Caine’s mouth came near her ear again, and he whispered, “If you wanted to be hanged today, we could have taken care of that earlier. I was under the impression you wanted to live.”
Olivia recalled that she was not brave enough to endure strangulation again. She put much more animation into her next effort.
“Master, I beg you to penetrate my worthless bottom. Fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked. Punish me with your great cock!” she shouted.
“That’s a little better,” he muttered. He took his organ in hand and drove deeply into her with a single thrust.
Olivia lifted her head and cried out, “Master, oh, you’re so rough! Ah! Please go a little slower. I think you’ll break me in half!”
“Tell them what a slut you are, Mrs. Addison,” Caine said, ignoring her pleas and driving deeper into her.
“Yes, it’s true, I am a dirty slut… oh, oh, ohhhh!” she screamed, the last cry forced out when Caine rammed the remaining four inches of his organ into her bowel with one mighty push.
“Now, tell everyone about how you swallowed half the cocks in your country club just to climb the social ladder,” Caine ordered, making tiny motions with his penis that was now buried to the root deep in his slave.
“Oh master, please finish! I didn’t take any cocks… Please, master, do you want me to lie?” she asked piteously.
He pulled halfway out, and then drove back into her again. She moaned.
“If you can honestly say that you never gave out any sexual favors in return for social advantage,” he said, “then you don’t have to make anything up. But I will find out if you’re something holding back, and if I do…” he reached out and placed his big hand lightly around her long neck. In fact, he was bluffing and had no plans to investigate her past doings in Celestial County.
She wept brokenly. “Oh, master, I should not have tried to hide anything from you. You know me too well. There was a judge who said he would put me on the organizing… oh! ow!...” She sputtered to a halt, as Caine began pumping in and out of her bowels furiously.
“Go on,” he said, as he continued his machine-like strokes. As he did so, he reached down between her legs and began to vigorously rub her swollen clit.
“The… oh… committee… f… for… the… oh, help me! The judge said… please no more! Ohhh! …did it in… ahh! …his cabana… ohhhh!” she valiantly tried to finish the story as Caine brutally assaulted her back door. She felt him shudder as he seized her firmly around the hips, jamming himself as deep as possible as he came.
Even as his rod was spasming inside her, she could feel herself on the verge of a climax from the girl Kim’s tongue followed by Caine’s manipulations. She bucked her hips crazily, and whispered, “Don’t stop… please don’t… stop,” as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
After it was over, and Olivia had a chance to review what had just happened, her spirits sank lower still. She had performed like a cheap whore for an audience, another new low point in her life. She did not need Caine to remind her of her final duty.
She turned to look back at him. “Please, master, let me clean you off with my mouth.”
Caine grunted and pulled out of her ass. His legs were weak from the session and there was a buzzing in his ears. He staggered around to stand before the crouching Olivia.
“Here,” he said, flipping his slippery and still quite large penis in her face. “Do a good job of it.”
She opened her mouth, and he crammed himself inside.
“Just pretend I’m that judge,” he said as she struggled to breathe with his still half-erect meat in her throat, “and I’m considering whether to impose the death penalty on you. Look at me while you work,” he ordered.
As his cock finally began to shrink, he pulled it out.
“Not too bad,” he commented. “I’m sure we have some excellent pictures of your performance. I’ll look them next week, and decide which ones I want to sell in the adult erotica galleries in Celestial County. We’ll put them in an album called something like… he hesitated, then said, “‘Mrs. Olivia Addison: Slave to Passion’; something like that. How does that sound? I’m sure it will be a big seller. If I’m right, I can sell it all over the country and make quite a lot of money.”
Her eyes widened in horror as the import of his words sank in. Her degradation was going to be displayed for sale along with the filthiest pornography, back in her home town. Her cheeks flushed scarlet, and her neck bent down in a new rush of shame.
Suddenly, she felt a heavy blow on her face, that knocked her over on her side.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Caine asked mildly, a little smile playing over his lips. “I’m going to a lot of trouble to make you famous, you know.”
