Deceived and Enslaved

by Leo Barton

  'Be my guest.'

  'Do you remember me, Lillian dear?' Her panties were now free from her. Simmons was running his thumb over her anus, his index finger stroking her sex lips at the same time.

  'Yes, sir.'

  'You know I was very upset when you turned me down.'

  'Sorry, sir.'

  'You are not going to turn me down this time, are you?'

  'No, sir.'

  'Oh yes she is a good girl now. I must congratulate you, Lance, on your achievement here. She used to be such a feisty so and so, and look at her now, lying there on all fours like the true submissive I always knew her to be. Would you mind if I just had a taste? I like to give our girls a bit of a licking now and then.'

  'Please go ahead.'

  Ralph Simmons placed his head on the floor and pulled Lillian down on him, squeezing her buttocks then gliding his tongue along the engorged ridge of her sex lips. Lillian had not had oral sex like this for so long, even if it was being administered by such a creepy man, it was pleasurable. His tongue glided up and down her, flicked at the knot of her clitoris so deftly that Lillian sucked in deeply with the pleasure.

  'Now, now, Ralph, we don't want the girl coming, do we?'

  'Quite right, Lance.'

  'Maybe you should tan her bottom, she likes that.'

  'Bottoms up, girls!' Ralph ordered. The girls pushed out their bottoms an extra inch or two.

  'I'd use the cane if I were you. It's usually very effective for this kind of thing.'

  'I certainly will.'

  Both girls lay quivering at the thought of Ralph Simmons caning them. Penny was the more excited, as she had come to enjoy a good caning at her master's hands, and in fact was almost disappointed if he was remiss and forgot to administer her daily thrashing. Lillian too, though, wanted to feel pain to show her master just how obedient she had become.

  The first stroke of the cane caught Lillian on the top of her thighs.

  'I must be out of practice,' Simmons chuckled to himself, before bringing the cane down again on the firm cheeks of her bottom. 'Bulls eye!'

  'I find she quite likes it, you know, between her cheeks, Ralph.'

  'Is that so?'

  'Lillian, would your spread your cheeks for the gentleman.'

  There was a big difference to Lillian between a good spanking or even caning and being made to spread her bottom cheeks so that Simmons could hit the tender flesh of her anus. The pain when that happened was usually so excruciating that sometimes, and no matter how well trained she was, she could not help but cry out. She knew why her master was doing this. He was doing this precisely to show how well she had been mastered. It was another test, for she knew that Willingham was very proud of his achievement at training her, and he would be very let down if she was to make the slightest sound.

  While biting on her bottom lip, Lillian spread her buttocks as wide as she could and waited for the cane to descend on her. The next stroke fell across her spread buttocks just below where her hands gripped her flesh. Then, however, Ralph Simmons stood aside her, facing in the direction of her bottom. The pain when the cane made contact was excruciating, but Lillian still managed not to cry out.

  'Oh please, do it again!' Willingham encouraged.

  'That really is quite amazing, how not one sound came from her. My pretty Penny here, as you will see, always bawls when I do that to her.'

  'It's good training, Ralph.'

  'Maybe I'm going to have to send her back here for a refresher course.'

  Willingham smiled again. 'Yes, Lillian is really well trained. It wouldn't matter how many times you hit her there I can guarantee she still wouldn't make a single sound,' Willingham said proudly.

  Simmons brought the cane down again and again on the same place, the pain making Lillian feel so dizzy that she would faint, but she still managed not to make a sound.

  While it was Penny's turn to be caned, Lillian's body sagged a little, as she felt the hot burning of her bottom hole where Simmons had caned her. But there was also an elemental pride when she heard Penny receive the same treatment, and not being able to contain her cries. Penny was crying too, because she knew what it meant. She would be taken away from her master who she dearly loved, and seemed to love even more the worse he treated her, and placed in the hands of Lord Willingham who she hated. Lillian smiled to herself, because where as Penny had let her master down, Willingham felt so proud of her for taking her punishment without making any noise.

