She knew she was being punished, but she didn't know what for. For two days she had not been allowed out of her cell. All her meals had been delivered but she'd been given no clothes or make-up, and had spent her time reading one of three books that had been delivered with her breakfast on the first day.
Why Jake had reacted so angrily she had no idea. But whatever the reason, it had condemned Kim to forty-eight hours of boredom and frustration. From time to time she had heard the other slaves being taken upstairs, and once or twice the distinct sound of a whip coming from one of the adjacent cells. Jake and his guests were obviously indulging themselves, and to know he was deliberately ignoring her hurt more than any of the physical pain she had experienced.
Her whole body seemed to ache, but she knew her aching need was more a mental condition than a physical one. After being so intimate with the man she now thought of as her master, to be neglected so pointedly made her need that much more intense.
Thoughts of her story and her plan to escape had simply evaporated as time passed. It seemed less and less important. By the end of the second day, the passage of time only marked by the number of meals she'd been brought, she could think of nothing else but Jake and when he would call for her, every footfall in the corridor making her heart leap in expectation.
Eventually she heard the key turning in the lock and knew something was about to happen.
'Put this on,' Marsha said, with what had become her normal greeting. She threw some garments on the bed. 'Have you showered?'
'Yes, Ms Marsha.'
'And shaved?'
'Yes, Ms Marsha.'
'Make yourself up, too. I'll be back in ten minutes.'
Kim had correctly sensed her period of purdah was almost over. After so long on her own her excitement was intense. She quickly unzipped the make-up case and stood in front of the mirror to do her eyes. Of course there was no guarantee she was being taken to see Jake, but that didn't matter. Even if she was being taken to one of the guests it meant that at least he'd thought about her. But she was convinced she was being taken to see her master. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. How she hoped that was true. She put on the dark eye shadow, and used the black mascara on her long eyelashes. In the mirror she could see her eyes were sparkling again.
She went back to the bed and picked up the clothes Marsha had left. There was a red body made from shiny PVC, and thigh high boots in the same material. The body was tight. Like everything she had worn at the house its gusset had been removed to reveal her sex, and there were cut-outs in the bodice through which her breasts swelled.
She pulled on the boots. The tight PVC clung to her thighs like a second skin. She looked in the mirror and didn't like what she saw, the outfit tarty and unsubtle. She looked like a cheap whore. But it was a small price to pay if it was what Jake wanted.
Marsha opened the door again. She was wearing her usual leather outfit of shorts and a halter-necked leather blouse. She had a leather collar in her left hand and a riding crop with a brass pommel in her right. She put the crop on the bed.
'Come here and turn around,' she said, without the slightest emotion.
Kim did as she was told. She felt the thick leather collar being wrapped around her neck. Hanging down from the back of it between her shoulder blades was another short strap, attached to which were two narrow leather cuffs, one immediately above the other. Marsha took Kim's wrists, twisted them up behind her and strapped them into the cuffs, making her elbows stick out like chicken wings. She then clipped a long thin chain into a D-ring at the front of the collar. It was attached to the chain of the manacles, which Kim had been made to wear when she was working in the house. Marsha snapped each manacle around her ankles.
As usual, bondage had added a new dimension to Kim's excitement. The position of her arms was agony, but the waves of pain were translated into a sharp tingling pleasure that made her tremble.
'Good,' Marsh said, twisting Kim this way and that. She was smiling, and Kim didn't think she'd ever seen her smile before. 'Now bend over,' she said.
To keep her balance Kim shuffled her ankles apart until the chain between them was stretched to the maximum. Looking between her legs she saw Marsha pick up the whip. She moved close and trailed the whip up between Kim's legs until the leather loop at its tip was touching her sex. It slid up to Kim's clit, the touch making her moan. Then Marsha flicked the loop between her thighs, making the flesh vibrate. It was withdrawn suddenly. Kim heard a swish then a line of pain exploded across her buttocks, like hot needles being driven into her skin, the harshest stroke she had ever received.
'What do you say?'
'Thank you, Ms Marsha,' she gasped, the pain making her pant for breath.
Almost before she had said the words another stroke landed diagonally across the first. The back of the PVC body provided little protection, the material only covering a tiny triangle at the top of her bottom, leaving most of her buttocks completely exposed.
'Thu-thank you... Ms Marsha.'
The third stroke was the hardest of them all. It set her whole backside on fire. But the needles of pain that lanced into her turned, as they had before, to sharp peaks of pleasure, her sex turning liquid. She could feel each stroke individually, and knew they had left scarlet weals on her flesh.
'All right, straighten up,' Marsha said. As Kim did so, stiffly, she saw Marsha was still smiling. 'Now follow me.'
The high heels of the thigh boots and the chain between her ankles made progress slow. They reached the ground floor and Kim was thrilled when Marsha turned towards the main stairs. Her conviction that she was being taken to see her master looked like being justified.
They climbed the second staircase and walked towards the double doors at the end of the landing. Marsha rapped on one of the doors then walked away.
Kim waited. Her buttocks were still on fire, but there was nothing she could do to soothe them. She heard voices from inside the room but could not make out any words. She supposed she could still be disappointed. It was possible the master had loaned his room to one of his guests, but that was unlikely, she thought.
