by JJ Argus
“That’s it, whore. Show me how you worship me. Lick my foot. Do it, slut.’
She moaned helplessly, awash in wild, conflicting emotions. But the overwhelming nature of the dark, sexual hunger forced all else to the side as she licked with growing excitement at his foot, abasing herself before him. And when he ordered it, she licked at his toes, too, and sucked on them before he jerked her head back and made her crawl forward.
“Lick the floor there. That looks like a bit of dirt,” he ordered. “Clean it with your tongue.”
She licked at the floor, and licked at the baseboard, and then he led her into the adjoining bathroom, and made her lick the floor there, and then lick at the base of the toilet.
“Lick up the side, slut!”
Spirit was in a different world, a sexual fever making her barely able to keep from trembling, from shaking. With her tongue pushed as far out of her mouth as she could, she licked slowly up the side of the toilet bowl again and again.
“Now the rim, slut.”
She whimpered but obeyed, licking at the rim of the toilet, then, without being ordered, licked over the rim and inside.
“That’s it, you nasty little sex slave. Now get over here so I can fuck what’s left of your brains out!” he growled.
Sex slave! The words sent a tidal wave of heat sweeping through Spirit’s mind and body!
He yanked harshly on the leash and she jerked sideways, panting, moaning. He put her in the center of the big bathroom, forced her chin, her upper body down to the floor, with her ass high and legs spread.
When she felt his cock rubbing up and down along her burning, volcanic opening she felt the orgasm start, and desperately tried to repress it until she felt him thrusting into her. She made it - barely, and then cried out as his cock pushed deep into her spasming, burning pussy and her come exploded like a nova.
Every beat of her heart, every deep, aching thrust of his cock seemed to send a roaring wave of sensory heat washing through her trembling body, and he cursed her and yanked on the leash. The collar dug into her throat and lifted her upper torso bodily off the ground as his hips slapped against her buttocks again and again.
“Come, you slut! Let me hear you scream!’
She heard herself scream, or at least, cry out, again and again, in helpless animal passion as the sensory storm washed over her. She cried out repeatedly as each wave of crackling sexual electricity washed over her, until the pressure of the collar digging into her throat stopped her from inhaling enough air to cry out again. She moaned and gurgled as her trembling hands found the floor and supported her, easing the pressure against her throat, then gasped in pain as he whipped at her bottom with the hand end of the leash.
His heavy body bent, folding down above her, so his mouth was against her throat.
“Come for me, whore. Come for me, slut! Come, you nasty little slave girl,” he growled, biting at the nape of her neck as his hands kneaded her breasts.
With his weight on her back, pressed into her rear, his heavy arms around her, Spirit felt - surrounded, enveloped in his strength, and shuddered with heat as his cock continued to stroke powerfully inside her.
He had mounted her like a stallion, like a bull, rutting into her as she gurgled and moaned in helpless pressure.
Chapter Six
“A job!?”
“A job. I'll start you in low, but if you show any promise, if you apply yourself, I'll see you're rewarded with more interesting work.”
“I don't want to work in a fucking cubicle all my life,” she said sulkily.
He slapped her face, enough to sting but not enough to leave a mark, and she staggered back a half step. “What did I say about watching your language, slut!?”
Fuck you!
“I-I'm sorry... sir,” she said, face flushed.
Why didn't she just tell him to go fuck himself!? Why did she care what he thought or wanted!? A job? She hated working. Work was dull and boring, and people treated you like a fucking servant! Of course, it might be valuable to have some experience on her resume other than waiting on tables. It wasn't like she was going to be living here forever. Still, the idea of working for a living did not fill her with enthusiasm.
She didn't feel able to say no to him, though, for some reason. And it wasn't really for fear he'd slap her face or something. No, it was because a part of her she refused to even acknowledge wanted his respect in some strange way. And maybe by working, she could show him she was more than a dumb fuck-doll.