“Thank you, master,” she said, looking up, her head still on resting on the cool marble floor. “You are too good to me.”
Chapter Seven
It was the next evening after dinner when the servant girls called for Elenora. They led her through the halls to a part of the vast mansion she had never seen before. They took her through a set of glass doors which were fogged inside with condensation, making it impossible to see what was behind them.
Inside was a huge room, with a glass ceiling arching high overhead. It was a bathhouse, the most magnificent one she had ever seen. Running down the center was a marble bath the length of a competition swimming pool, wispy clouds swirling from the surface. The bath and the deck surrounding it were clad in pink marble slabs and decorated with mosaics of semi-precious stones. There were comfortable-looking chairs and lounges grouped around tables. In addition, she was not surprised to see restraining devices and a rack holding the now familiar assortment of whips, canes and crops. Relaxing on one of the lounges, wearing an expensive-looking silk bathrobe embroidered with a dragon, and smoking a cigar, was Caine.
“There you are, Elenora,” he said, with a puff of smoke. “How do you like my bathroom?”
“It’s bigger than the city bath house in New Manchester,” she replied. “It’s beautiful,” she added, looking upward and turning slowly around to gawk at the elaborate carvings and relief sculptures on the stone walls.
“If you like it now, you should see it in the daytime, with the sunlight coming through the ceiling,” Caine said, nodding. He dismissed the servant girls, and went on, “I brought you here to try you out as my bath attendant. I don’t suppose you have any objections?”
“Oh no, sir!” she responded hastily. “I don’t really know what my duties will be, master, but I will certainly do my best to perform them to your satisfaction,” she said earnestly.
“Don’t worry, my dear. I will teach you myself.” Caine smiled. “First, we need to review. What do you ask me for each time you serve me?”
She thought back to two days before, the last time she had attended him. She placed her slender forefinger on her puckered lips in an attempt to remember. Caine waited patiently.
“Um, to be… disciplined, master?” she replied uncertainly.
“Very good,” he replied. He pointed. “Over on that table you will find a round wooden paddle and a three-bladed whip. Bring them to me.”
The girl immediately went to the table and returned with the items he had requested. She stood obediently by the end of the lounge, holding the whip and paddle, and awaiting further instructions.
“Now you must ask for discipline,” Caine said. “I can spank your sweet bottom with that paddle, or correct your lovely breasts with the whip. Which one do you think would improve you the most: a tit-whipping, or a good, hard ass-paddling?”
Her mind balked at having to make such a decision. If he ordered her to do something, she had no choice, but how could she decide to pick one torture over another?
“Well, what do you say, Elenora?” Caine urged. “If you don’t choose something, I will punish you severely and then you will still have to undergo the discipline.”
She thought quickly. She remembered the horrible
pain in her poor breasts when he whipped her there the last time, and she said, “The paddle, master. I choose the paddling.”
“And why, pray tell, did you make that choice?” he asked.
“Because I…” she hesitated, sensing that he might be displeased with the answer, but unable to withhold the truth (indeed, Elenora was incapable of lying, even if her life depended upon it) “…I think it might not hurt as much as the other.”
“But my dear,” Caine responded, smiling, “pain is what makes discipline work. It is the pain that provides the encouragement to improve your performance, don’t you agree?”
She thought about it, and was obliged to agree. “Yes, I suppose so,” she said.
“Now, do I remember correctly that you told me you wanted to be the very best servant possible?” he asked again.
“Yes, master, I do,” she agreed again.
“So, then,” he continued relentlessly, “if you wish to be the best possible servant, you must ask for the most painful alternative, not the least.”
She again considered for a short time. It did not seem right that she should have to ask for the harshest correction, but she could find no flaw in his reasoning. “Yes, master, you are right,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Then what should you have asked for?” he demanded.