The door opened. A woman stood there. She was young, probably no more than twenty, and was wearing a narrow black suspender belt, sheer black stockings and high heels. Her breasts were high and proud with puckered red nipples, and her waist narrow. She had long legs and a thick bush of blonde hair on her mons. She was beautiful, with sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and large sparkling blue eyes, her blonde hair short but cut in layers that suited the shape of her head. She examined Kim critically, then glanced back into the room. 'What do I do now?' she said.
'Bring her in.' It was Jake's voice.
The girl took hold of the chain that hung down Kim's front, and pulled her in. She had the air of someone who had suddenly stepped into a dream and was trying hard not to be shocked by what she saw.
'Close the door.' Jake was lying on his bed, naked, his erection in his hand, his head propped up on several pillows. He did not look at Kim.
The blonde followed his instruction.
'Now bring her closer.'
She led Kim to the bed. There was a strong odour of sex in the room, leaving Kim in little doubt as to what Jake and the girl had been doing.
'She's gorgeous,' the girl sighed. 'Can I touch her?'
'Of course you can. You can do anything you want with her. I told you that.'
She raised a hand and touched Kim's cheek, then allowed her hand to fall to her breasts. She cupped one, then inquisitively tweaked the nipple. 'Unbelievable,' she breathed incredulously, her eyes wide. 'And she does this voluntarily? I mean, you're not blackmailing her or nothing?'
'No, I'm not blackmailing her,' Jake said patiently. 'Have you ever been with another woman, Kate?'
'No - but I'd sure like to. I've always wondered what it would be like.'
For the first time Jake looked directly into Kim's eyes. There was a smouldering expression there that she could not read. 'Bend over,' he ordered calmly.
Kim obeyed, at once determined to show him how good a slave she could be, despite the fact she found Kate's presence disconcerting. The girl was clearly not a slave, or one of his regular guests.
'Jesus, what are those marks?' Kate asked with genuine fascination.
'She's been whipped,' came the casual reply.
'Whipped? She likes that too?'
'Of course. All submissives do. Bondage and corporeal punishment go together.'
'I'm not sure I could take that.' The lovely girl shook her head, pouting childishly.
'Then you're not a submissive,' Jake said abruptly. 'Go on then, touch her. That's what you said you wanted to do.'
'How - how many of these girls are there?'
'There are hundreds of slaves in New York. There are twelve masters with places like this. The girls come and go. Some can only take it for a few months. Others never want to leave the system.'
Kim felt the girl stroking her buttocks. She winced as cool fingers touched one of the scarlet weals.
'I've never done anything like this before,' the girl breathed, as her fingers slipped down into the cleft of Kim's buttocks and into the opening of the PVC body. 'Jesus, it's so wet.' She clumsily prodded one finger into Kim's sex, the long fingernail making Kim wince again.
'Now kiss it,' Jake suggested. He rose and moved closer, his erection bobbing gently.
The girl apparently thought that was a good idea. 'Get her to lie down, then,' she said breathlessly, her disbelieving eyes glued to Kim.
'She'll do whatever you tell her to,' Jake prompted.
'Really? Gee, that's cool. All right, lie on the bed with your legs open... s-slave,' the girl said, without conviction.
Kim straightened up and went over to the bed. It didn't matter what was going on, she thought, as long as she was with Jake. Upon seeing her instruction being obeyed without question, the girl giggled.
Kim sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, writhing to the middle of the white linen sheet. She could feel the warmth where Jake's body had been. With her arms twisted up behind her back, lying down was awkward and her weight increased the pressure on her tortured elbows. The weals from the riding crop also stung as they rubbed against the crisp material.
'Here, unlock the cuffs,' Jake said, picking up a small key from the bedside chest and handing it to the girl. He caught her chin in one hand and pulled her towards him, kissing her while his free hand covered her left breast.
'This - this is fun,' the girl panted when the kiss ended. She sat on the bed and put the key into one of the ankle cuffs. It snapped open and she peeled it away, leaving the other one in place. 'Now you can spread them apart, baby,' she cooed.
Kim inched her legs across the bed. She saw the girl stare at her sex, framed by the strips of red rubber that ran down on either side of her labia. For some reason she felt more naked in front of this young ingenue than she had spread-eagled and exposed to all the guests at the party.
The girl instinctively got up to her knees alongside Kim, then dipped her head to her sex. Kim could feel hot breath playing over her labia as the girl stared, taking in all the details.
'I've never done this before,' she whispered innocently.
'So you said.'
'I'm really turned on, Jake.'
'That's good,' he said.
'Do they all have to get shaved like this?'
'That's my preference,' he confirmed.
Kim turned her head to look at him. He was standing by the side of the bed looking at the blonde, but not at her. His erection jutted from his loins.
Kate stuck out her tongue and very delicately lapped between Kim's labia. She was tentative at first, but soon became more assertive, her tongue moving up to search for Kim's clit. It nudged against the little button and began to circle it delicately. At the same time Kim felt her hand moving up between her legs, her fingers spreading her labia apart as if the girl wanted to get a good look at the mouth of her vagina.
