by Paul Blades
Cringing at the demeaning remark, shamed at her obsequious obedience, Anna complied with the rude command. Her ass stung where it had been struck. She spread her legs widely so that her quim would be rendered convenient for the man’s penetration. She felt his hand caress her rear globes and then repossess her steamy slit, rubbing softly along her sensitized love lips, stroking softly her hardened and needy nub of pleasure.
“Kiss her and play with her tits while I fuck her,” Devlin ordered Elaine. She had been staring into Anna’s impassioned face with yearning of her own. She lowered her glass down to the table next to her and placed her hands on either side of Anna’s head, caressing her hair and looking sweetly, but lustfully into her eyes. Anna had never been kissed by a woman, not in that way at least, and part of her revolted against it now. She trembled as Elaine’s lips moved closer to hers and parted slightly, her tongue washing over them in anticipation. The hand in her loins was insistently driving her lusts and when her lips met Elaine’s and the younger woman deftly slipped her long, languorous tongue into her mouth, Anna moaned with passion.
Elaine’s lips pressed hard against hers as she explored her mouth. Her hands, gentle, soft, female hands, descended to Anna’s naked shoulders and then slipped under her torso. Anna moaned again when they took hold of her free swinging mounds and began to caress them, gently, but firmly, massaging their bulk and then deftly, exquisitely, teasing her fat, rigid nipples.
Devlin’s hand left her yearning sex and she felt the head of his cock probing at its entrance. She was overwhelmed with the combination of lust and shame that she felt as she awaited her impalement. Devlin’s hands took their place on her hips and his cock began a slow, steady advance along her tender canal, causing a wave of pleasure to pass through her. He sank to her depths, fully inside her and began his motion. His cock dragged along her exposed point of lust, thrilling her. She moaned deeply into Elaine’s energetic mouth and her body shook. The thick rod worked its way determinedly along her hot canal driving her further and further along the path towards ecstasy.
The subservient young woman was driven into a frenzy. She sucked hungrily at the tongue that filled her mouth and pressed her breasts into the hands that was pleasuring them. She rocked her hips against the thighs of her invader, encouraging his cock to move more quickly back and forth within her. The stiff pole relentlessly scoured her pussy’s walls, dragging across her engorged, electrified clit. All her reservations about submitting to the man’s rude, obscene demands passed away, subsumed by her growing lust. The hands that gripped her hips tightened and she heard the man who owned them and her groan lustily. When his cock began to jerk and spurt within her, it pushed her over the top and initiated the throbs and convulsions of her cunt.
“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!” she called out as she came. Part of her pictured her obscene display in the cultured room, her nakedness compared to the finely clothed bodies of her assailants, her long legs, her upwardly pointing ass made more delicious by the lift of her high heels. But it was only a momentary flash of visualization, as her mind succumbed to the exquisite sensations of her climax.
Anna felt the rocking of Devlin’s hips slow. The convulsions of her pussy faded into small, exciting echoes of her orgasm. Elaine reduced the tempo and intensity of their kisses and eased her massage of her naked, free swinging mounds. Anna gave a soft sigh as the cock that had driven her lusts softened and slipped from her slit.
Chapter Four
Anna’s heart continued to beat wildly even as the lips and mouth that had been exciting her left her body. Elaine gave her a last, loose lipped, soggy kiss that sent a warm pulse of pleasure through her. Devlin was running his heavy, strong but soft hands over her rump and her naked back. The heat of his touch kept her body on a soft burn. She looked into the lust filled face of Elaine. The pretty model was stroking Anna’s face with her left hand and had taken repossession of her glass of scotch with her right. She took a long sip of the amber liquid, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on Anna’s. Anna’s body shivered with apprehension as to what Devlin might make her do with the younger, svelte woman. The taste of her lips was still on Anna’s mouth and she felt shamed at the pleasure that the woman’s tongue and hands had brought her. Devlin’s hands circled round her torso and took hold of her dangling breasts, squeezing them firmly, his fingers pinching at her still stiffened nipples.
