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CHAPTER FIVE
She shower had been wonderful. She stood under the hot water for
many minutes, soothing tired muscles. She chose from the myriad
of scented soaps and shampoos. Lilac was her choice; it's scent
reminding her of the dawning spring. Light, warm, the promise of
better days ahead. She wished. She faced punishment in little
more than an hour. She washed.
She turned off the water, and stepped out, grabbing a large,
fluffy towel. This place was incredible. She had never
experienced such luxury as this mansion provided. Even with her
low stature, it was better than anywhere she had ever been. She
dried her hair with the dryer provided; the funny nozzle seemed
to make the job go quickly. She primped and fussed for several
minutes, but finally left the bathroom and walked to the bed. A
single satin sheet covered the bed. No blankets, no bedspread,
though the room was plenty warm enough. She crossed the window,
peeking out between the closed curtains.
Gasp, she drew a startled breath. Her jailer, she thought of him
that way, was sitting again, though he was now facing the house.
Before him a mat was laid on the stones. However, what caused
her surprise was her aunt. She was kneeling on the mat, her back
straight, knees spread, and hands on top of her head, NAKED.
Soon she moved, back arched, hand cupping her breasts, offering
them to the man. And, he was touching them. She couldn't see
what he was doing, but soon her aunt was moving her hips. Just a
little at first, but stronger and stronger, as the man
continued. Amy could see her aunt give little jerks. The man
must be pinching her nipples. Amy's hand came to her own
breasts. One of the man's hands dipped lower. Her aunts hips
were thrusting now. The hands withdrew. She watched as her aunt
flopped onto her back, her hands diving into her sex. She was
masturbating. Right out on the terrace. She could see her aunt
talking, and a shake of the man's head. Her aunt head lowered,
but her hands remained busy, Slowly, her head rose again, her
mouth moving in slow motion. The man made no response. He aunt
was shaking, her head jerking forward, and leg wide, hips
thrusting, raised into the air. She could see her aunt speak
again, mouth moving almost constantly. Amy knew she was begging
to cum.
Finally, the man nodded, and said a single word. Amy knew what
the word must be. Her aunt shook violently for a few seconds,
arching even higher. Then, she went ridged for long seconds,
before collapsing to the mat. Oh god, Amy was incredibly turned
on. She dropped a hand to her pussy. Closing her eyes she
worked on her self, remembering the display. She glanced out
again. Her aunt was moving, sitting up, kneeling, and finally
crawling to the man in the chair.
She was opening his pants. Had to be. Amy couldn't see for
sure, her aunt blocked the view, but she had to be working on he
trousers. She saw the man arch up. Her aunt was pulling his
pants down, exposing him. How she wished she could see. Then
her aunt dipped her head down. She was going to give him a
blowjob. Amy's hands we a blur. The sight of her naked aunt,
outside, giving her boss a hummer, excited her immensely. She
watched. She diddled. She was so close.
Fuck! He looked straight into Amy's eyes. He knew. Shit. Shit.
She was going to cum. She saw him shake his head twice, and
stare intently at the window. However, it was too late. Amy
came. The thrill increased by the knowledge he knew and saw it
thru the window. His eyes changed, a knowing Cheshire cat grin.
Amy panicked, turned quickly away form the window. Shit, she'd
cum without permission. Moreover, he knew it; surely she would
be punished for that. Damn. She had enough punishments coming,
didn't need more. However, the glow of her orgasm was beautiful.
She stumbled to the bed, and covered up, basking in the warm
glow of satisfaction. Soon she was asleep.
On the terrace, Diane lovingly sucked he boss's cock. She felt
so naughty, naked on the terrace, displayed, masturbating, where
the staff could easily see her if the looked out. But, she had
had a marvelous orgasm, and now she would give her master one.
Yes, he was her master. She would do anything he wanted, well
ordered her to do. That's what he did. He ordered what he
wanted. And, he wanted her. She knew he was watching the
window. Nevertheless, it was taking all of her skill to keep him
hard.
Until his hand smoothed her hair. She looked up. He looked at
her, his face changing from laughter, to something Diane liked
much better. She returned the look, and renewed her efforts.
Yes, now she had his attention. His magnificent cock surged.
She watched as the soft look changed. She had him now. She
dipped deeper, his eyes closing, and then opening again. Her
eyes smiled at him as she saw his peak approach. She went deep
again, and held him there. Five, ten seconds, till he exploded
in her mouth. His hand grabbing her head, but not forcing her
down or to stay. Just caressing her hair, as he pumped his load
again, and again. She sucked it all down. God but she loved
pleasing this man.
He lifted her head, brushing hair from her eye as he pulled her
up, and kissed her hard. Then he lifted her to her feet, stood
and fixed his trousers, then led her up to his bedroom. An hour
later, they were exhausted and sweaty. He left her, and took a
shower. Exiting he went to the intercom, gave some instruction,
then walked back to the bed. He softly, stoked the side of
Diane's face, till she looked up. If you wish to witness the
punishment, you had best bathe. The scent you give off now may
make her enjoy it too much. Diane blushed, reaching up to kiss
him. Then she headed to the bathroom.
Amy gave a start, not sure it she had been sleeping or just
resting her eyes. She had heard the lock on the door. She saw
the door opening. It was the cook, but she was dressed, well
differently. She had on a black stiff A-line skirt, hem above
her knees. And a crisp white blouse, with a low scooped neck,
her ample bosoms visible. Her waist seemed much tighter then Amy
remembered. Dark stocking, and high heels completed the outfit.
"I've come to prepare you", the cook said. "It's time."
Amy rose from the bed, and stood beside it. There was nothing
for her to say, but she asked.
"Will it be terrible?"
"I know only what the master wishes your preparations to be.
However, my experience tells me, those instruction do not bode
well for you. Master, is not unwise, though, he will not ruin
you, nor injure, you such that you cannot return to your duties.
However, it may be uncomfortable to do so. Don't forget, to him,
what you have committed a very serious crime. He will impress
upon you mind the error of your ways, and upon you flesh, his
disgust with that error." She ended the subject, with a command.
"Sit at the vanity, you are not to speak again."
Amy walked to the vanity and sat. The cook had turned the chair
to the side, giving the cook access to the cosmetics. Amy sat
with her hands in her lap, as the woman made up her face, and
brushed her hair and applied a headband. Then she applied some
rouge to her areolas and nipples, and outlined her areolas
lightly, with lip liner. Then she applied a very light shaded
powder to the rest of her breasts, making the look pale and
vulnerable.