Kim saw Jake kneel on the bed beside her. He took the girl's hips in his hands and eased his erection down between her legs, rubbing it against the black welt of the sheer stockings. How she wished he was doing that to her. The girl raised her head and looked back at him. 'That feels good,' she said.
'You concentrate on what you're doing,' he replied. 'Take no notice of me.'
Kate's tongue returned to Kim's clit. She explored the rim of Kim's vagina with her fingers, then pushed inside hesitantly. 'Will she do me?' she said, suddenly straightening up, her fingers pulled from Kim's vagina.
'I told you, anything you want.'
'Great.'
Kate bounced around the bed, straddled Kim's shoulders and pushed her sex down onto her mouth. Kim pushed her tongue into her and found the girl's clitoris. She squealed with delight as Kim flicked it from side to side.
'Oooh... that's great,' she purred. 'Jesus, this feels bad. Does it mean I'm turning into a dike?'
'It means you like sex, all kinds of sex, is all,' Jake said. 'Here suck on this.'
Kim felt her lean forward, then push back on her mouth again. She flicked Kate's clit and could feel the girl shudder at each contact. She could hear her sucking enthusiastically on Jake's cock. Her emotions were confused because she didn't know where Kate fitted into his life. Was he trying to recruit her as a slave? But if that were the case shouldn't he be giving her the tests of obedience he had written about so graphically in his books, not fooling around with her like young lovers?
'Oh, that's good,' Kate sighed, sitting up again, her sex pressing down against Kim's chin.
'Can you come like that?' Jake asked.
'Mmm... I think so. Feels so dirty, doing this with a woman.'
'Naughty but nice.'
'Naughty but great.'
A weight moved on the bed. Kim felt Jake settling behind her. His gnarled cock slid over Kim's face. As Kate tipped forward, supporting herself on her hands, Kim watched him sliding into the entrance of her vagina. How much would she have given to feel him doing that to her? He pushed deep, grinding his pubic bone against her sex.
'I - I can't believe I'm doing this...' Kate panted dreamily, her back dipping in unison with his penetration.
'Does it feel good?'
'It feels fantastic.'
Kim tapped the tip of her tongue against the blonde's clit, trying to concentrate on her and exclude all other feelings. This was what Jake wanted for her and she had to prove to him that she could be a good slave. That was all that mattered. Her feelings, the terrible jealousy she was beginning to feel as this uncomplicated girl who was quite clearly right outside the system, was given what Kim wanted so desperately, had to be set aside. Perhaps after the girl had been exhausted Jake would turn to her.
The girl was moaning loudly now, Kim's tongue and the sawing movement of Jake's cock bringing her off. Quite suddenly she felt the girl's glowing face drop between her thighs and her mouth fell to her sex, her lips crushing against her and kissing hungrily. Her wicked tongue found Kim's clit and began tapping at it exactly as Kim was doing to her.
Kim could feel the blonde's orgasm mounting rapidly. Her mouth seemed to melt against Kim's sex, moulding to it, and she could feel her hard nipples pressing down against her belly. Then she reared her head up, crushed her bottom back against Jake's body, gave a piercing cry, and came, her sex clenched tightly around the rod of flesh invading it.
'Very needy,' Jake said quietly.
He pulled her back and they fell together in a heap, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth nestling against her throat.
'Oh, I'm so turned on,' Kate sighed. 'What have you done to me?'
'Just taught you what's available,' he said.
'You're still hard,' the girl giggled.
'Mmm... I've been saving myself.'
'Let me do you then,' she suggested eagerly.
'Have you finished with her?' Jake asked.
'But I want you,' the girl pouted.
Jake sat up. 'Get to your feet,' he said to Kim, emphasising the order by nudging her with a foot. 'Stand here, by the bed.' His tone was suddenly cold and impersonal.
Kim struggled to her feet, the bondage making it difficult. Was he really not even going to touch her?
'She's really something,' Kate said, her voice full of admiration.
'You can have her again tomorrow, if you want to stay.'
'Stay? You're not turning me into one of your little slaves.'
'Don't worry, you're not a submissive. But I have a feeling about you. Perhaps you might like to be on the other side.'
'The other side?'
'A dominant. Some of the masters like to have overseers; girls who help them keep the slaves under control.'
'And you think I could do that?'
'My instincts are usually sound,' he said, a little smugly. 'Stick around here for a couple of days and find out.'
'There's something I want to find out before that,' she said. She kissed him, pulling him back down onto the bed.
Kim had to watch as the young blonde newcomer writhed against the man she was besotted with. Then the girl rolled off him and gripped his penis in both hands, milking it with evident adoration. 'Like this?' she cooed sexily. 'Or do you want to come in my mouth?'
Jake looked at Kim, his eyes showing no warmth whatsoever. Now she knew exactly why she was there. It was to teach her a lesson. He had lost control in the annex two days before. She had made him lose control. That's why he'd been angry. But this performance with Kate was designed to teach her, like her two days of solitary confinement, that she must never come to expect any special treatment from him because of that. For a brief moment, alone with him in his bedroom, she knew she had touched him and established a special bond. What he was doing now was making sure that bond was broken. However much he wanted her, however much she had made him lose control, she was just another slave. And he was the master.
