THE MASTER (MFf, light sm) © 2000 by Abelard [Warning: If it is illegal for you to read sex stuff, my condolences, but fuck off. The events depicted in this story are performed strictly in the imagination of a professional. No not try this shit at home. If you read on, please maintain at least one hand on your controls at all times. If you wanna’ publish this story for profit, ya’ better ask me first. Finally, tell me what you think at <<Abelard_fra@hotmail.com>>.] This is the first of a series about a very rich, decadent American expatriate in Italy. The Master is a part time sadist and a full time sex maniac. THE MASTER I came down the wide staircase of my townhouse in Rome as Nina was just coming up to the front door. Through the door I could see her shake her rich chestnut hair and adjust the finely tailored silk blouse she wore. By her side stood a dark haired young woman in the white knee length habit that signified she was a novitiate at the convent of St. Sebastiani. As she pushed the door open, the heat of the Roman June rushed in. Nina shoved the girl rudely into the entrance hall, where she stood timidly, with eyes downcast. She shivered slightly as the air conditioning chilled the hallway once more. When she saw me, Nina stepped aside, her stiletto heels clicking, as she said, "I think I have found you a good one, Master, but of course you will be the judge of that." I approached the girl and lifted her chin so she had to look at me. Her dark eyes filled with tears, as she said, "Please. I will be good. I will work. I will please you." I slapped her lightly on the face and said, "You will address me as Master! Never speak until you are spoken to, bitch. Do you understand?" Wide eyed, almost in a whisper, "Yes...Master, I understand." I turned to Nina. "Where did you find her?" Nina bowed her head and said, "If it please you, Master, I found her by the convent school in Lampari." "How did you acquire her, cunt? Come, be quick about it." "I found her sitting outside the convent gate, Master, weeping. I merely lifted her into the car." I turned back to the child, "Why were you crying?" "Please, Master, I was crying because I had been bad, and they had thrown me out of the convent. I had nowhere to go." "Come, come, explain yourself you impudent wench. Why had they thrown you out?" "Oh, Master, I was very wicked! I got pleasure from wetting myself." "Explain yourself, tramp, or I, too, will throw you into the gutter." With real terror, "Oh, please, Master, I only did it because Sister Annunciata tied my hands to the bed. I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom." "You are a very tiresome child. Why did Sister Annunciata tie your hands to the bed?" "She did it, Master, because, after vespers, in the dormitory, I used to lie with Elisa Grambaldi. Elisa is so big and strong, and she likes to hold me down and kiss me and rub her hands on me." "So Sister Annunciata caught you, and tied you to your bed. Then what happened?" "The English girl, Mary Higgins, came over to my bed and called the other girls to gather round. They all began to rub their hands on me too, and Mary took a candle and pushed it up into my ...belle chose....Master." "Your WHAT?" "My, um, belle chose, Master. Down there"(pointing). "I am only an ignorant girl, Master, and I do not know any other words for it." "Your cunt, you stupid cow. You are talking about your pussy, your twat, your slippery little hole. And how did you feel about what the girls were doing to you?" Almost inaudibly, "I liked it, Master. I know that that is bad, but I was tied, so I couldn't resist. It wasn't my fault. They could do anything they wanted with me." "And you liked it." Again, barely audibly, "Yes, Master." I was beginning to think that the girl was indeed a rare find. She was apparently one who enjoys sex when she is forced, when her will and responsibility are taken away from her, when she is humiliated and made to feel dirty. The perfect slave is one who will be sexually wet on command, even orgasm on command...while you beat her. "So you were tied to the bed, and you had to go to the bathroom?" "Oh, that was not the first night, Master." "What night was it?" "That was the tenth night. Sometimes I had to go very badly, but I couldn't get out of bed, so I asked Elisa to help me. She would hold a basin below my...er, cunt, and I would pee, then she would kiss my...cunt while the others watched." The young woman flushed along her neck, whether from embarassment or remembered pleasure (or both) I could not tell. I slapped her face a little harder. "Master!" "Master." "And then?" "Last night Elisa was sick and in the infirmary, Master, and no one else would help me. The other girls just put their hands on me and then shoved the candle into my cunt. They left it there and went to bed. They had left me uncovered, and I was cold. I had to pee very badly, and finally I just couldn't hold it back any longer." "So you wet the bed." "I had to let it go, but then it felt so very good. My bottom became all wet and warm, and pleasant. I was just finishing, Master, when Sister Annunciata came into the dormitory for her rounds. She found me with the candle up my cunt and pee dribbling off the end. She was so angry she made me get dressed and threw me out of the front gate then and there." Impressive! Girls like this were frequently abandoned to