  16: The Race

  Both girls were led out into the garden on their leads by Everton. They passed the gardener on the way, the ponytailed man who had so abused Lillian before. Everton made the girl's halt so that the gardener could feel them up.

  'What a pair of beauties!' the gardener exclaimed, as he slicked his hands around both women's hairless mounds and then tugged at their sex lips.

  'I think Lord Willingham says you are entitled to a bonus soon. He's very pleased with the job you've done on those hedges there. I'm not sure which one he is going to let you have, but with a bit of luck it might be both.'

  The gardener smiled.

  Penny, who hated the idea of having sex with anyone apart from Ralph Simmons, flinched at the idea, but Lillian was quite attracted. This rough man might at least let her have an orgasm.

  'Where are you taking them?' the gardener enquired.

  'Oh, we're going to have a race.'

  'Really, can we watch?'

  'Everybody can watch, but we are not going to start for another hour or so. Some of the other guests will have arrived by then.'

  Lillian wondered what they were all talking about. What was this race about? How were they going to expect her to race, fastened up like this, and what was the purpose of it? It was also the first time she had heard anything about other guests arriving. As far as she knew, Simmons and Penny were the only guests who had been invited to the house.

  Both women were led out stark naked to where Ralph Simmons and Lord Willingham sat relaxing on garden chairs. Penny's lead was chained to Lord Willingham's chair and Lillian's lead was tied to Ralph Simmons.

  Lillian automatically went to sit on the grass, but Simmons tugged on her chain. 'No, you have to remain kneeling. That's the rule isn't it?'

  'It certainly is,' Willingham agreed, looking over disapprovingly at Lillian.

  'Where's James? I've hardly seen him today?'

  'Oh, James is busy writing Lillian's biography for her.'

  'You mean the biography that Lillian was supposed to write about him?'

  'Precisely.'

  'And how is it going?'

  'Pretty well,' Willingham answered, absentmindedly reaching out and stroking Penny's beautiful hair.

  'But what about publicity tours and the like. Couldn't that cause problems?'

  'Not with Lillian here. She is very obedient now. I mean, I don't think we will do the full publicity tour, but we can prime her on what to say for a couple of selected interviews, you know with some of our people. I don't think that will be too difficult.'

  'For a few favours, of course,' Simmons chuckled.

  'Yes, well fortunately there are plenty of Janusians in the media.'

  'My god, are there not?'

  As the two men sat chatting and sipping iced tea, the two girls knelt obediently by their side. The sun was pleasantly warm so they felt little physical discomfort being completely naked apart from their dog collars and leads.

  The guests began to arrive about half an hour later. They were ushered into the garden by Sonia and Everton. Sonia had been made to walk around completely naked as well, and one or two of the guests grabbed her on the way to the garden for a quick spank before being ushered to the garden chairs where Simmons and Willingham were chatting.

  There were people of every seeming nationality, the most ostensible common factor between them was that they were all well-dressed and appeared to be quite rich. There were both men and women present.

  Lillian found it so em
barrassing to be kneeling there in front of them naked while they were all fully clothed. As they came up and greeted Willingham they would stroke the heads of the two women, and some, although not being allowed to touch asked the girls to spread themselves so that they could admire them.

  The loathsome Grimaldi was also present and a shudder of revulsion passed through Lillian when she saw him eyeing her greedily.

  A small Japanese man wearing a linen suit exclaimed, 'I'm told you have been thinking of have a race! If I know I bring along some more competitors. It's splendid idea.'

  'Yes, it seemed a good idea. An interesting way to start our little convention here,' Willingham smiled.

  'And what is to be the prize?' the Japanese man continued, eyeing the two kneeling girls.

  'Well we have a five-thousand pound wager on the outcome,' Willingham said, his eyes nodding in the direction of Ralph Simmons, 'but Mr Everton, my servant, is keeping a book if you want a flutter.'