Her whole body ached with need. The pain of her bondage and of the whip was nothing to the emptiness she felt inside. How she wanted to sink onto that rigid phallus and feel it riding up inside her.
'Your hands feel good,' he said, arching his back and pushing his cock up, his challenging stare still fixed on Kim.
The blonde squeezed his shaft with one hand and ran the other down to his scrotum, cupping his balls. She worked her fist up and down. Kim watched with total fascination. She had never felt so jealous of anyone in her life. She watched Jake's cock begin to twitch, the shaft swelling even more. As Kate rubbed the ring of her fingers across the ridge at the bottom of the glans the little slit of the urethra opened and a string of pearly spunk jetted up in an arc which spattered down on Jake's belly and chest. Kate squeezed and pumped his cock to produce a second less energetic spending, then continued until every last drop had oozed out over her fingers. She dipped her face and began to lap the spunk off her hand with the tip of her tongue, making enthusiastic moans as she did so.
He had done that, Kim knew, to show her exactly what she was missing, to point out to her that he was allowing another woman to give him pleasure, but not her.
'You know, I think you may be right,' Kate purred, straightening up.
'Right about what?' he asked.
'About being dominant. Seeing her like that, it's had a strange effect on me.'
'Like what?'
'She's into being whipped, right?'
'She's into being obedient. Part of that is being whipped, if required.'
'Can I whip her?'
'Here you can do anything you want.'
'That's what I want. I want to whip her and have her go down on me again.'
Jake laughed. 'You're getting the hang of this pretty quickly.'
'So it looks as though your instincts were right.'
'Yah, it looks that way.' Jake chuckled and reached for a tissue. 'There's a whip over there,' he nodded towards a wardrobe. 'Just tell her what to do.'
Kate rose sexily. She stood in front of Kim and gripped the long chain that still hung from the collar. She used it to pull their faces closer together. 'This is going to be fun,' she said.
It was impossible to sleep. Kim's mind turned over everything that had happened. Marsha had delivered her back to the cell at midnight, according to the clock in the hall, and had waited while she stripped off the PVC body and boots, before locking her in.
After a shower Kim lay on the bed, finding she had to sleep on her side, the weals the whip had left stinging painfully if she ventured onto her back, her bottom pink and raw from Kate's enthusiastic, if untutored use of a thin horse whip. For the first time the pain did not provoke a sexual response.
She supposed she should just accept her punishment, even though she hadn't deserved it. But it was difficult to deal with the jealousy she felt. After having shared an intimacy with Jake Ashley, it was hard to go back to realising that she was only one of many. He might show favouritism from time to time but in the end he was a master, like the others he had referred to, and would do exactly as he wished. And ultimately, if Kim was to be a slave she would have to do more than just accept seeing him with other women, whoever they were, she would have to relish it. In a sense the episode had been a test of her submissiveness.
It was a test she had failed.
It was not the whipping the girl had subjected her to. Nor the fact that the girl used her afterwards, squatting on her face while she indulged herself and came at least twice more. It was Jake's attitude; Jake's obvious pleasure in her emotional discomfort, and what she perceived as his callousness. She supposed, as her master it was up to him how he behaved, but she found it hard to accept.
For the first time since she'd arrived at the house she began to feel that she wouldn't regret leaving. Being a slave was too demanding, and required a commitment she clearly didn't have. She wanted to be with Jake Ashley to do and be whatever he wanted, but was beginning to realise exactly what that entailed.
She could get back to New York and file her story, then fly back to London and resume her life. Three days ago that prospect had seemed bleak; now it was almost welcome.
Almost.
She supposed there would always be a part of her that hankered after what she'd found in New York. Perhaps there was a club for submissives in London, a place where she could go every so often to experience the sort of pleasures she had experienced here. Or perhaps the needs would just dissipate and eventually be forgotten.
Perhaps.
Of course, there was still the question of getting away. In theory all she needed to do was refuse to obey Marsha when she next came to the cell. She would then be asked to accept a punishment, which she would also refuse, and be sent back to New York. That was the theory. But though all the other slaves at the house seemed to be willing enough, it was possible that in practice Marsha and ultimately Jake might choose not to let her go until her allotted time was up. What's more, having alerted them to her lack of cooperation they might make sure her bondage was increased and confine her to the cell, making it impossible to escape. It was better all round if she said nothing, appeared perfectly cooperative, and tried to find the right moment to make a run for it.
Having made that decision, having decided she would look for a means of escape, she immediately regretted it. Forgetting herself for a moment she rolled onto her back, the sting in her buttocks reminding her of how Kate had whipped her with relish. A few minutes before the stinging in her bottom had been irritating; now it began to generate quite different feelings. She rubbed her buttocks across the sheet deliberately, producing a new wave of pain, quickly followed by a surge of pleasure...
'No!' she said aloud, rolling onto her side... but she rolled back again. If Jake was no longer her master, if she was heading for the outside world, it didn't matter if she masturbated. She pressed her sore buttocks against the sheet and snaked a hand down between her legs. She hadn't touched herself since she'd done it for Jake. Well, this time she was doing it for herself.
