn’t to learn exactly why the slaves liked to come quickly when they had a chance until she had spent several days in the house.
And then, when Carl finished, hissing his discontent with her oral skills, he didn’t leave her, but stayed by her head and called over to Jeff. “Come here, dick face, and get some face of your own for a change.”
And Robin had to suffer the intrusion of the houseboy’s cock as well, while Carl held onto her head and moved her for Jeff’s obviously rare pleasure.
By the time the three men had finished with her, her mouth was impossibly sore, her jaw aching and her head pounding. She was exhausted, stressed out, and suddenly scared.
But then, as she stretched out between the soft cotton sheets, she thought about what had just ha
ppened. Apart from the knowledge and sight of her two young masters, the three slaves of the household had all ruthlessly used her, without regard for her own feelings or pleasure. They had spoken of her among themselves, degrading her with their words as well as their actions.
Between her legs, a river ran. And to her instant understanding came the one instruction that her new masters did not give her. Slowly, as though she really didn’t believe it, her hand crept down to her naked pussy lips, which were barely covering the heated moisture that had gathered in tides of pleasure during the night. Her fingers closed around the sensitive flesh and she pulled gently at it until she could only sigh with pleasure. And then, in a fever of delight, she sent her fingers sliding to that one perfect spot and danced a wild jig on her hungry clit until she came and came and came, muffling her moans of ecstasy with the corner of her sheet.
Perhaps her new life wouldn’t be so bad after all. But if only there was even one other woman to share it with.
Chapter Seventeen
It didn’t take long for there to rise a certain pattern to her life. Chris Parker had told her that such was the lot of a slave, that their lives would fit a certain rhythm of existence from which they could receive a measure of security.
Early in the morning, she got up with Raul, who had been delighted to learn that she was a runner. Together, they ran, up into the hills and down again. He was faster than she, but she had him on distance. When they got back, they would do a couple of laps in the pool to cool off if the weather permitted, or just shower and get to work. He might be cruel to her during the night, or whenever the masters gave him license to be, but he was always cheerful in the morning.
She quickly established a working office, anxious to prove her worth. She set up her old Rolodex and called some of her old clients and contacts and jobbers. She called up all the auction houses and galleries she had worked with before and told them that she was now working as a private agent for a single client, and let them know what her new interests would be. Some of them expressed disbelief. Did she really give up a job that let her handle millions of dollars a year in artwork for a single client with eclectic tastes? What could be worth the switch?
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