“You have a sweet cunt, Anna,” he said. “It’s too bad you don’t know how to use it better. I think I’ll have to get you some lessons. What do you think, Elaine, could you give my new whore some pointers?”
“Most certainly, Mr. Devlin,” Elaine responded, an impish smile on her pretty face. “I’d be glad to.”
“Would you like that, Anna? Would you like Elaine to show you how to fuck?”
Anna’s mind revolted at the thought. She knew that Devlin expected an answer to his question. But should she answer it honestly or lie? Would he punish her for saying what he would be sure to know was a falsehood, or give him another way to shame and humiliate her by saying ‘no’? But what was the truth? Elaine had shown her what a woman’s knowledge of female pleasures could bring her. The thought of Elaine’s tongue in her mouth, her soft, gentle hands flowing over her body gave her pussy a little twinge. Devlin’s continued massaging and teasing of her breasts didn’t help. But she wasn’t a lesbian! She felt shamed at how the woman had made her feel.
Deciding that admitting her revulsion at girl on girl sex was better than being punished for lying, Anna responded to her owner. “No, Mr. Devlin,” she murmured. She cursed herself for being unable to disguise the building passion in her voice as the hot hands on her breasts began to reignite her lust.
Devlin laughed. “Good girl, Anna!” he exclaimed. “You know better than to lie to me. But what you want isn’t important anymore. If I want you to suck on Elaine’s cunt you’ll do it. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna answered. Her stomach quailed at the thought of putting her mouth on a woman’s sex. She could see the gleeful anticipation in Elaine’s eyes. “Oh, god,” she thought. She feared that he would make her do it now. What would Devlin do if she refused? There would be no money for the Center, that was for sure. But would he call Vincent in and have him whip her until she complied? Her passionate response to Devlin’s fucking of her and the comfort she felt as his strong, hot hands wandered her body, extending her post coital bliss, had pushed from her mind where she was, what she was doing.
Suddenly, it all came back to her. Naked and prone in Devlin’s elegant library, she was reminded of how he had debased her. She was his plaything, at least until Monday. Each step in her defilement at his hands had made it easier to submit to the next. She had invested too much to not let the game play out. Once the money had been deposited into the Center’s account, things would be different. She could run or she could submit to the humiliation and shame of arrest for embezzlement. Until then, she was at Devlin’s mercy.
Devlin’s hands left Anna’s burning breasts and he gave her a playful slap on her behind. “Get up, Anna, we’re going out for dinner. I want you to wash out your pussy and put your dress back on. No sense staining it with my leaking cum. There’s a bidet in the bathroom upstairs. Wash yourself out good and then come back here. And be quick about it. I’m hungry.”
Anna stood and obediently placed her hands behind her back. Devlin had rung for Vincent and the butler appeared at the door to escort Anna upstairs. Dressed in only her garters and stockings, she followed him docilely into the hallway and up the long, wide, carpeted stairs to the second floor. He led her to a large, well appointed bathroom with a small bidet in the corner. Reluctantly, she turned on the water and, after removing her stockings and garter belt, squatted over it while Vincent stayed and watched. The spray was warm and comforting and she closed her eyes to blot out the sight of the tall, fearsome man as she introduced the nozzle to her quim and let the water enter her. She tried to blot out the thought of Devlin’s str
ange, callous butler, but his presence loomed over her. She could not drive from her mind Devlin’s promise of a punishment to be experienced later and the fact that it would be delivered at this man’s hands. A stone formed in her heart as she recalled the sharp, fierce pain he had induced in her that morning and she shivered.
There was a bar of creamy, scented soap next to the bidet and she lathered it in her hands and washed the outer lips of her sex conscientiously. When she had rinsed herself off, she opened her eyes again to see the butler staring at her coolly. She bit her lips to prevent tears coming to her eyes at her humiliation and fear. She stood and dried her loins with a large, fluffy towel and then, after redonning her scanty finery, followed Vincent back to the library.