Kim saw Nina Berry arrive. She was driving a red Ferrari, which she brought to a halt by the front door. She got out, her lithe body dressed in a black catsuit and thigh length black leather boots, and strode to the house as if she owned it. It was just getting dark, an orange sun setting behind a bank of beech trees to the west.
Kim and two of the other slaves were washing windows on the first floor, though they were perfectly clean. She had seen Jake leaving with Kate in a black stretch limousine about an hour before, probably taking her home. So she guessed Nina's visit was not planned.
Marsha opened the front door to her in. As she was right above the hall area, Kim could hear their conversation.
'Where's Jake?' Nina demanded.
'Sorry, Ms Berry, he's just gone out.'
'Out where?'
'Back to New York, Ms Berry.' Marsha retained her cool.
'So he won't be back tonight?'
'No. Not until tomorrow.'
'All right, you'd better make the arrangements for me.'
'What arrangements?'
'Marsha, I haven't come here for the sake of my health. Jake said I could use the slaves whenever I choose. So I'm choosing now. And I need a drink. Get me bourbon rocks.' The film star strode into the sitting room. Marsha followed and Kim heard the sitting room door being closed.
Ten minutes later Marsha came out and climbed the stairs. 'Follow me,' she said to Kim.
She was led along the corridor towards the master's bedroom. Marsha opened one of the other doors on the left and ushered Kim inside. 'Wait here,' she said.
The guest bedroom was decorated in shades of toning blue and green, with flounced curtains, a thick blue carpet and a large double bed. There was a nineteenth century French style walnut wardrobe with a curved entablature, a chest of drawers in the same style and a comfortable sofa. At the foot of the bed was a chest, a bigger version of the one Marsha had produced at the party, though this had elaborately curved panels that looked as if they were Indian in origin. There was a large mirror hanging on the wall above the head of the bed, and Kim stood looking at her reflection. The denim shorts were tight and cut into the top of her thighs. Her breasts rode high on her chest, jutting proudly, her nipples for once smoothed back in the surrounding flesh.
Her resolve to try and escape was still strong. At least it was at the moment. When she'd seen Jake getting in the car it had wavered. For a moment she thought he'd looked up at her, caught her eye and smiled, a knowing smile that to her had suggested there was still something special between them, a smile that said he hoped she had learned her lesson. She sensed he had lingered a moment too long, looking at her with undisguised lust. Was she being ridiculous? Was she reading her own feelings into a blank and uncaring stare? She had no idea. But she decided, after a great deal of deliberation, that she couldn't base her actions on a single look. She wanted to be Jake's slave, but she could not face being one of many. That was the bottom line.
The bedroom door opened again and Adam shuffled in, like her dressed only in denim shorts. He was not alone. Behind him Marsha was pushing the other male slave into the room. Kim had seen him several times but didn't know his name.
'There's a bathroom over there,' Marsha said. 'Get showered, all of you.' She unlocked the metal cuffs at their ankles, then went to the chest of drawers. She took out a lacy white garment and a pair of white stockings with wide lacy welts. 'And you put these on when you're finished,' she said to Kim. 'There's shoes in the wardrobe.' She turned to Adam. 'When she's dressed put the manacles on her again - just her. Do you understand?'
'Yes, Ms Marsha,' Adam said respectfully.
Marsha picked up the other two sets of manacles and the key, and walked out. They heard the bedroom door being locked. 'Better do as she says,' Adam said. 'Did you see Nina arrive?'
'No talking,' the second male whispered, putting a finger to his lips. 'There's probably a video camera. You know Nina likes to get all her performances taped.'
They trooped into the bathroom and the men allowed Kim to shower first. Stripping off the denim shorts she caught them eyeing her body as she stepped into the glass shower cubicle and stood under the stream of hot water and lathered herself. There was nothing she could do to stop them. In any case, after what she'd been through in the last week shyness would have been ridiculous.
She dried herself on a large white towel, then walked back into the bedroom while the men used the shower. She picked up the lingerie Marsha had left out for her. It consisted of a three-quarter cup bra with a deep bodice that reached down almost to her belly. Hanging from the hem was four satin suspenders. She fastened the garment around her body. The bra cups were extremely snug and her soft breasts were squeezed together and threatened to spill from them. Her cleavage became a deep inviting shadow.
She sat on the bed and rolled on the stockings. They were woven with lycra to give them a glossy shine and were long, the lacy tops almost touching her sex.
Kim opened the wardrobe. The interior space had been partitioned into square sections. Some contained wig blocks with blonde and brunette wigs, others glass fronted drawers containing lingerie, while towards the bottom there was a selection of shoes, all with spiky heels. Kim chose a pair in white leather. As she climbed into them Adam held up the chain and the manacles. He looked regretful as he knelt in front of Kim and clipped them around her nylon-sheathed ankles. Just as he disappeared back into the bathroom the bedroom door opened and Nina Berry walked in.
'Good evening,' she said. 'There's no need for all that obeisance crap,' she added, stopping Kim from kneeling. 'I'm not in the mood.