the nunnery by their families. I was confident that this one was a waif. If the convent had taken the risk of simply throwing her out, no one would be looking for her. "How old are you, girl?" "Sixteen, Master." "Take off your clothes, NOW!" She looked bewildered, but a serenity came over her face as, standing in the cold hallway, the child shed her novitiate's habit and let all the items of apparel drop to the floor. When she stood completely nude before me, I looked her over. Sexually mature, but barely, her small breasts rode high on her chest, and below her slim waist a stark black bush contrasted with the whiteness of her belly. Her legs were just losing that gawky thinness of puberty, and were set widely on her hips so that there was two inches or more between them at the top. Even with her ankles together, the gap narrowed and widened delicately all the way up, but never closed. She shivvered in the cold hallway. The little hairs stood up all over her body. Her surprisingly generous nipples hardened and grew erect. "Turn around!" From the back, the narrowness of her waist was even more obvious as the cheeks of her high round ass widened below it. The gap between her legs was more pronounced also, and her plump pussy lips showed clearly. Even as she stood there with her feet together I could see the area between her cunt and her anus, almost to the little hole itself. This one was clearly built to be fucked in the ass...suddenly. "Nina, you bitch, come hold her ass cheeks apart while I see whether you have brought me anything worthwhile." Nina stepped forward obediently, forced the girl to take a wider stance, and spread her cheeks while I slid my thumb into her cunt. It was hot and very wet, and I knew this new one would turn out to be a treasure. To become sexually aroused in these circumstances demonstrates exactly the response that makes the best slaves. She would provide hours of pleasure to me and then, when I tired of her, she would be docile and obedient as my clients did whatever they wanted with her. I slid my thumb out of her cunt and traced a line of slime up to her ass hole. I inserted my thumb slowly in that tight little hole while the girl gasped. Soon, however, she began to sit back on my hand slightly, forcing my thumb even deeper. Perhaps she was enjoying this a little TOO much. I pulled my thumb out fast, and slapped her hard on the ass. A bright red imprint began to form. "Nina, you whore, fetch the collar." "Yes, Master...which one, Master? There were two collars on the hall table, a wide, studded dog collar with a six foot chain attached, and a thin piano wire collar with a sturdy leather leash. The dog collar left marks, of course, but they faded quickly. The piano wire collar, on the other hand, was much crueler. I used it on lesser girls, especially very thin girls, because the marks it left were permanent and suggested further degradations to my clients. Girls who were marked thus seldom lasted long once I offered them to others. "The dog collar, you stupid bitch. Clasp it around the girl's neck." Nina obeyed and handed me the chain. Pulling sharply on it, I opened the doors to the "studio" and dragged the girl in. Nina followed obediently behind, closed the doors, and stood in the corner. The studio was much warmer than the hall, and a masterpiece of sadistic design. A rack stood along one wall, an authentic medieval rack that could pull a human being limb from limb. Various instruments of torture hung around the place. One particularly cruel looking whip dangled from a byzantine device of black metal, which stood like an ominous human skeleton in the middle of the room. A gymnastics pommel horse sat to one side, and beside that a kneeling bench such as you find at the altar rail of a cathedral. I hauled the girl over to the metal skeleton and looped the chain over a bar at the top. I pulled down slowly, so that the collar tightened and forced the girl to rise on her toes. I backed it off about half an inch and secured it there. "You can be comfortable as long as you stay on your toes. If you try to lower yourself onto your flat feet you will find that breathing is difficult. You will slowly asphyxiate. Of course, if you slip, you will strangle to death." The girl teetered on her toes, trying to find the right balance. A small stream of urine began to trickle down her leg. She saw that I noticed, and looked terrified. I turned my back on her, and summoned Nina to me. At forty, Nina was still an excellent physical specimen. In her spike heels, she stood over six feet tall, almost as tall as I, and carried herself erect when we were in public together. Her aristocratic bearing accented her voluptuous breasts, and her hips flaired maturely from a still trim waist. At one hundred and fifty pounds she was statuesque without being in the least overweight. I would have starved her if she had been. "Come here, cunt, and move that pommel horse in front of the girl." Nina obeyed silently, rolling the horse to within three feet of the girl and locking the wheels. "Now place the kneeling bench before me." Again she obeyed, silently. "Now strip, cunt." Nina took off her shimmering silk blouse and dropped it on the dusty floor. She was wearing the black lace bra I had ordered her to wear that morning. I now ordered her leave the bra on but take everything else off. As she stepped out