He had trapped her. His arguments were too clever for her. She could think of nothing to say but, “I should have asked to have my… my breasts whipped.”
Caine nodded. “That is correct. As this is your first experience asking for discipline, I will not punish you.”
She sighed in relief.
“In fact, I will give you a reward,” he continued. “Since you asked for the paddling, I will give you that as soon as I have finished administering the tit-whipping.”
Elenora gasped at the unfairness of it. “But how is that…?” she began weakly.
“But me no buts, my girl,” Caine said, cutting her short and rising from the lounge. She could see his erection bulging out from beneath the thin material of the robe. He answered he unfinished question. “It is a reward, because it will help you reach your goal of being the perfect slave. Now it is time for you to beg for the correction you have chosen.” He finished.
Elenora began to cry. How could he be so cruel to her? What had she done to deserve this?
“Please master… (sniff, sniff), please discipline my (sniff) br.. titties with this whip,” she said, extending the instrument to him.
“Kneel down there and hold them up for me the way Milla and the other one, whatshername… Susan did the other day,” he ordered accepting the whip from her. He stood over Elenora, savoring the sight of the beautiful slave presenting her incredible mounds to be beaten.
“You will receive fifteen on your tits. You will count the strokes, and thank me for each one,” he said sternly. He lashed down at her, leaving livid crimson streaks across the smooth flesh of the upper surfaces of Elenora’s superb breasts.
She screamed. “Ahh! It hurts! Please don’t …”
He struck again, crossing the marks he had made on her left breast with the first stroke, and scoring on her delicate right nipple. “That’s zero, so far. You failed to count, or thank me,” he said, ignoring her piteous wail.
“Ahh!” she gasped. “One… thank you, master,” she managed to get out.
“That’s better,” he said, striking again, and drawing three more burning stripes across the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen.
“Two!” she screamed. “Oh, thank you, master,” Elenora sobbed.
So it went for the full fifteen strokes until, by the end, the tender flesh of her upper globes was virtually all angry red or purple, and trickles of blood oozed from a few places. Elenora, still down on her knees, wept freely.
“Th-thank you… f… for disciplining me, master,” she stuttered.
“Was it painful, my dear?” Caine asked.
“Oh, master, was terribly painful,” she answered, looking up beseechingly.
“And what lesson have you learned about discipline?” he inquired.
“Tha… that I must always ask for the most painful correction,” she said, hesitantly.
“Since you have absorbed that valuable lesson, we will put off the paddling for now,” he told her. His erection was distracting him from the schedule. As much as he enjoyed punishing this beautiful, innocent girl, the act of correcting her was exciting him too quickly. He decided not to waste any more time with discipline but to move on.
Elenora’s face brightened at this, and she smiled up at him gratefully through her tears. “Oh thank you, master! I’ll be extra good today, you’ll see,” she promised, so happy was she to avoid the second beating.
“I will instruct you on your duties as my attendant,” Caine said. “Come over to the bath with me, and take my robe.”
Elenora followed him to the edge of the water, and slipped the silk robe from his shoulders. He was nude beneath, and sported, she saw, a huge erection, which was pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. Elenora’s eyes widened for a moment at the sight, and she drew in a quick breath.
“Come with me,” Caine said, extending a hand to her. Together, they entered the waters down a set of steps. The water was pleasantly warm. This part was shallow and came up only to the middle of Elenora’s thighs.
Caine sat on the floor of the pool with his back to the wall, drawing Elenora down beside him. “You will begin by cleaning my entire body with your tongue. Begin”
Elenora knelt in the water before her master and gently lifted his right foot up to her face. She began to lick it, starting with the sole and then carefully laving each toe and the upper surface. After she was finished with one foot, she moved on to the other, then began to run her tongue over his hairy legs, watching him from the corner of her eye to see how well he liked the service. He appeared to be relaxing and enjoying the attention, she thought. His eyes were closed and his head rested against the smooth, curved marble of the edge .