When she entered it, her hands pressed together behind her, she saw Elaine squatting in front of Devlin. His cock was in her mouth and she was pleasuring him languorously. She had one hand resting on his thigh for balance and the other under the folds of her slinky, red, silk dress. Devlin’s head was leaning back and his eyes were closed to slits. After a moment, he opened them and saw Anna’s near naked form submissively posed, awaiting his pleasures.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” he sighed. He placed one hand on Elaine’s head and pushed her back gently. “Enough for now, Elaine. I want to save all of my jism for Anna. Besides, we’ve got to get going.” To Anna, he said, “I told you to get dressed. What are you waiting for?”
Anna cursed herself for forgetting how literal Devlin’s instructions could be. She jumped at his reminder of her duty and walked over to where her panties were laying on the floor. When she bent down to pull her panties over her high heels, Devlin shouted at her.
“Are you really that stupid, Anna? Did I tell you to put on your underwear?”
Anna quailed at Devlin’s hard, loud voice. “N-no, Mr. Devlin,” she murmured back at him.
“The why are you putting them on? Are you being purposely stupid or just disobedient?”
“Neither, Mr. Devlin,” Anna squeaked back. “I just thought…”
“Your job isn’t to think, Anna,” Devlin retorted. “It’s to do what I say. You’ve already earned three strokes of Vincent’s whip before the night’s over. You just earned two more. If you disobey me one more time, I’ll have him take you up to the punishment room where you can spend the night. Is that what you want?”
Anna trembled at Devlin’s threat and at the thought of the whipping she had coming. Tears filled her eyes. “No, Mr. Devlin,” she answered. “I’ll be good. I promise.” She was standing in front of him, her panties still dangling from her hand. He was staring back at her expectantly. Panicked that she might have earned more punishment by her delay, Anna cast the soft, silken undergarment aside and picked up her dress. She quickly stepped into it and drew it up over her hips. She pushed her arms through the straps, shrugged her shoulders so that they could find their places, and then stood at attention before the man, her hands crossed behind her. Her heart was pounding and her stomach roiled. It was just how she had felt when her father had ordered her around. His violence was random and drunken and she never knew when she would earn a blow from his powerful hands or a caustic stream of venom from his lips. She was helpless then and she was helpless now. She wanted to be brave, to steel herself against what Devlin was doing to her, how he was treating her, but something in her remembered how to act, recalled her unhappy tormented days of youth. It was like she was reliving them all over again.
Elaine had risen to her feet and, before they left, shot back the dregs of her scotch. The limo was waiting for them outside of the front door. The night was chilly, but the walk between the front door of the mansion and the rear seat of the long, warm, black luxury car was brief. Elaine got in first, then Anna, and then Devlin.
As the limo pulled down Devlin’s long, meandering driveway, Elaine opened the bar and pulled out the bottle of scotch. It had some Scottish name that Anna was not familiar with, but she could see that it was very expensive. The model poured two inches of the dark amber liquor into a glass for Devlin and then two more, one for herself and one for Anna. Anna sat back and took a sip. The scotch was smooth and heavy, unlike any that she had ever had. She usually drank it with ice, but she admitted that it would have been a shame to dilute the rich, delicious flavor.
“Drink it all up, Anna, and then have another. I want you nice and loose. You’re too tense.”
Devlin’s voice was soft and warm, almost friendly. She was surprised how quickly his moods changed. But she could not forget that it was the same voice that had promised her a whipping later tonight. She poured back the scotch obediently. It burned her throat had made her cough. She welcomed the rush of its effects, dulling her woeful thoughts, making her body tingle. Elaine quickly filled the thick, elegant tumbler with another two inches. “Bottoms up!” she toasted as she clinked her glass against Anna’s. Anna took that as an order to quickly down her glass’s contents and she finished it off in two, eager gulps. She handed the empty glass back to Elaine.