of her final garments, naked except for the bra, I told her to put her spike heels back on. She slid her bare feet into them and stood up, her eyes averted. "Look at me, bitch. I told you to wear your RED bra this morning, and you have deliberately disobeyed me!" She never even flickered at my obvious lie. "Yes, Master, I'm sorry, Master. I have disobeyed. Do with me what you will." "Step on that ugly blouse and rip it with your heels!" Again she stepped forward without a murmur, and planted one foot firmly on the blouse and slid the heel of the other across the beautiful, expensive fabric, ruining it with a ten inch gash. I took a little knife as sharp as a razor from my pocket, opened it, and turned the blade toward myself. I thrust it under the front of the bra between her breasts and, slashing upward, cut the bra easily. Without looking, I carelessly threw the knife over my shoulder, in the general direction of the tethered girl. I knew the girl was going to have to move quickly or be cut. I never turned around as I heard her jump, lose her balance and make strangling noises as she struggled to reclaim her footing. I was looking at Nina, who was watching the girl. She nodded almost imperceptibly. Meanwhile, the broken bra opened and Nina's large soft breasts swelled out. "Kneel on the stool and take my pants down." My cock began to respond as she opened my pants and dropped them to my ankles. I made her encompass my cock with her tits and tit-fucked her for a while. She bent her head, opened her mouth, and grazed the top of my cock with her tongue at each upward stroke. "No you don't, bitch. You may not taste my cum today. You have been a bad slave." I grabbed a handful of her luxurious chestnut hair and dragged her to her feet. I moved her toward the pommel horse and virtually threw her by the hair, face down, over one end. Her big tits flattened on the top of the horse and she let her arms fall beside her head. I watched the long muscles at the back of her upper legs become prominent as she spread her feet apart. Nina was totally defenseless. I could have run a sword into her cunt if I had wanted. My hard-on swelled so hard it almost hurt. As the girl watched surreptitiously, I spread Nina's well schooled ass, spit into the crack, and as the saliva ran into her already opening rectum, shoved my cock roughly into her ass as deeply as it would go. She gasped, but did not move. Keeping my cock firmly embedded in her ass, I lifted her around the waist and turned 90 degrees, so she flopped forward like a rag doll. I sat back slightly and, with my pants still around my ankles, walked her around to the other side of the horse so that the girl was behind us, to the left. There, I again forced Nina over the horse and stroked in and out of her well schooled asshole until I was close to orgasm. At that point, I reached back and unhooked the girl. She came down to her feet, and I thrilled to see that her calf muscles were threatening to cramp. I ordered her to go to the other side of the horse and sit between Nina's wide spread legs, lift her mouth upward, and finger fuck Nina in the cunt while I finished off in her ass. Soon I came like a bull, deep inside Nina's anus. I pulled out when I was almost finished to dribble the last few drops of cum on the girl's upturned face. I smacked Nina on the ass and said, "COME, you whore. Come on this stranger's fingers, slave." Nina, a superb slave in her own right, immediately began convulsing in the throes of a real orgasm as the girl kept fingering and breathing on her cunt. Then I ordered them out of the room, telling them they WOULD be ready to leave at eight o'clock. Two hours later, at eight on the dot, I descended the stairs, formally dressed for the evening. The air conditioning was off, the front doors were open to the warm June night, and Nina and the girl waited in the rapidly warming hallway below. As she did with every new girl, Nina had taken this one up to her enormous white bathroom with its gold fixtures, where they had bathed and powdered each other carefully. Now Nina looked stunning in a long white satin evening gown, and she had chosen wisely for the girl. Accenting her newly cleaned short black hair, the girl wore large pearl drop earrings. Her smooth white shoulders and long neck were totally unadorned above the strapless top of a short black and teal sheath of stiff taffeta. The tulip design of the bodice made the dress seem to ride an inch away from her young body, suggesting at every movement the naked girl beneath. A large but delicately wrought snowflake of diamonds and emeralds sat at one hip. She would turn heads and stop conversations all evening. I smiled, "What is your name, child?" "I am called, Juliette, Master." I raised my eyebrows in amusement as Nina said gently to Juliette, "No, child, now we play the other game." She paused and then continued, "This is Francois. We will ride in his Rolls Royce to the Grand Duchess's palazzo, where we will dine with royalty." I said, "Nina, you have done well. The child is perfect." Nina blushed and smiled, "Thank you, Francois. I thought you would be pleased." Offering my arm to the girl, I said, "Juliette, my sweet child, you will be brilliant. Come, take Nina on your other side, and let us streak like comets into the warm Italian night." ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com