But as she was working her way up the back of his left calf, he abruptly said, “You can skip that for now. Come up here, and start licking my asshole.” He turned to face the wall, and lifted his posterior so that his buttocks just broke the surface of the water.
Elenora shuddered, but moved her face close to her owner’s hindquarters and, taking a deep breath, gingerly extended her small pink tongue in the direction of Caine’s brown hole. She found the order very difficult to follow, and her tongue hovered an inch away, frozen in place.
“Well,” he said, turning his head to look over his shoulder, “are you going to make me regret not paddling you?”
At this, Elenora set her jaw, closed her eyes, and leaned in to do the job. Fortunately, her master was reasonably clean, and there was hardly any taste. She ran her tongue around the outside of the hole several times. She heard Caine sigh with pleasure. She discovered that it was not too bad, as long as she did not think too much about what she was doing. But then came the command she had been dreading:
“Inside, too,” he growled, “all the way in.”
Elenora did not pause even for a second, knowing that if she stopped to think what she was about to do, she probably would not be able to perform the task.
With one sudden movement, she forced the pointed tip of her tongue into his rectum. Here there was a definite taste, although not strong one, of human waste.
“Pull my cheeks apart and go deeper,” Caine ordered.
Elenora spread his buttocks and moved closer so that her nose was flush against the valley between his bottom cheeks, and forced her tongue into him as far as it would go. The taste was stronger here, and she nearly jerked her head back involuntarily, before she was able to control herself and continue to serve her master. She wondered how long he wanted her to keep at this disgusting task; it was starting to get hard to breath.
After what seemed to her like a very long time, he sighed contentedly, and said, “You can stop now. There’s n
othing better than a good rim job from a soft-tongued young girl.”
He ordered her to go to a bar on the deck, and bring back a bottle of wine and two glasses on a tray. The tray was made of some light wood so that it floated, and there were holders cut in the bottom to keep the glasses and the bottle from tipping.
Caine opened the bottle and filled the glasses half way.
“Drink it,” he said. “It will wash the taste out and, more importantly, your breath won’t smell like my ass.” He raised his glass.
Elenora held the stem of wine goblet uncertainly. “I’ve never had any alcohol,” she explained, in answer to his puzzled expression. “My father didn’t believe in it.”
He laughed. “No sex and no drinking. What did your father believe in, I wonder? Well, it doesn’t matter now. I am ordering you to drink that.”
Elenora raised the glass to her lips and took a sip, prepared for the worst. Luckily, the wine was sweet, fruity and mild. She smiled with pleasure, and quickly drained the glass. She felt a little light-headed afterwards, but the sensation was far from unpleasant.
Caine instructed her to place the tray up on the deck and to return to sit beside him in the water.
“Come closer to me, my dear,” he told her. “Put your arm around me and lick my face.” As he spoke, he moved his hand down to her buttocks, and then between her legs from behind. When his fingers touched her nether lips, she paused her tonguing for a moment.
“No, don’t stop, girl,” Caine said, “unless you want me to kiss you with a whip. Spread your legs.” As she resumed running her tongue over his cheek, his fingers invaded her pussy.
“Move closer to me,” he directed. “I want to feel your nipples on my body. Rub your tits on me.” His voice had become lower and a little thicker.
As she slowly rubbed her soft breasts over his chest, he continued to manually penetrate her slot and tease her love button.
“I generally prefer to ass-fuck my slaves,” he confided, “but I do occasionally enjoy a nice young pussy, especially a virgin, from time to time.”
Elenora realized for the first time that Caine was going to take her maidenhead in a few moments. She knew that the idea should have frightened her, but somehow the glass of wine had banished her normal inhibitions, and the warm glow coming from where her master’s fingers were fondling had made her forget her fear. She seemed to be drifting on a soft cloud of pleasure, as she had the last time when Caine had made her masturbate. She realized he was far better at stimulating her than she was herself. She kissed him and murmured meaningless soft syllables in his ear.
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