It hit her like a thunderbolt. The way her breasts were made to
look so prominent and innocent could only mean one thing. They
were going to be the center of her punishment. 'OH GOD' She had
seen what had happened to her aunt's breasts when they were
punished. Awful, terrible. She was also sure that any
punishment she received, would exceed anything done to her aunt.
Tears filled her eyes.
"Don't dwell on it little one" she heard the cook say as she
finished. She stepped back, checking her work. "Yes, that will
do. Put on your shoes." She returned everything to its place,
while Amy slipped the shoes on. Then she said, "Come along
Missy"
Amy stood, and followed the woman out of the room. They
descended the stairs, and then entered the living room. The cook
led her to the front of the fire place, then turned her to face
the room, and two arm chairs that faced the fireplace.....
"Knell, hand behind you back" , the woman ordered.
Amy knelt and spread her legs, reaching her hands behind her.
She gasped, as the cook quickly bound her wrist together. Amy's
heart started racing. The cook moved behind the armchairs and
stood, seemingly at attention.
Presently, the executive and her aunt entered. Both were well
dressed. Her aunt wore a white dress. It had a swing skirt, and
a deep vee neck. She wore lovely white stiletto sandals, quite
high, but not like those Amy had just earned.
The executive was dressed in black. Black pants, black silk
dress shirt, and black shoes. He looked very handsome, and
intimidating. The pair sat in the armchairs. Cook served them a
drink, wine for Diane, and an Old Fashion for the man in black.
When they were settled she stepped forward and stood to Amy's
side.
"Miss Dragert", the CEO's voice broke the silence. "You have
confessed to theft of funds from you company, and therefore me,
as it's head. Your punishment shall continue today. As you have
earned considerable punishment, in addition to that for you
crime, I have enlisted the help of Miss Julia. She will be
applying some of your punishment. However, do not fear, I will
administer your more severe portion of your punishment.
Amy looked at the cook. She saw it now; the cook was not a
little overweight. She was stout, the excess muscle not fat
cells. She wasn't sure if it was an advantage or a curse. She
knew the man struck hard. Surely the woman couldn't hit as hard.
Could she?
"So, to your punishment. First, you have demerits, so the 15
stroke starter will apply. Miss Julia, Please fetch the
fraternity paddle, and apply the hard 15 strokes to Miss Dragerts
buttocks."
Miss Julia walked to the cupboard beside the fireplace. Opening
the door, she reached inside and drew out a long wide polished
board. She returned to the spot where Amy knelt.
"Stand up, Missy", the woman said. "Turn around and spread your
legs wide. Then bend over and grab your ankles.
Amy took one last look at the paddle, and turned around. As she
bent over she could feel the air on her exposed open pussy, and
ass. She started to blush. When, she got a hold of her ankles,
she moved her eyes between her legs. The occupants of both
chairs were starring at her crotch. The blush spread. She took
a deep breath. She saw the cook cross thru her field of vision.
After a few seconds, she saw the man look left, and nod. Then
his eye looked back, but this time fixed on her own.
WHAM! "OH!" Fire exploded in her buttocks. The blow nearly
knocked her over. Her eyes
Closed. When she reopened them, they
were clouded with tears, but his eyes still met
hers.
WHAM! CRACK the sound preceding the pain that followed. Her
head jerking up involuntarily
WHAM! "Ahhh!" Another searing line across her butt. Pain,
deeper, fuller, but not as intense as
the belt. Still it hurt. She saw his
eye rise from her face.
WHAM! Another CRACK! Heat spreading across her buttocks.
WHAM! "Ugh!" Again the paddle smashed into her buttocks. She
though she could feel her
cheeks compress. A solid burning
sensation filling her bottom.
WHAM! SPLAT ! "Oooo! The paddle slammed home again. Banging
into her flesh. Stinging,
Her flesh. Tears overflowed her eyes.
WHAM! "AHHHH! IT HURTS!", she cried. He hips snapping forward
with the blow,
then, slowly returning to their original
position. Then they started to wander.
WHAM! "OWWWW! She rotated her fanny, trying to cool it, trying
to make a moving target.
Her mind raged. 'hurts' 'move' 'get
away'
WHAM! "ARGGGGG" The paddle slammed into her buttocks again. HER
flesh stung. The
muscle bruised. Her mind seared.
WHAM!! "IEEEEEEEE" Her body swayed, the paddle finding her
regardless, burning another
fiery pink swath across her butt.
WHAM! "YOWWWW" Another loud crack, and the sound of her pain.
Her buttock clenching when she heard it, too late.
WHAM! "OOOOOOO" Her but was ablaze, tears flowing freely. Her
face almost as red as her
Ass, her blood pumping into her lowered
head.
WHAM! "EEEEEEEE" Lower, where her legs and buttock met. Awful
pain. It was getting to
Her, burning, raging within her ass
WHAM! Lower still, the tops of her thighs. The last of
the energy compressing her labia.
Not stinging them. Her meaty thighs
slowing the wood, it only caressing the labia.
WHAM! "AAAAAAAA" Across the center of her ass again. Bringing
the pain to a boil.
She waited for the next one. She didn't know how many more she
could stand, without breaking into sobs. This was just the warm
up. She heard the cupboard door open, and snapped her head to
see.
The cook was hanging the paddle up. And, she was closing the
door! It was over. She let her head droop in relief.
"Miss Amy", the seated man said. That was your opener. Severe
because you make me punish you. Though I enjoy it immensely,
having to do it takes time and effort."
He paused for a minute. Then continued, "Stand up dear". Amy
stood and faced him, hand slowly going behind her and legs
spreading. "This morning did you prepare yourself to be in my
presence?"
"Yes Sir", Amy quickly replied.
"Did you shower completely",
"Yes Sir!"
"Did you fix your hair?"
"Yes Sir!"
"Did you make your face as presentable for me as possible?"
"Y", Oh SHIT! She hadn't used any makeup. Damn. That was a
rule, wasn't it? DAMN. DAMN.
"Ah, No, Sir."
"No you did not. Should you prepare yourself for my presence in
every way possible?"
"Yesss, Sir."
"So you remember the demerits for failure to wear makeup."
"No Sir, but I now remember that I was supposed to, or receive
demerits. How many am I to receive."
"The list I gave you calls for 30 strokes. However, I will
reduce that to 15 because you have not had time to study the
list. Do you have need to visit the restroom, young lady?"
"No Sir."
"All day, and no need yet. How interesting?"
It hit Amy like a ton of bricks. She had peed after her cum,
and when she got up this morning too. But, he had told her last
night, that she had to have permission to use the restroom.
Permission she had not gotten. Lack of which, she was sure would
have more demerits.
"Sir?"