Besides, it was undeniable that she did actually need to do something for a living. It wasn't like she was a rich bitch like Davie.
* * *
There were two reason to go visit Carey Rutherford’s room. First, was to taunt her, and tease her, and see if there was an opening for her to do something further - to get back at her old man for dominating Spirit so thoroughly.
The second was somewhat more practical in that they were the same height and roughly the same measurements. and she needed something - modest - for work. Granted, the blonde had smaller boobs, but whatever tops she wore would be deliberately loose, whereas Spirit liked her tops quite a bit tighter, so it should work out perfectly.
She sneered at the looks of the room as soon as she entered. There were no pictures of half naked rock stars on the walls. Instead there were lovely framed prints of flowers and kittens.
“Gag me,” she muttered.
The four poster bed was topped by a pink canopy. Pink bed curtains were held back against the four posts by bright, lacy fabric ties. There were lace covers on her night tables, and the bed was piled high with lace pillows.
Off to the right was the closet area, which was a long hallway with closets all along both sides. At the end was the half open doorway to the en-suite bathroom, and the sound of the shower came through it.
Spirit’s interest piqued and she grinned to herself. She had no doubt whatever that the girl was the kind who would squeal and half kill herself trying to hide her naked body if anyone showed up, female or not. Delicious! She would catch her by surprise and embarrass her! Maybe she could even make some complimentary remark about her breasts or something to add to the girl’s embarrassment.
Or... was there something else she could do? Her mind spun as she moved closer to the door. Turning the bitch into a fuck-doll would sure show her old man! Not just a fuck-doll, either, but a bondage fuck-doll! Rutherford seemed to like tying girls up, after all! What would he think if he saw a video of his own precious little baby all tied up and screaming in orgasm!?
She eased her head into the bathroom. It was, like every other one she'd seen here, large and luxurious. There was a long counter along the right with a mirror covering the wall. Ahead was a toilet and bidet, and to the left a large, sunken tub with a marble wall around it. In the corner was a shower stall, enclosed by glass panels, and the girl was inside – naked of course.
The ventilation system worked quite well, so that the glass doors didn't really fog up much. The girl had a nice looking body, Spirit thought with a hungry purr. She'd had sex with girls before, and it could be fun. She was betting the little princess hadn't had a lot of attention paid to her in the way Spirit could. If she wasn't a virgin, the guys who had fucked her were probably boys, panting, eager, slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am types.
She paused, feeling a thrill of exquisite heat run along her spine as she realized the girl was sort of propped in the corner, head back, hands between her legs.
Oh this is too fucking good!
She turned and raced back to their suite, got the video camera, then raced back. Along the way, she took a detour, ran to Rutherford’s room. She knew he was out of the house, and she knew what she'd find in the cupboard to the side, knew because he'd shown her.
Then she was back at Carey's doorway, fighting to keep her breathing down as she zoomed in on the girl. The shower glass was fairly clear, clear enough if the girl turned she might see her, but she was clearly intent on other things as she ar
ched her back and pumped something in her pussy.
Spirit dropped to her knees to be less noticeable, watching as the girl masturbated, as her hands played over her slick body. Now she could hear her gasps and moans above the sound of the shower, and knew the microphone would hear it too.
What the fuck was the girl using? It looked like some sort of plastic bottle. Spirit snickered to herself as she zoomed in, then zoomed back. The girl had shaved her pussy. She wondered why, if no one was seeing it. Then again, it was in fashion.
The girl started to moan, and Spirit's lips curled into a sneer. The little slut was a moaner, she thought with glee. Only she was wrong, for the moans turned into soft, passionate cries of pleasure that rose to something very nearly a scream when the orgasm took her.
There were a number of thoughts which passed through Spirit's mind; the snotty words she could use, the blackmail she could use to force the girl to submit. But instead she put the camera down, still running, still aimed at the shower stall, and quickly stripped.