'Now, don't you look pretty.' She raised a hand and stroked Kim's long hair. 'Where are the men?'
'In the bathroom, Ms Berry,' Kim answered instantly.
'Playing with each other, I expect.' She strode to the bathroom door. 'Get out here now,' she ordered.
Adam appeared first, the other one following.
'I gather your master is out,' Nina said. 'But as he's always told me I could make myself right at home, I intend to do just that. You, what's your name?' She was looking at the larger of the two.
'Bill, Ms Nina.'
'Take off my boots, Bill,' she said.
The man fell to his knees. The black leather thigh boots had a long zip all the way down the inside. Bill unzipped it, then pulled the boot off as Nina raised her foot. He did the same to the other one. Nina pushed her toes into the man's lap, prodding his flaccid cock. 'Not very impressive,' she said thoughtfully. 'I hope you're going to do better than that. Look at Adam here. He clearly finds me extremely beautiful.'
Adam was already displaying an impressive erection.
'Perhaps you need some encouragement, Bill. Shall I get Adam here to give you a good suck?'
'No, mistress, please.' The suggestion clearly repulsed the man.
'Then you'd better get yourself hard. Come on, stand up. Let's see what you can do.'
Bill leapt to his feet and began pumping his cock vigorously. Kim saw his eyes fixing on her. His cock began to engorge and he visibly relaxed, clearly happy to have avoided the threat of having another man fellate him.
The black catsuit had a long zip running from the high neck right down to the crotch. Nina caught hold of it and slowly pulled it down, her breasts immediately spilling forth. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves then wriggled the catsuit over her hips and down her long legs. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts swayed firmly as she straightened up. A small pair of black satin panties covered her sex.
'Come here, Kim,' she said huskily, beckoning with a crooked finger. She lifted a hand and stroked Kim's breasts, confined within the white lace. Then she wrapped an arm around Kim's waist and pulled their bodies together. She licked her lower lip then kissed her, her tongue exploring her mouth. It was an extremely sensual kiss, and Kim responded with a surge of passion.
Nina broke away. She flipped open the top of the chest. It was full of leather straps, chains and ropes. 'We're going to tie them both up real tight,' she said. She took two coils of white rope and handed one to Kim. 'Then we can have some fun. Just do what I do.'
She went back to Adam, took one end of the rope and wound it around the top of his left arm, knotting it securely. 'Keep your arms at your sides,' she said sternly. She began winding the rope around his body, starting at his shoulders and working down over his chest and waist, enclosing his arms so they were bound to his sides. When she reached his belly she left a gap so his penis remained exposed, then started again at the top of his thighs, working the rope down over his knees and around his calves and ankles. She tied the rope off, then pushed Adam firmly in the chest. Fortunately for him he was standing right next to the bed, because there was nothing he could do to prevent himself from toppling like a felled tree, bouncing on the mattress, a neatly tied package.
Kim began to wind the rope around Bill, following exactly the same procedure, but before she reached his legs Nina moved him so he too was standing with his back to the bed. As soon as the rest of the rope was wound tightly around his legs and tied off, she pushed him in the chest too, and watched as he dropped on the bed next to Adam.
Nina took two foil packages from the top drawer of the bedside chest. She handed one to Kim. 'Put this on him. I know they've had medical checks, but condoms make them last longer.'
'Get yourselves over to the middle of the bed, I want you side by side,' she said, once their standing erections were neatly encased in rubber.
With a great deal of effort the men wriggled and writhed, obeying wisely.
'Too slow,' Nina admonished. 'That means punishment for you both.'
Kim was sure they would have been chastised however fast they moved. Nina went to the chest of drawers. She appeared to know where everything was. She opened the bottom drawer and took out a whip. It looked exactly like the whip Candy had used on Kim in her apartment. Kim saw the glint in Nina's eyes as she came back to the bed. She knelt up on it, raised her arm and slashed the whip across Adam's cock. He winced, gritting his teeth. 'This will teach you to obey more quickly,' she hissed. The whip fell again and again, viciously slapping Adam's cock from side to side. How he maintained control Kim had no idea.
'And now you,' Nina said, her breathing a little heavy from the exertions. She straddled Adam's body to get to Bill, then stroked the whip against his erection. He moaned, trying to roll his body away from the blows. But tied as he was that proved impossible and the whip lashed him as fiercely as it had done Adam.
Nina turned around to look at Kim. 'Kneel here with me,' she said, indicating the bed at Adam's side.
Kim did as she was told immediately, not wanting to risk a whipping at Nina's sadistic hands. As soon as she settled Nina leant forward, wrapped a hand around her neck and kissed her. She squeezed Kim's breasts through the bra, her fingers centring on her nipples and pinching cruelly.
'I'm in a funny mood,' she said, breaking away. 'I hoped Jake would be here; he knows how to deal with my moods.'
She lifted herself on her haunches and pushed back until she was poised over Adam's erection. The whipping had made no difference to its hardness.
'Put it in me,' Nina ordered crudely. She held the gusset of her panties and eased the damp material to the side.