"Yes Miss Amy"
Sir, I have forgotten another rule, Sir. I used the restroom,
without permission. Twice, Sir.
"Twice. Dear me?" He knew by this time of the days once would
not have been enough, but he wanted to see her embarrassment at
having to tell him of her trips.
"Yes, sir, twice. Once the morning when I awoke, and again,
before I took my nap, sir"
"You mean, after your cum, don't you."
Amy blushed to her toes, and lowered her eyes to her feet. She
thought he had seen her, but he knew exactly what had happened.
That couldn't be good either.
"Yes Sir", she answered dejectedly.
Therefore, we have two violation of the bathroom rule, and a
violation of the self pleasure rule, and an unapproved orgasm.
Hmmm 2 times 30 are 60, and 30 for touching yourself, and 30 for
cumming. I believe that makes 120."
Amy's head snapped up. 120 strokes. No way could she endure
that. It would kill her. She'd go insane. 120. Help.
Impossible.
However, you did admit to the bathroom violations. And, they are
new rules; you have not had time to learn them. So, I'll tell
you what. I'll only count one bathroom violation, and only the
orgasm. In addition, since your punishment for theft is going to
be very severe tonight, I will cut the punishments in half. How
many is that, Amy."
What. Oh dear. What did he say, one bathroom violation, 30
strokes, wasn't it. And only the orgasm, that was 30 too. That
was 60, half of 60 was, 30. Could he really let her off with
30?
"It's 30, Sir. Thirty strokes." 15 had been bad, but she could
probably handle 30.
"Ah my dear, you forgot the 15 for poorly preparing yourself. I
will have to give you those 15 twice to remind you to think
carefully about your demerits. You are responsible for keeping
your demerits accurately. So we have 45 strokes, plus 15 stokes
penalty. Since your fanny had already received the fraternity
paddle, I will use leather for your punishments. Forty-five
over my knee, with the leather paddle upon your lovely derriere.
Then Miss Julia will give you 15 with the cat, to your lovely
back, while you hang from the ceiling."
What, leather paddle, over his knee, not good. But, a cat could
only mean a cat-of-nine-tails. To her back, while she hung. My
God. That would be real bad.
"So Miss Amy, shall we continue", said her tormentor. "Go to the
cupboard, and bring me the leather paddle. It's the first one on
the left. Bring it to me, then lie across my lap for your
punishment." He gave her a penetrating stare.
Amy hesitated only a moment, caught like a deer in the headlights
of his stare. Which way to run! Slowly, she walked to the
cupboard. She opened the left door. A sharp intake of breath
escaped her mouth. There were paddle, crops, and whips hung
around the interior of the cupboard. On the shelf at the bottom,
lay restraints, and gags. She had never most of this stuff, but
much of it was obviously used to punish, probably, punish
females. She looked up and to the left. There it was, a black
handle, hung from a peg. Stuck between the halves of the handle,
was a inch thick oblong piece of stiff leather, about the size
of a small serving platter. She carefully reached up and took it
down. She turned and delivered the paddle to the executive.
Then she carefully draped herself over his lap.
He made her wait. He took his time examining the paddle. The
leather was stiff, but not rigid. It flopped over in a U shape.
No, more like a melon half, not coming back to touch itself. He
gave it a short snap thru the air. The leather instantly formed
a flat level attitude, just like he knew it would. Then he
examined the waif on his lap. She was stretched, fingers and
toes spread out, touching the floor. She hung, her navel on his
left leg, her mound just touched the inside of his right. Her
ass was just right of center, so it sloped down, rather than
flat. Perfect. He laid his hand on her derriere. It was quite
warm from the frat paddle. It would get warmer still, he
thought.
He swung the paddle down vigorously. When his hand was just an
inch from a full swat, he stopped it, and snapped his wrist. The
leather flattened as the curled end caught up with the half
nearer the handle. Then it passed it.
SPLATT! The leather struck the girl's reddened butt. The paddle
covered nearly all of her buttocks.
"YEOW" Amy cried out. The leather
stinging her butt.
SPLATT! The leather struck again. Burning into her flesh.
SPLATT! He brought his hand all the way down this time. The
lower part of the paddle the
Point of impact.
SPLATT! Again, but arm tucked, wrapping the near cheek for hip to
crack.
SPLATT! Arm extended, wrapping the far cheek, the tip wrapping
down the hip bitterly.
SPLATT! "OH!" Lower down this time, where the cheeks meet the
thighs.
SPLATT! Higher. The edge in the small of her back catching
first, centering the pain there.
SPLATT! "AH!" Low again. Definitely a tender spot.
SPLATT! She jerked. Striking not quite so low, wrapping the
bottom fullness of the near cheek.
SPLATT!! Another jerk. The same place on the far cheek. Sweat
broke out in the small of her back.
SPLATT! "YEOW!" Full across the center of her ass. Her
legs restless now, alternately kicking.
SPLATT! Her already throbbing ass, burned.
Amy was in pain now, each strike of the paddle lighting a fire in
her butt. Tears filled her eyes. Her breathing was deep and
rapid. She couldn't keep her legs still.
"YEOW." Fire. "OW!" Misery. "UGH!" Sting. "OOO!" Flame.
"ARGH!" Agony. "AHHH!"
The pain mounted. Her legs thrashed. Her she shook. Whimpers
escaped between blows.
"AAAAA!" Broiling. "EEEEE!" Biting. "GAAAA!" Seething.
"WHAAA!" PAIN.
She thrashed on his lap. Sobbing now. Her ass was an inferno.
Each lash flaring incandescently.
"PLEASE!" Pounding her ass. "STOP!" Tearing the flesh. "NO
MORE!" Mashing the muscle.
"DON'T!" Agony beyond dreams. "STOP! Anguish beyond hope.
"HELP MEEEEeeee"
The pain was bitter, consuming. She tried to scream out her
anguish. Shake the hurt like water from a dog. But, it just
continued. She couldn't think. All she could do was SCREAM.
"IIEEEEEE!" PAIN "AGGGGG!" AGONY "GAAAAA!" PAIN "HOOOO!"
TORMENT
"WHAAAA!" PAIN "YEOW!" EXCRUCIATING "EEEEE!" PAIN
"AAAAAA!" MORE PAIN
Amy heaved like a locomotive. Whistle, huff, chug, huff.
Scream, gasp, sob, gasp. Her screams long and full. Like the
whistle, releasing the overpressure building higher and higher.
"NGGGG!", "OOFFF!, "GAAA!" Amy was lost in the pain, nearing
exhaustion. He brought the last of the stokes to bear, and then
ceased.