She left the toys she'd brought with her, bringing only one thing as she stepped to the shower stall naked – a slender rope from her father's room, one he had used on her the other night.
She slid open the door and found Carey propped on a bench, legs spread, slumped, head back, eyes closed as she groaned. Apparently the orgasm had taken a lot out of her.
Spirit felt a moment of envy, then slid the door soundlessly closed.
“Mind if I share your shower? Mine's not working,” she said in as calm and normal a voice as she could manage.
Carey's eyes shot open and she let out a scream as she jerked to her feet. But the bottle was still stuffed deep inside her, and she fell back against the wall, aghast, staring at the naked girl standing before her.
“I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?” Spirit asked coolly, eyes looking down at the bottle protruding from the other girl's shaven sex.
“G-Get out of here!” Carey cried in a shrill voice, face flaming.
Instead Spirit moved towards her, forcing her back against the wall.
“But why?” she asked. “You're a horny little girl. I'm a horny little girl. We can be horny together,” she said in a purring voice.
Carey was desperately trying to hide the bottle, her hands over her groin, but when Spirit leaned into her so her breasts pressed against the other girl's wet flesh Carey yelped, her hands rising, pushing against Spirit's shoulders. Spirit was ready for it, though, and gripped her wrists firmly and quickly, shoving them up and back against the wall above the girl's head.
She leaned into them and quickly swept the rope around the girl's wrists, while the surprised young women gaped at her and struggled, off-balance.
The shower stall had a huge overhead shower head, like a dinner plate to spray water down. But it also had shower heads at two different levels along three sides of the stall. She forced Carey back against one of the shower heads which was at chest height, and quickly wrapped the rope around the shower head above that, standing on her toes to do it.
“Wh-what are you – are you crazy!?” Carey cried frantically.
“No, I'm horny, like you,” she said, running a hand down between the girl's legs.
Carey squealed, twisting her hips away, but Spirit chuckled in delight, gripping the base of the bottle and pushing it up.
“Oww! Don't! Ohh!”
“You really should get something softer than this,” Spirit said.
She bent and sucked and licked at one of the girl's breasts, her tongue circling and caressing the hard little pink nipple. Then she sank to her knees before the still quivering, shocked girl and began to work on her pussy.
With the bottle still protruding, her sex lips were open, and she let her tongue caress them, running up and down both sides before stroking across her clit.
“Stop it! Stop it! Please! Don't! Please!” Carey sobbed helplessly.
But her protests faded under Spirit's touch, and she was soon moaning in helpless pleasure.
“Nooo,” she moaned. “Please! Oh God! Ohhh! Unnggh! Ohhh!”
With her wrists bound tightly there was little she could do but stand there as the girl knelt between her legs and did incredible things to her with her mouth. The feel of Spirit's tongue on her clitoris brought swirling, churning sensual pleasure she had hardly known existed flooding into her mind and body, and she trembled and twisted and writhed as the wild heat took hold of her.
“I'm going to make you my little slut,” Spirit said, eyes gleaming as she looked up the length of the girl's sleek, wet body.
Her hands slid up onto the blonde girl's soft, full breasts, and began to knead them as she licked and sucked on her clitoris, and before long Carey was crying out again and again as a massive orgasm tore through her, and then another.
Spirit rose, letting the bottle fall free. Two, then three, then four fingers slid into the girl's pussy as her thumb worked over her clit. She seized her blonde hair behind her head, jerking it up and back as Rutherford had often done to Spirit, and crushed her lips down onto Carey's. Her tongue shot into the blonde girl's mouth and she pressed her breasts in against Carey.
“I have so much to teach you – little slut,” she breathed as the girl gurgled in dazed heat.
She masturbated her to another orgasm, then left her there, stepping out of the stall to get the dildo she'd appropriated from David's room. He'd had a drawer full of stuff there, and this strap-on had been at the bottom of it. Now she slipped the straps on and got back into the stall.