Kim wrapped her hand around Adam's gnarled cock. Up until this moment she had been curiously detached, watching everything that happened but not becoming aroused. Perhaps, having made the decision that she was going to escape and leave all this behind her, she was reluctant to become involved again. But the feel of Adam's cock pulsing in her fist changed all that. She felt a surge of arousal knotting her stomach, and it soon became the familiar thumping pulse that radiated out to encompass her whole body.
She pushed Adam's cock between Nina's labia, the sparse black pubic hair plastered back against her flesh. It was not difficult to find her vagina. As she eased his cock into the waiting maw Nina dropped down, the rigid shaft stabbing up into her. She grunted and immediately began grinding her hips from side to side, so her clitoris rubbed against his pubic bone. 'Do my tits,' she said.
Kim moved around on the bed, the chain at her ankles impeding her movements, then leant forward and cupped Nina's breasts. 'No,' she chided. 'Suck on them.'
Kim fed a nipple into her mouth and sucked, then pinched it between her teeth. She felt Nina's body shudder in reaction. The American began to move up and down on Adam's cock, pressing her hands down on his stomach to steady herself. Tied as he was he was unable to do anything but lie there.
Kim moved her mouth over to Nina's other nipple. She gnawed it while she used her fingernails on the one she'd just left, nipping them simultaneously. 'Yes...' Nina moaned.
As Kim saw Adam's cock sliding in and out of Nina's sex she felt her own throbbing wildly, her juices flowing. Every time Nina dropped down, burying him in her depths, Kim felt as if it were happening to her.
'Whip them now,' Nina panted, her eyes sparkling.
Kim wasn't at all sure what she meant.
'My tits, you idiot... whip my tits.' As she said this she heaved herself up off Adam and swung her leg over Bill, facing in the opposite direction, her back to his face, this time using her own hand to jam his cock up between her legs. As his glans nudged into the mouth of her vagina she fell on him just as she had with Adam minutes before.
'Come on, girl,' she urged, thrusting her chest out.
Kim picked up the multi-lashed whip. She aimed it at Nina's breasts and slashed it down.
'Yessss... again...'
Kim cut the whip down on Nina's right breast. It flicked across her nipple.
'Again...'
She did it three or four times more, until both Nina's breasts were crisscrossed with lines as though someone had drawn on them with a fine red pencil, but just as she was about to deliver another stroke, Nina's hand flashed out and caught her wrist. She held her arm raised, staring straight into Kim's eyes, every muscle in her body locked. Slowly her eyes closed and she let out an odd high-pitched keening noise, as she spread her legs further apart and subtly, almost unconsciously, ground herself down on Bill's phallus.
As her orgasm ebbed away she opened her eyes, releasing Kim's wrist. 'Now you mount him. Come on, I want to see you fucking him.'
Kim was not at all unhappy about that. Not only had she seen Nina's orgasm trembling through her body, but she seemed to feel it too, the sensations transmitted via her wrist. With her ankles chained together, however, it was not easy. She swung a knee over Adam so she was facing Nina, her ankles pulling against the chain which was just long enough for them to rest on either side of him, the chain stretched across his thighs. She moaned softly as she lowered onto him, his erection sliding into the silky wet walls of her vagina.
'Come on, fuck him,' Nina encouraged.
The whip had fallen between the two men's bodies and the American picked it up. She raised it, aiming it at Kim's breasts, the bra pushing them up as if presenting them for such treatment.
'No,' Kim pleaded. But she wasn't sure she meant it. As she realised Nina's intention she felt a surge of pleasure that made her sex clench tightly around Adam's phallus. The whip made a swishing noise as it whistled through the air. Suddenly little needles of pain exploded over the tops of her breasts, the pain turning instantly to pleasure.
'Come on, fuck him,' Nina demanded.
Kim pulled herself up as Nina aimed the whip again. As the lashes struck she fell on Adam, forcing his cock to stab into her again, the double impact making her cry out loud. Now Nina was moving too, riding Bill as hard as she had before, both women rising and falling at the same time. Nina threw the whip aside and reached for Kim's breasts, both hands squeezing the malleable flesh.
'Are - are you coming?' she grunted. 'Let me hear it.'
'Yes... oh yes,' Kim moaned. She rode Adam harder and harder. Her cunt was alive, her clitoris slamming down against his pubic bone. 'I-I-I'm coming...' she wailed, as a wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her.
When she opened her eyes again Nina was standing by the chest. She was holding a thick leather harness. 'Come here,' she said, her composure once more restored.
Kim eased herself off Adam, amazed that he'd not come too. But it was probably just as well for him that he hadn't; Nina was obviously not finished yet.
Nina buckled a thick leather collar around her own throat. Like the one Kim had been made to wear the night before, it had a strap that hung down between her shoulder blades, attached to which were two narrow cuffs. But there were two short chains hanging down from the front of the collar, too.