Amy jerked and kicked for several seconds after the last blow,
her body reacting to the pain, not the blows now stopped. The
screams ceased, but the sobbing grew, continuous now. They shook
her whole body. She sucked in air like a vacuum.
Slowly, the sobbing slowed, the jerking and thrashing ceased. It
took minutes, before she settled sleep like over his thighs. He
allowed her several minutes, then, laid a hand on her abused ass.
Her head jerked up, the fell back again. He waited.
Oh god. That was terrible, horrendous. He'd ruined her ass.
She couldn't feel the skin. Only the damaged, torn muscles that
had to be all that was left. A freak. She was left a freak.
Ass ripped away as though some animal had bitten it off. Having
to use some special conveyance. Even a wheelchair would not
work. She could never sit again. She gathered her strength, and
turned her head to look accusingly at her attacker.
His eyes showed no pity. But, no mirth, either. He reached a
hand toward her. My god. Did he expect her to move? To stand
up. She turned farther, afraid to look, but knowing she had to
see it.
Her ass, what see could see of it, was still there. She was sure
it was her butt because it was reddish-purple, and swollen. But,
it was there. Not even any blood. She couldn't believe it. She
been sure it was destroyed. It sure felt like it. He wiggled
his hand. She had no choice, she pushed off his lap.
Wrong. Dumb. Hurts. Straighten Up! Can't bend. Can't move
below waist. Causes pain.
Her hands flew back to hold the muscles in place. Wrong again.
She held them just off her butt, trying to decide if it the pain
was worse unsupported, or scalded by her hand. She didn't have
time to make a decision.
The cook moved in front of Amy. She raised a leather fur-lined
cuff, and nodded to Amy's left shoulder. Slowly, Amy brought her
hand to the front. She looked to the man who had punished her
ass so bad. He gave no visual quarter, simply one nod in the
direction of the cuff. She watched as her wrist laid itself in
the cuff, and was encircled. Too soon the second wrist was bound
like the first. She was lead beneath a pair of hanging chains.
They weren't there before. A panel was missing from the ceiling
now. She saw her hands rising, passing her face, and going up,
up. Soon she was stretching to keep her toes on the floor. The
cook was walking to that damn cupboard. Reaching into it. She
couldn't watch.
When her curiosity got the best of her again, and she opened her
eyes, she couldn't see the cook. She looked at the two seated
people. One's eyes sparkled, alive, intrigued. The other's
burned into her soul, accusing, sentencing, nodding. 'Oh
ShiTTTTTTTTTT'
The cat slammed into her back. It took her breath away. She
couldn't even scream. Searing pain spread across her back. She
arched forward, nearly losing her footing. She finally relaxed
enough to draw a breath. Out. In. "YEOW!" The cat struck
again, the breath was gone with her scream. She couldn't draw
another, the pain too great, the muscles paralyzed.
The cat struck again. Air rushed into her lungs to power the
scream. "OOWWWWW!" Her legs thrashed, the pain in her wrist and
shoulders not competing with the agony of her back.
"GGAAA!" Searing pain. "AAAAGGG!" Intense, penetrating pain.
"GGWWWW!" Her legs bicycling, running from the cat. "NNNGGGG!"
But, her feet found no purchase. The cat still found her back.
The pain continued.
The whipping of the girls back continued, mercilessly. The cat
driving into the flesh, leaving welts that raised and purpled.
The girl's eyes were wild, like a beast in mortal combat with
another. Her screams were screeching, shrill, blood curdling.
On it went. The crack of the whip, the horrible scream, the
arched back, and bouncing breasts. The legs running, thrashing,
kicking out mindlessly. Her body sweating profusely.
Finally, the last cut of the cat. Her body arching, the
thrashing, screaming one last time. Miss Julia returned the cat
to the cupboard, and then strolled from the room. Mr. Young rose
and lifted Miss Wilson from her chair. Then he removed her
dress, and laying her on the floor, fell upon her. Bestial,
violent lovemaking ensued; bring both to rapid, strong orgasms.
Presently, they separated, rose and dressed. When they were
seated again, the girl had regained so of her senses. She slowly
got a grip on the floor, taking some of the stress off her
shoulders and wrists. Her back was a mass of pain.
The CEO reached to the table by his chair, and briefly pushed a
button. The chains slackened just enough for her to get the
balls of her feet firmly on the floor, but her heels were still a
good 4 inches away. He pushed another button. Miss Julia
appeared in the doorway.
"Miss Diane and I are going to bathe, then were going to dinner
and a show. In half an hour, you may lower Miss Amy, but do not
release her. She may lie on the floor where she is. Apply the
heeling ointment to her back and ass. Moreover, Miss Julia, you
are not to torment her more than just applying the cream. Nor is
she allowed to cum, she wasted that opportunity earlier." Having
finished, he touched Amy's cheek, then, taking her aunts hand,
they left the room.
Amy cried silent tears. The pain was still strong, but it was
loneliness, and guilt, that caused the tears. Such a handsome,
and powerful man, and she was just a criminal to him. Someone to
punish, but not love. She saw the lust in his eyes, when he
looked at his aunt. She had seen them on the terrace. Moreover,
her mind had registered their passion, on the floor before her.
She would never have that kind of love. She was to be punished,
tormented, but not loved. The tears poured from her eyes, small
shudders rippling her body.
The cook stood in the door, watching. It was easy to guess the
thoughts of the girl. She had had them once herself. She had
loved her employer, in her way. And, he loved her in his.
However, she loved her husband more. The lust and sex games with
her employer were titillating, but not true love. That she held
for her husband. The man who understood her employers hold on
her, and accepted it. Of course, it had benefits for him. She
was a more adventurous lover. Uninhibited now. And then, there
were the other perks. The master allowed her husband to enjoy
and participate in the games. Not just with her either. You see
the love of her life, was the gardener/butler.
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Amy dozed on the floor before the fire. The warmth was relaxing.
She had a moment of panic when the butler had entered to lay the
fire. He had raised her chains, exposing her, and then examined
her closely. He didn't have to undress her with his eyes, she
was displayed fully. She trembled, both fearing and wanting his
touch. She listened as he built the fire, and ignited it. Then
he lowered her with a knowing smile, and left the room.
She heard a command. "Up Missy." The cook was walking into the
room. Amy climbed stiffly to her feet. The pain was gone, but
she ached from thighs to neck. The ointment the cook had applied
had soothed the fires, and relaxed the tensed muscles. She
almost felt normal, but she was sure she was going to have
difficulty laying on her back, or especially sitting down.