The rear compartment was flooded with the sounds of a classical symphony as they drove along. Anna welcomed its soothing tones, but she could not place it. Shuman? Shubert? Brahms? She couldn’t remember. The turns of the violins were comforting, the rhythms of the percussions soothing. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel the warmth of the bodies on either side of her. Her hands were on her thighs and the heat of her own flesh made her self conscious. Her loose breasts swayed as the limo made its turns along the country road. Her thighs were pressed together and she recalled that she was naked between them. Her skirt had ridden up when she sat down in the car exposing the tops of her sheer, silken stockings and the black straps of her garter belt. She hadn’t had the courage to pull it back down. Available. That’s how she felt. Either one of the people on either side of her could claim her flesh at any time. Her body was an instrument waiting to be played, just like the strings in the pleasing symphony flowing gracefully from the limo’s speakers.
Anna felt herself slipping into slumber when she heard Devlin’s harsh voice. “What are you doing, Anna?”
She was startled into immediate wakefulness. “Nothing, Mr. Devlin,” she answered trepidatiously. What had she done now?
“Your, hands, why aren’t they behind your back?”
Anna’s heart sank. “I, I...,” she started to answer.
“You better start listening to what I tell you, Anna, or I’m calling this whole thing off. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Mr. Devlin,” Anna replied. Her lips were trembling. He couldn’t call it off, not after what she had already been through! He just couldn’t! She snaked her hands behind her and leaned back on them obediently.
“That’s better,” Devlin said calmly. He patted her thigh with his large right hand.
Anna tried to fight back her tears as she worried that she had earned herself more punishment. She remembered Vincent’s cruel whip and the burning pain that it had caused her. She felt a tear roll down her check and she sniffled, trying not to cry. Devlin was staring straight ahead, disregarding her distress. Elaine, however, took pity on her.
“Oh, honey, you’ll mess your mascara,” she said sympathetically. She pulled a tissue from a dispenser built into the seat in front of them and gently daubed her eyes until they were dried. “There, there, now,” she said softly. “You’ll get used to it. Everything will be okay. I promise.”
Anna welcomed the pretty woman’s kind words. Would she get used to it? Would everything be okay? If only it were true. How could she ever get used to the chill that ran through her body every time that she heard Devlin’s voice? The feelings that he had resurrected in her, of her inadequacy, her shame at her body’s lusts and the meek and servile way that she had given herself over to his demands, it had taken years of therapy, oceans of tears, for her to suppress them, overcome them, once before. How would she deal with them now? What would be left of her after a year of service to this controlling man with an ins
atiable sexual appetite?
Elaine had poured Anna another glass of scotch. “Come on, honey,” she said sympathetically, “it’ll do you good.”
Anna obediently opened her mouth to let the soothing, mind numbing liquid enter her. Elaine poured it slowly, but steadily over her lips, and Anna swallowed it gratefully. Elaine put the glass back down and dabbed Anna’s lips with the tissue she had used to wipe away her tears. She caressed Anna’s cheek gently and turned her face toward hers. “You’re so pretty, Anna,” she said, her voice husky, laden with lust. She pressed her lips to Anna’s and gave her a soft kiss. Once, twice, she married them together, sucking at Anna’s air. Anna felt her womb contract as the warmth of Elaine’s lips transferred to hers. The third time that their lips met Anna felt the young woman’s tongue gently beg entrance to her mouth. She spread her lips and let it slide between them.
Anna’s head was woozy with the effects of the scotch. She let her body relax as Elaine’s nimble tongue inflamed her. She swooned as the heat of her loins spread through her body. Her hands pressed against her back felt sweaty and hot. When she felt Elaine’s hands take hold of the straps to the bodice of her dress and slide them across her shoulders and down her arms, lowering her bodice to her waist, she gave a small whine of protest which was converted to a moan when the young woman’s hand took possession of her heavy, engorged breasts, one at a time, each in turn, massaging them lovingly, teasing and pinching her hardened nipples.
It was wrong. Anna knew it. She wasn’t a lesbian. She had no lust for women. Nonetheless, a woman’s tongue was driving her passions, her hand was fueling her lust. She moaned in half protest when she felt Elaine’s hand slide down over her tummy and come to rest upon her thigh. A spark of resistance flamed within her. She remembered where she was, that Devlin was sitting next to her, that the coarse looking, Latino driver could certainly see her in the rear view mirror if he chose to look back.