The slit-eyed blonde saw her, and her eyes widened. She shook her head helplessly and Spirit grinned and stepped forward. “I'm going to do you, pretty girl,” she taunted. “And you're going to scream in pleasure.
She spun the girl around and slapped her bottom stingingly, drawing a cry of pain.
“Spread your legs, slut!” she ordered.
She positioned herself behind the girl, and slid the long, thick dildo up between her thighs, up into her pussy, taking her the same way Rutherford had taken her the first time.
Carey, of course, knew nothing about that. All she knew was that her breasts felt hot and swollen, and her entire body was burning with heat. Her mind was overwhelmed, and had been the moment she had realized she wasn't alone. Gripped by shock, heat, horror, humiliation, wild excitement, fear, and arousal she hadn't had a moment to try to think, to decide on a reaction or response. She felt like a kitten battered back and forth by a cruel older cat, her mind spinning.
And now the cock-like thing strapped to Spirit's body was thrusting up into her, and felt so incredibly good compared to the bottle she had used! Spirit's fingers were rubbing her clit, and kneading her breast, and the girl's lips were on the nape of her neck, and it was just all too intense to cope with as another orgasm welled up within her and tore off the top of her head.
She was defenseless, completely lacking experience, unable to stop long enough to catch her breath, humiliated yet helplessly aroused. She soon found herself kneeling, wrists tied behind her back, sucking Spirit's 'cock' as the girl taunted her. Then the cock thing had come free, and, blushing furiously, but with the other girl's firm fingers in her hair, she had licked Spirit's pussy until the girl had come.
More had followed. Spirit had brought her back into her bedroom and tied her to the corners of the bed, then spent hours making love to her, tormenting her, taunting her. She had used ice cubes and feathers and hot candle wax and vibrators and dildos and her own agile tongue and fingers to make the helpless girl squirm and thrash and scream into a gag as orgasm after orgasm trampled her inhibitions underfoot.
Spirit had taken her every imaginable way, with her tongue and fingers, and with the strap-on. She had even sodomized her.
She had also spanked her quite hard, while masturbating her at the same time, making her beg to be allowed to come, beg for Spirit to find men to come and fuck her, to find men to gang-bang her, begged to taught how to be a prostitute, how to be a stripper. Spi
rit brooked no argument, no defiance, and Carey was slapped, pinched, and cursed whenever she failed to obey during the all-night sex forced upon her.
It was her first real sexual experience, and it was to have a lasting impact on her mind, on her sexuality, on her fantasies – especially the fact she was tied up throughout.
Chapter Seven
Spirit resented having to dress “normal”, though to some degree this was eased by her inner knowledge that she was far from a boring, “normal” girl, but was, in fact, engaged in a nasty, wicked, perverted adulterous affair. And if you were hot and wild did you really need to advertise it, she thought, consoling herself.
Her hair was straight now, and she wore a blue silk blouse which, while being tight against her chest, was reasonably modest and tucked into gray skirt which, while not exactly knee length was still considerably lower than what she usually wore. All I need, she grumbled to herself, is a pair of fucking pearls around my neck. She ran her fingers along her throat for a moment. Rutherford had even forbidden her the dog collar cum bondage collar she often wore.
Nor was she happy at wearing high heels. They were stilettos, though not high enough to qualify as fuck-me shoes. Still, she was a girl who preferred dockers, or at least black tennis shoes. She had never gone in for all that girlie-girlie shit. And for the last few years she had dressed to emphasize how different she was, how unique, how different she was from “respectable society”.
Rutherford had insisted, though, and he was not a man to be ignored.
The odd thing was that Davie had hardly even noticed. Jesus, what a loser! What had she ever seen in that idiot?
So now here she was a working girl, dressed like a `normal`, working in an office. For now all she was doing was learning how to order supplies, but Rutherford had promised her more interesting work if she proved capable of, as he put it, `not fucking up’ too much.