"The Master has chosen to retire for the evening. He will
administer the rest of your punishment tomorrow. I am ordered to
see you secured in your room." She released the cuffs from the
hanging chain, then raised the chains, the panel slipping
soundlessly back in place. Then she walked to the cupboard and
locked it. "Come my dear"
They walked out of the room, and then up the stairs to the room
Amy had napped in. The cook walked to the bed and drew the sheet
completely off the bed. Folding it a few times she laid it on
the chair by the vanity. The she nodded to Amy and looked to the
bed. Amy knelt on the bed, and then spread out on her stomach.
The cook rounded the bed and grasp Amy's left wrist. She
expended it to the corner of the bed, reached down, and pulled up
the end of a short strap. She clipped the strap to the cuff
still on Amy's wrist. Then she moved to the other side. She
repeated the procedure with her right wrist.
We don't want your sleep disturbed, should you roll over during
the night." Miss Julia said. Then she turned out the light.
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Amy heard a key in the lock. Sunshine filled the room. She
could hear birds singing. The door swung opened and the cook
entered. She walked to the bed, and removes the cuffs from Amy's
wrist. She circled the bed and removed the second cuff. Amy
rubbed her free wrist reflexively, the rolled over.
MISTAKE. Her entire back half throbbed, and screamed. How could
she have forgotten? She pushed her torso up, and slid onto one
hip. By that time, the cook was at the door.
Hurry up sleepy head, she said. "It's almost 7:30. It's Sunday,
and we have a special breakfast to prepare. I'll see you in the
kitchen in 15 minutes." With that she walked out of the room.
Amy felt very old, stiff and arthritic. She slowly made her way
to the bathroom. She tried to sit on the stool, but couldn't
maintain contact. It hurt too much. Then it dawned on her. She
wasn't to use the bathroom without permission. But how could she
get permission. She peeked into the room. No phone. She had no
idea where to find the man her aunt called master. Even to go to
the kitchen and get cook's approval, which might not be adequate,
and return would waste too much time. There was no other way.
She had to hold it. She climbed into the shower and let the hot
water ease her pain some. Not much, she was due downstairs.
She arrived in the kitchen. Cook gave her a once over. Her hair
was brushed nicely, and makeup on. She even remembered her
shoes. Damn. Cook lost a bet on that one. She smiled at the
penalty she would receive. She had been so sure she would not
have to pay it. Master would enjoy it the more for her misplaced
confidence. She pointed to a sack of potatoes by the sink.
"Peel the potatoes, and wash them. Then, shred them with the
grater in the utility drawer. Fill the large bowl, the red one
not the green. It's in the cupboard next to the stove. Then
rinse and drain them. Finally cover them with cool water" Cook
continued her work, now that she had given her directions.
She put her hand up a small turkey, obviously retrieving the
giblets. She gave no further thought to the girl, For now.
Amy looked around. She found a cutting board leaning on the wall
under a cupboard. She took that. Then she took one of the
smaller knives out of the angled block. On a whim, she retrieved
a clean dish towel, and laid it out beside the potatoes. Lastly,
she found the bowl, the red one, the green one was huge. Then
she began her task. Peeling, washing, shredding, rinsing,
soaking. She turned to cook who was just packing the last of the
stuffing into the bird.
"I've finished Ma'am." Amy said.
"Good" the cook said looking up. "Quick, go and set the table.
There'll be fresh juice, and orange marmalade for the toast.
Understand?"
"Yes Ma'am" She got it, a juice glass, bread plate, and those
funny short wide knives. She hurried off to her task. She
changed the linen, and started to set the table for two. She
stopped suddenly. Special breakfast. Special meaning guests.
She walked slowly, to the kitchen. She dreaded the answer to the
question she must ask.
How many for breakfast Ma'am?" She could hardly stand still for
the answer she thought she already knew.
"Five." The cook said. She couldn't turn around. She was
smirking to broadly.
FIVE. "Yes Ma'am" , Amy said. Five! She would be expected to
serve before three more people. Shit. She hadn't had a chance
to earn any more clothes. Damn. Her blush started, even though
there was no one there yet. She gathered herself up, and
finished setting the table. She put two places to the right of
master chair, figuring a couple and a single. The couple should
be given the greater position, shouldn't they? Master, female,
man, her aunt, man. Yes, that should work.
She finished the table, gave it a double check. Opps, she forgot
coffee cups. Duh. She quickly finished that, and checked again.
Bacon, eggs, hash browns, toast and marmalade. Would they have
everything they needed? She thought so. She returned to the
kitchen. Cook was leaning into the fridge; she came out with
what looked like ham.
"Finished?" she asked. Amy nodded. "Great. Drain your
potatoes, and take them over to the stove.
Amy complied. When she got to the stove, she notices that one
side of burners had been changed to a large griddle. Cook
motioned to an aerosol can on the counter. Coat the griddle with
the cooking spray, and add the potatoes. Use the pancake turner
to turn them regularly, spraying the griddle lightly as you go.
Don't let them darken till they turn soft. That means they're
cooked. Then, spread them out, turn up the heat one notch, and
let them brown before turning to brown the other side. Amy took
to the task. It wasn't hard, but required near constant
attendance. She didn't know how long to leave them, and didn't
want to screw up so she erred on the side of too soon, rather
than too late.
She watched cook. She took several English muffins out of the
oven. They were toasted a golden brown. She put two on each of
five plates, and then laid a round of meat on each. Canadian
bacon, Amy realized. Next she slid a poached egg onto each slice
of ham. Then she picked up a mixing bowl, and whipped the
contents. Finally, she scooped a generous portion of the thick
yellow cream onto each egg, covering it and running off onto the
ham and muffin. She took a pepper mill and ground some over each
plate and the salted them lightly. She placed the plate in the
oven, and closed the door.
Cook came over and checked the potatoes. She looked at the
clock. Amy did too. It was a quarter of nine. Best turn the
heat up 1 notches, but watch them so they don't burn. Amy did
so, and watching carefully, coached by cook, she got nice golden
hash brown, and scooped them into the server, covering them with
the domed lid.
"Master will be down any minute, You'd best get the coffee and
take you station." Cook said.
Amy filled the serving pot, and headed for the dining room. Her
timing was perfect. The master of the house entered as she set
the pot on the side counter. He took his place, and Amy lifted
the pot and poured. She returned to the counter, and waited.
She trembled just a little wondering who would be coming, would
be viewing her nakedness. Soon her aunt entered. She had on a
lovely spring dress. Light with a short swing skirt. She took
her place, but saw the look between the two, and the smile her
aunt gave as she flipped her skirt out of the way. She sat on
her bare behind!