  Something stung Lillian's mind. How humiliating this was going to be. They were going to be made to race against each other like thoroughbred horses and these people were going to bet on them. Lillian thought back to what she never liked to think about, the distant memory of another life where the idea of this humiliating experience happening to her would never have crossed her mind.

  'But what is to be the prize for the girls?' a fat German man asked.

  'Well, I think there will be all sorts of treats for the winner. One prize of course will be an orgasm. Maybe we could even let the girl choose who to have it with. It couldn't be her master, of course.'

  'Splendid!'

  'And for the loser?' the German continued.

  'Oh that is easy. Mr Grimaldi here is from the local police. I think a night in custody would be a splendid punishment. Penny hasn't sampled that, but Lillian, my girl, has. I don't think she would be very keen to go there again.'

  Lillian flinched at the idea of returning to Grimaldi's prison. Whatever she had to do, she was going to make sure she won the race. She never wanted to go there again.

  'And who,' an elegant French lady began speaking, 'is going to be the whipping boy?'

  'Oh, I think our Mr Everton can do that very nicely. He's quite an expert with the riding crop.'

  'Excellent. And the distance?'

  'It is more or less a hundred metres from here to the wall. I would say four times.'

  'Maybe we could start our own Olympics?'

  'What a splendid idea, although these two girls are both English, an international race would be very appealing.'

  A few minutes later, Everton, bringing more guests in tow, appeared in the garden with his riding crop.

  'I think we are just about to start,' Willingham explained. 'Maybe ladies and gentlemen, if you would care to position yourselves along the track, so to speak, then we might begin.'

  Lillian began to understand exactly what this race was going to entail. They were going to make her race against Penny on her hands and knees. And as she approached the starting line and what would also be the finishing line, she saw that Everton had placed their hand and leg chains there.

  She looked at Penny and felt such a terrible ambivalence. The girl was in exactly the same position as Lillian had been placed in and for this reason Lillian felt sympathy, but Penny was also her competitor, and whatever happened Lillian did not want to lose. If she lost she would have to go back to that horrible prison, so she would do whatever she could to win.

  Everton fastened the chains to the girls. This would make the race so much more arduous for they would only be allowed to move forward so quickly or spread their arms so wide before they felt the tug of the chains on their arms and legs.

  'Bottoms up!' Everton commanded. He raised the riding crop high into the air and brought it down with a thunderous crash onto Lillian's buttocks. 'Go!' he exclaimed.

  Many people had taken Willingham's offer up on a bet and they were shouting for one or the other of the two girls. At first it seemed to be Penny who was leading, and this meant it was Lillian who suffered the correction of Everton's riding crop. It hurt her terribly and propelled her to catch up on Penny, who then felt the sharp pain of Everton's lash. On the first stretch both girls were more or less neck to neck, so Everton lashed both of them and equally as hard.

  Willingham and Simmons had not moved from their seats and were very much enjoying the race, and watching the two women's bottoms bob up and down as they crawled on their hands and knees. It was even more pleasing on the return lap as they could see both women's ample breasts jiggle up and down and see the look of anguish on both should they lose.

  Everton was certainly not sparing the whip either, which made it even harder for the girls. It meant it was not only the fear of losing that propelled them forward, but also the fear of the lash of the whip. Both sweated profusely, a gleam of perspiration ran down both girls' necks. Their bottoms were also as red as their faces, as they tried desperately to win the prize for their master and to avoid falling into Grimaldi's clutches, which in Penny's mind was the fear of the unknown and being abused by somebody who was not her master, but in Lillian's mind it was very much the fear of the known and not wanting to have to repeat it.

  It was this fear that proved to be the greatest as gradually she eased ahead of Penny, the other girl sobbing as she felt the lash of Everton's whip. She was almost hysterical as Everton rained blow after blow down onto her skin.

  'Oh dear, I really do think she is going to have to come here for another dose of education,' Simmons lamented.

  'It would be my pleasure,' Willingham agreed.

  Lillian had no time to think of Penny at all, as she made it first to the winning post to the immense pleasure of half the crowd and the intense disappointment of the other half. Considerable sums of money had been gambled on the outcome of the race.