Amy was curious. The guest had not yet arrived, yet they were
seated. Wasn't that rude. The kitchen door opened, and cook
entered. But, her hands were empty, and her apron missing. The
dress it had hidden was springy too. Then a man entered behind
her. A white shirt, tie and jacket. THE GARDENER. He had his
arm around the cook's waist, as if escorting her into a
restaurant.
They proceeded to the far side of the table, where the gardener
held the chair for her, then sat beside her. Amy rushed to poor
coffee for the pair.
"You may serve." The master said.
"In the oven you will find a rack of English muffins. Place them
on a plate, and cover them. Bring them in with the potatoes.
The return for the Eggs Benedict, and serve them." Cook said,
and then turned to compliment her aunt on the lovely dress.
Amy hurried to comply. She felt the gardener's eye on her
backside. Obviously, he saw the stripes and bruises. She made
three trips to the dining room, the two servers, and the four
plates. Then she stood back. Was the other guest not coming?
"You've forgotten the juice, and the marmalade, Missy." Cook
said. And all have not been served.
Amy hurried for the items, placing them on the table. The she
returned for the last plate in the oven. Was the fifth guest a
ghost, she giggled to herself. She returned to the dining room
and placed it before the empty chair, then checked cups. Two
needed refills, which she took care of. She stepped back, but no
one was eating. They were all starring at her, smiling at some
inside joke. Who could be coming, that would give them that much
pleasure at her humiliation.
"If you would be seated, we'd like to eat before it gets cold."
The master of the house said.
What? Sit down? The smiles were almost giggles now.
He continued. "Sunday morning we all eat as equals. An hour of
friendliness, and equality. Please sit."
Amy looked a cook, and then her aunt. Both gave her nods of
assent. Amy was so relieved, she didn't think about it, she just
pulled out the chair and sat. AND nearly upset the table. She
felt like she received an electric shock. There were snickers
around the table. She lowered herself more slowly this time.
The chair was padded, it helped, but it still took several tries
to settle uncomfortably down all the way. Breakfast passed
quickly, The Eggs Benedict were delicious, and Amy even accepted
a complement on the hash brown, they were pretty good. When
finished, Amy poured coffee, and they all sat and conversed for
some time. Finally, though cook stood, and started to clear the
table. Amy jumped to help her.
As the executive stood, he said. "I expect you on the terrace in
30 minutes for your exercises" Then he left the room.
Amy cleared the table and , changing the linen. Then she helped
cook by drying the dishes, and put them away. Cook was already
starting on Sunday dinner. Amy headed for the terrace.
Her exercises were like yesterday. But performed before two men,
the gardener, and the executive. Both stared at her breast and
pubes, as she jiggled and spread before them to complete the
calisthenics. For the run she was allowed to stay on this side
of the shed, because of Sunday sightseers made the road busier
than before. The executive finally sent Amy for a shower and
then back to the kitchen to help cook with dinner.
Cook had much for her to do. Preparing salad, cutting up
vegetables, stirring sauces. Suddenly cook said. Hurry, It's
almost 1:00, Set the table. Quick. Full service.
Amy hurriedly grabbed a stack of plates, but then turned and
said. "Will there be 5 for dinner also" Her hopes high.
"No dear" said the cook. (amy's hopes fell) "get the leaf out
of the closet. There will be 8 for dinner.
Amy's hopes fell further. Eight, probably two other couples
would replace her at the table. She would be exposed in front of
four more people. She hurriedly changed the linen and set the
plates, sliver, glassware etc. She arrainged the chairs, but
there were only six. She remembered that the master used one at
his desk, but she had seen no others. She received the desk
chair, then returned to the kitchen to ask cook. But she was not
their. One of the pans was near boiling over, so she hurriedly
stirred the contents. Then oven timer sounded, and another dish
started to overflow at the same time. Soon it seemed a
conspiracy of timer alarms and boiling over dishes was occurring.
Where was cook.
She heard the front door chimes, but hardly had time to think of
her embarrassment to come.
She was getting a handle on the kitchen. All the burners were
turned down or off, and the casseroles and Turkey were out of the
oven. She started to put the food in serving dishes, then got
the monster platter out of the bottom cupboard and levered the
turkey aboard. Where was cook? Everything looked ready, but
cook was the expert.
She got the butter and milk and things out of the fridge and
headed for the dining room. Backing gently thru the door, she
was shocked to see people setting at the table.
"Ah," said the CEO at the head of the table. "Only a little
late" Beside him sat a young girl, maybe 20. She had on a very
low cut dress, and the semi sheer material was stretched to
contain her large breasts. Next to her was an gentleman,
slightly older than her owner. Then came the cook, in a lovely
high collared green tunic, followed by her husband, and then her
aunt at the other end of the table. On the other side there was
only one chair, that occupied by the open mouthed security guard,
that that interned her in his office. He was staring at her
nakedness. Amy blushed massively, and nearly dropped the tray
she carried.
Alan stared opened mouth at the nude form of the girl. He would
think about it later, right now he just drank in the lovely naked
body before him. He recovered his senses and closed his mouth,
as he heard the CEO address the girl.
"Missy, "the exec said, "Please proceed. Dinner has been delayed
enough."
She was so humiliated, to be seen naked by the security guard,
and the other couple. Her blush extended down to the tops of her
breasts. It dawned on her that the CEO had addressed her. What
had he said? To proceed....what... oh... with dinner! She
slowly turned to the table and placed the things from her tray on
it, then turned to return to the kitchen, As she pushed thru the
door, she heard the security guard's gasp........ Her blush
deepened, he obviously had seen the marks on her back and the
condition of her ass. She forced herself to pick up two of the
side dishes and return to the dinning room. She tried not to
meet any eyes, and returned for more of the food. She brought
all the food to the table, then filled water glasses etc. Then
she stood to the side bar, as was her place. But they hadn't
started yet. What were they waiting for, oh yes there was
still one guest missing.
"On Sunday's we all eat together." Said the exec. "However,
since you are being punished, you shall have to be bound in our
presence." He produce a piece of rope from under his napkin, and
motioned for her to approach. When she was before him he
examined her for a moment, (and she could feel the security
guard examining her from the rear) then finally turned her
around to tie her hands behind her (and allow the quest to
examine her front to her shame). Now if you would take your
place we can begin" He gave her a spank to propel her forward to
the place at his left, between himself and the security guard,
the one without a chair.
"I believe introductions are in order" said the CEO He pointed
to his right and indicated the young lady. This is Fifi, she
belongs to Mr. Johnson, he said indicating the older gentleman.
Henry is on the board of directors, and CEO of Johnson, Snelling,
and Borsch. Mr. Johnson was looking at her with something she
didn't want to think about. Then we have my assistant Miss
Wilson, and finally, Alan the new chief of security. Let's eat."
He stood and picked up the carving knife. "Missy, if you would
bring me their plates."
She was going to have to go to each person and present her
backside to accept their plate in her bound hands. God, how
humiliating. She couldn't do it, tears started to leak from her
eyes. She presented herself to the young girl, accepting her
plate and pivoting to present it to the carver. He made her hold
it while he laid a nice cut of white meat on it. He gave her a
light spank with the flat of the knife, so he turned and
represented the plate to the girl, then proceeded to the older
gentleman. He didn't pick up his plate, but caressed her wounded
buttocks for a few seconds. After several more seconds, he said,
"well take it Missy" He expected her to take the plate of the
table. Impossible, she couldn't get her hand to the plate
without pushing her backside right into his face and lap. She
couldn't do that. Shit. Damn. She didn't have a choice. She
pushed back into his lap, stretching for the plate. Back,
bending slightly, reaching clumsily, and backing up some more.
She was fully in his lap now, struggling to reach the plate.
She had it. But as she lifted it she felt him slap her buttocks
hard. She almost dropped it, but managed to hang on, barely.
She went to the head of the table and presented the plate for
some meat, and with the spank, returned to serve the older
gentleman. When she approached cook, she heard her say, 'Serve
from the right and take from the left dear" Oh shit, how had she
forgotten. At least she was getting it right half the time. She
was sure she would be punished each of the errors. She delivered
the plates of the cook, her husband/gardener, and her aunt. But
when she came to the security man, she had a flash of
embarrassment, and misstepped falling into his lap. Since his
eyes were on her every second, he caught her and looked deep into
her eyes for an instant, before returning her to her feet. It
only made the embarrassment higher (and something else too.) He
then kindly handed her his plate, not making her place herself in
his lap again, and she got his entre. When she handed it over he
handed her her own plate. As she waited for the entre to be
carved for her, it dawned on her, she had no hands to eat it
with. She would have to eat like an animal.
She returned to her place and everyone dug in, at least everyone
but her. She just stood there, as the security guard kept
staring at her body at every opportunity. When the first dish
came to him he took a helping and turned to hand it to her,
mindlessly offering it to her plate as if she would take it and
serve herself. There was an awkward moment, and then the light
went on. He had a helpless naked female as his dinner quest.
She would have to be helped thru dinner! Incredible.
He dished some of the vegetables onto her plate, the started to
hand the dish past her, but he couldn't reach far enough to
present it to the Mr. Young. He held the dish to the side of the
girl beside him, nudging her gently.
Amy couldn't believe it. She was naked at Sunday dinner, with
seven fully dressed people. They sat, while she stood, her hand
bound behind her whipped back, just above her bruised and welted
buttocks. And she was being expected to participate as though
nothing was amiss. To take the dish, she would have to turn her
naked wounded posterior to the man she had only just met. It
would place her butt almost in his face, where he could examine
the marks intimately. There were other intimate things he would
be able to see too. Her blush peaked again, as she turned to
reach for the dish. It was heavier this way, and she was glad he
steadied it until she had control of it (or was he taking the
extra time to stare at her ass). She turned to present the dish
to the Exec, and he took it and caressed her cheek.
"Thank you my dear." He said, as he took the dish and served
himself. Amy saw that the security guard had another dish he was
ladling onto her plate, so she turned again to be ready to pass
it along. This was so humiliating. (Can someone's blush become
permanent?)
The dishes were passed, and everyone was eating except Amy, and
Alan next to her. Even the CEO had is head in his plate ignoring
the pair next to him. Finally, Alan got an idea. "I can't feed
you up there. Why don't you kneel down?" He saw a smile spread
across the CEO's face out of the corner of his eye.
Oh God, he was going to feed her. This was so humiliating,
demeaning, and..... She carefully lowered herself to one knee,
and then both. She look up at the handsome man before her. She
was blushing, near crying, and ......
He pulled her plate over in beside his own, and began cutting her
food up. He took her fork and stabbed a piece of turkey, turned
and held it out to her.
She had to shuffle forward on her knees to get to the fork he
held. When she got close, he motioned with the fork, and she
opened her mouth. He gently placed the morsel in her mouth and
she closed upon it, as he withdrew the fork. His eyes were on
her the entire time, looking into her eyes, boring into her soul.
He presented another forkful of food to her, then dabbed her
mouth with his napkin, then returned to his own meal for a few
minutes, joining the conversation at the table.
He ignored her for only a minute, but she felt as though it was
hours. He finally picked up his water glass, took a drink, then
seeming to realize she was suddenly there, offered it to her.
She took a sip, and of course spilled a little. He feigned
disgust, as he wiped the dribble from her lips, and then wiped at
her breasts, in case any had got down there. (it hadn't)
Dinner continued, with Amy being alternately, fed, ignored,
admired, watered, and occasionally, fondled. Her emotion rode
with it, embarrassed, mad, elated, sated, and aroused. She had
never been on such a rollercoaster. She wasn't getting a full
meal, but that didn't matter. Her emotional state was being
stuffed. She was libido was bursting.
Dinner was winding down. Everyone had eaten enough. The Mr.
Wilson presently addressed Amy, "Would you clear and bring the
coffee."
Oh shit! She hadn't made coffee. With everything boiling over,
she forgot the one duty that was hers.
She stood and turned to the man at the head of the table, with
tears forming in her eyes. She been so .... What? But now, she
came back to earth knowing she would be punished, for this
incident, even though it wasn't her fault. Cook should have been
there. It wasn't fair. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry sir, there is no coffee made."
"Well then I suggest you get some made. Then clear the dishes
while it brews. You will of course be punished for each minute
of delay.
Amy dished to the kitchen and got the coffee started, then
cleared the table and started the dishes til she heard the coffee
finish. She took the pot and the hurried to the dining room.
"We will be retiring to the study, finish your duties, and
present yourself there for your punishment. You have 30
minutes." said the CEO.
She returned to the kitchen and the dishes. Her emotions were
still in a quandary, anger at the setup, arousal from the
intimate contact at dinner, dread for the coming punishment. Her
mind was wandering, and she was distracted by her body's
responses, when it happened. She drops a plate and it smashed to
the floor. The tears exploded from her eyes, her emotions
finally overloaded. She cried for nearly a full minute, before
she finally got the broom and cleaned up the mess.
She finished the dishes, and though she felt like she had
completed a marathon, she walked to the study.
She was shocked at what she saw. Fifi was strung up by her
wrist, and cook was lashing her with the cat. The men were
sitting in front, watching with interest, her aunt kneeling at
her master's side.