  Lillian wanted to slump onto the lawn but Willingham placed her in a kneeling position. She could see, from where she knelt, Penny crying and being whipped by Everton to the finishing position.

  Simmons was furious with the girl. 'Right, that is it my sweet. I'm leaving you here and you are not going to come back to me until you are well and truly sorted out. Maybe never!'

  The girl began sobbing again.

  Willingham in the meantime had released Lillian from her chains. Her immediate reward was to go back to the house, shower and sleep for as long as she wanted. Exhausted though she was, she felt a wave of joy sweep through her.

  17: The Reward

  After showering, Lillian went to her room, lay on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke it must have been very late. It was already dark and she could hear music coming from downstairs and the sound of drunken voices.

  It was not that much longer when a beautiful blonde woman walked into her room dressed in the most elegant emerald-coloured dress, her beautiful hair trailing down her shoulders. Two men dressed only in their briefs followed in her wake. In the blonde's hand was a long black whip. Lillian had some recollection of having seen her before, but she had no idea where.

  'I've brought you some company, my dear. I have been told that you deserve a reward and here they are.'

  Lillian was desperate to know who the woman was. It seemed incredibly important for her to know.

  'You look so beautiful, those fantastic rabbit eyes, what a delicious submissive you make. I think we will make the perfect combination, and these two will willingly do whatever we want.'

  'Who...?'

  'Have you forgotten your training, Lillian? You don't need to know who I am and you must address me at all times as your mistress or else I will punish you, or worse, I will tell Lord Willingham and he will punish you.'

  Lillian kept silent. The woman sounded kind enough, but Lillian had now met so many people who sounded kind but acted cruelly that she was no longer sure what to believe.

  'This is Guiseppe and that is Rodolfo. They are going to lick you to death,' the blonde said before bursting out
in bright laughter. 'Take her boys.'

  Rodolfo was short and dark, well built and handsome, Guiseppe was taller with fair hair but equally athletic. They ambled over to Lillian, their eyes drinking in her luscious body, their mouths smirking in their lustful anticipation.

  However tired Lillian was, the thought of being taken so wantonly by these two strangers under the guidance of the beautiful blonde began to arouse her. She felt a knot of pressure strengthening in the middle of her chest.

  Then the blonde was pulling her torso down with a hard tug, pinning her arms with her knees, her dress riding up, so Lillian could see her panty-less crotch hovering before her eyes.

  Guiseppe and Rodolfo grabbed her firmly by her thighs. The other woman sighed approvingly.

  'Mmm, boys, you know what to do.'

  Lillian's view of the scene disappeared as the blonde pressed her sex onto her mouth. Lillian had to adjust her head so as not to suffocate on the moist, fleshy lips of her quim. There was a faint sweet animal perfume that increased the tension of her growing lust.

  Guiseppe and Rodolfo were prising her own labial lips apart, gliding their fingers all around the soft pinkness. Guiseppe suddenly tugged on one of her lips, sending a shudder of sharp pain through her sex that only roused her more.

  She managed for the most fleeting of moments to slip from the grip that the blonde held her in, to see that the beautiful woman was slipping some white, shining balls between her lips and moistening them in her mouth. There were at least five in number, and they were threaded onto a piece of pink ribbon. Lillian knew what they were for.

  The blonde pushed down harder onto the supine girl, reasserting her mastery over her, and Lillian knew that she could only wait for the real pain to commence. She was not frightened at all. She was hungry for the pain that she knew the trio was about to inflict on her.

  The woman arched her body over her, so that her tongue which had been exploring behind the prepuce of her swollen clitoris, now flattened along the length of the blonde's surprising tight quim.

  While she maintained the pressure on Lillian's arms to the extent that they now ached with a painful throb, she could feel her gloved fingers sweeping across the soft pink creases of her sex-flesh. The two men suddenly pushed her legs higher into the air. The blonde caught Lillian by her legs just above the knee and pressed them against Lillian's chest.