Fifi appeared to be in distress, struggling in her bonds, as the
lash struck again. Oh, she had a large ball gag in her mouth,
blocking her cries. Cook struck again, striking the girl's
reddened buttocks, and then rapidly cutting across the lower
belly of the girl. Her violent scream was barely louder than
normal conversation. The girl's butt, back, belly, legs, and
breast were all well marked by the cat.
The older gentleman rose from his chair and approached the girl.
He fondled her body for a moment, causing moans for come from the
gag. Finally, he grabbed her sex in his hand, and rubbed it
vigorously, while staring into her eyes.
"What do you want slut?" said the man.
Her only response was to hump against his hand.
"Do you want to get fucked?" he said. She continued to hump
his hand., as she nodded her head vigorously.
Do you know what you have to do to get fucked? She humped his
hand and looking into his eyes, slowly shook her head.
"This slut wants five to warm her up, so give her ten, so she
won't enjoy it." Turning back to the hanging girl he said.
"Spread you legs, and keep them open."
The crying girl slowly spread her ankles, then her knees, and
then her legs fully. It had to be hard to hold the position.
After a few seconds, cook stepped forward and flexed the cat's
tails. Then using a full circle, underhand pitch style, she
brought the cat up firmly between the legs of the hanging girl.
A scream struggled past the gag in her mouth, and her legs
thrashed but didn't close. The cat struck again, obviously
causing the girl great pain, from the scream that the gag
subdued. The third stroke was viscous, and the girl closed her
eyes and screamed fully. Her legs trashing and kicking, her
pumping pelvis trying to shake the pain off. She slowly opened
her eyes and looked into her owner's eyes, as she spread her legs
again.
SPLAT ! The cat struck again. The girl's eye closed and
another muffled scream sounded, but the legs stayed mostly open,
though they pumped and kicked. Her eyes barely found her master,
when the next stroke landed viciously between her thighs. The
eyes snapped shut, the hips pumped, and the legs thrashed wildly,
kicking and running, a scream escaping the gag. Long seconds
passed before the eyes opened again, now pleading. Her owner
merely shook his head and motioned to her legs. Ever so slowly
they opened.
The cat swung again, viciously tearing into the girl's sex. The
legs pumping, thrashing, and the scream, full throated and long.
The girl couldn't take much more could she? But the cat struck
again, even before the legs spread and the eyes opened. Cook
timed the stoke perfectly, catching the girl perfectly, as the
leg pumped. It produced a gurgle instead of a scream, as all the
air was already used.
The man interceded, and grabbed the girl's superheated sex. She
jerked back but he had a good grip, and jerked her back.
Starring into her eyes, he waited for her to look at him. "Do
you still want to get fucked?"
Before he got the question out, she was nodding her head, not
vigorously, she was to tired for that, but firmly, and obviously
begging beneath the gag
He turned to the cook and held out his hand for the cat., then
walked to the cupboards, and replaced it with a vicious
singletail. He returned to the girl, then taking a firm stance,
swung the whip up into her open sex. Despite the gag the scream
was blood curdling, and long. The leg opened even wider for a
second, then started running and kicking, as the girl thrashed in
her bonds. It was a long time before the legs became motionless,
longer still before the eyes opened. The eyes were afire with
pain, pleading, begging for any mercy. They found none as the
man motioned for her to spread her legs again.
Slowly, she spread her legs, her head shaking no as she did. He
looked into her eyes, and without blinking, brought the leather
up again. Her eyes seemed to pop out of the sockets, and her
body went ridged for a long second, before bursting into
activity. A horrendous scream followed. As the activity slowed
he struck again. Again the body went rigid. Only a grunt
escaped the gag. Then the body slumped. The girl's eyes were
slits, but she was conscious. He lifted he chin with the whip,
and waited for her to meet his eyes.
"You were told to keep you legs spread, so you will have one
punishment stroke." The girl shook, desperately trying to shake
her head no, but there was to be no mercy. "Spread them slut"
The girl was outright vibrating like a guitar string. She was
near exhaustion. The effort seemed Herculean, but slowly, she
spread her legs.
Her owner, drew back the whip, and lash her viscously a crossed
both breast. The lash took the girl's breath away, with it's
unexpected placement. The girl screamed loudly despite the gag,
and slumped in her bonds.
The man nodded and the cook lowered the changes holding the girl
up. He guided her down to the floor, removed the cuffs. Then he
removed his pants, kicked her legs apart and knelt between her
legs.
He waited until she looked up, then drove fully into her sex.
She screamed again. But he gave her no quarter, pounding into
her vigorously. Her eyes full of tears, and little screams with
each thrust, she started to hump him back, slowly wrapping her
legs around the man ravishing her. They were a blur of motion.
Both trying to pound the other into oblivion. After a few
seconds the girl raised her hips and went rigid, screaming into
the gag. Then slumping back after long seconds, her legs hanging
limply around her lover. However, he did not falter, but
continued to trust into the girl. Soon she tightened her legs
and started humping back again. He let her carry the rhythm and
reached up to undo her gag, then pick up the pace again. He
pounded into the girl, as she pulled him down with her legs.
Soon she was keening, panting, and begging him to fuck her
harder. Suddenly she exploded again, nearly crushing him with
her legs as she came again.
The couple continued for many minutes, the girl experiencing
orgasm after orgasm, until finally the man went rigid himself,
and fell exhausted onto her. By the time he rolled away, the CEO
was there, and he rammed his cock into the girl as hard as his
partner had done. He grabbed the girl's breast and set up a
severe pounding of the young girls flaming sex. The girl
screamed and came almost immediately, and continued to orgasm
every few minutes despite the constant cries as the CEO fucked
her wounded burning cunt. When the CEO finished, the gardener
took a turn, and the girl screamed her way thru another half
dozen orgasms. Finally, Alan fell upon the girl and took his
turn, but lasting only couple of minutes.
.
Amy raged when the security man dropped to the floor. She
thought he wanted her, and here he was fucking this bimbo slut.
She turned and fled to her room, slamming the door loudly and
tossing herself on the bed in tears.
About ten minutes passed, when the door exploded open. Mr. Young
burst into the room, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out
to the hall and down to the study, with her screaming and kicking
all the way. The girl was lying on an air mattress and her aunt
and the cook were tending to her. The men (except Mr. Young
holding her hair) were smoking. She was dragged before Mr.,
Young's chair, and tossed to the floor. Then he seated himself
and lit a cigar.
Amy was terrified. She knew she shouldn't have done what she
did, but she was hurt. At least she thought she was........