'Strap my wrists into this,' Nina ordered. Seeing Kim's puzzled expression she added, 'I told you I was in a funny mood. Sometimes I like to be bound. Why should you slaves have all the fun? Now do as I say - get on with it.' Nina held her arms behind her back while Kim twisted her wrists up and strapped them into the cuffs, one above the other. 'Now the nipple clips,' Nina instructed, turning around and indicating the thin chains that hung from the front of the collar. At the end of each one there was a shiny metal bulldog clip. Hesitantly, Kim picked up one clip and opened it. She noted its jaws had been serrated into spiteful little teeth. There was not enough play in the chains to reach a nipple, so she had to lift Nina's breast before she could site the clip over the tender bud. Slowly she allowed the jaws to sink into the button of flesh. As it bit deep Nina closed her eyes and moaned. The second nipple followed, the chains held taut by the weight of Nina's breasts, the breasts angled up towards her chin.
'Mmm...' She shook her shoulders from side to side, making her breasts quiver and the nipples pull against the clips. A little awkwardly she climbed back onto the bed, swung a leg over Bill's helpless body, and straddled his hips, facing his feet. 'Help me,' she whispered.
Kim moved close. She gripped Bill's cock and pulled it up until it was vertical. Nina sank down, the wet sheath of her sex squelching as she settled on him. But apparently she had something else in mind. She squirmed deliriously for a minute or two, then lifted off him. 'Put him in my arse now,' she breathed, her eyes dancing with excitement.
Kim gripped his rubber-covered cock again. It was slimy, Nina's juices coating it thickly. She directed it up between the American's buttocks, her black satin panties still pulled to one side.
'Yes... yes, just there,' Nina encouraged. She wriggled her hips from side to side and Kim saw the hard shaft of Bill's phallus disappear into her anus. Nina moaned loudly, her eyes closed, her body trembling. 'Now get him up on his knees,' she panted, blindly indicating Adam. 'Untie the bottom half of the ropes.'
Kim did as she was told. She untied the rope and began unwinding it from his legs until they were free.
'Tie it off around his waist,' Nina ordered.
Kim did just that, then managed to roll him over onto his side, and then onto his stomach. He pulled himself up and managed to kneel.
'Come on Adam, you know what I want,' Nina said. As if to illustrate it she leant right back and spread her knees, splaying the lips of her sex apart. Kim could see her vagina, and Bill's scrotum and the base of his phallus. Adam crawled forward, straddling Bill's bound legs. It was quite clear what Nina had in mind.
'Help him,' she urged.
Kim gripped his cock. Of all the scenarios she had been involved in at the house this was properly the most bizarre. As Adam inched forward, his upper body still tightly bound, she directed his cock into Nina's open sex. As it nestled into her Adam bucked his hips and fell forward onto Nina, his cock impaled her alongside Bill's.
Nina moaned loudly. Kim could see her struggling against her bonds. With Adam's body pressing against her breasts, dragging them down against the chains, the clips must have been biting into her nipples with a new intensity. But the pain was obviously turning her on as her whole body was undulating, pushing up and down on the two men with manic energy. Kim was surplus to requirements. Nina's moaning was continuous now and rapidly reaching a crescendo, her head tossing from side to side.
Just then, for some reason, Kim noticed for the first time the small black handbag on the bedside chest. Nina must have put it there when she came into the room, but Kim couldn't remember her doing so. The bag was slightly open, and Kim could see the red fob of car keys peaking out, a rearing black horse stamped on the leather.
This was her chance, she realised, with a rush of adrenaline that made her heart race. Nina was helpless, and there was a long coil of rope trailing from Adam's body that she could use to bind them together. It would take ages for Nina to free herself or for someone to come and find them. Is that what she wanted, she thought, trying to work out her feelings? They were hopelessly confused. She wanted Jake but she could not have him - not on her terms.
'Oh yes, yes!' Nina screamed, grinding against both men.
Kim picked up the end of the rope and wrapped it around Nina's back. She appeared not to notice. Kim looped the rope around Adam's waist and then around Nina's - twice. Again neither of them reacted, too concerned with the orgasm that was approaching rapidly. Quickly Kim yanked the rope tight and tied it off. This only appeared to cause a new wave of ecstasy in Nina's body. She stared at Kim, and then at the rope, but clearly registered neither.
Kim got off the bed. She peered into the chest. There was a ball gag attached to a thick leather strap.
Nina was coming. She threw her head forward, burying her mouth in Adam's shoulder and letting out a long low cry that was muffled on his flesh, her eyes closed. Then gradually the hardness in her muscles began to melt away.
After a few seconds she slowly opened her eyes, and looked down at the rope.
'What have you done?' she asked, with puzzlement rather than anger.
Kim knelt on the bed. 'Open your mouth,' she said, a little gingerly.
Nina saw the gag. 'Don't be ridiculous,' she said, an uncertain smile lifting her lips.
Kim reached forward and pinched her nose. After a moment of not being able to breathe, Nina was forced to open her mouth. Kim pressed the ball inside and strapped it behind her head.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?' Adam asked incredulously.
'Leaving,' Kim told him.
'Don't be an idiot. They'll never let you back.'
'Do I have to gag you, too?'
'Of course you do - I'm not going to cover for you. You'll have to gag us both or we'll shout the house down.'
Nina tried to say something, her face reddened by the effort, but only a few grunts came out.
There was only one more gag in the chest so Kim improvised a second by tying a pair of silk panties into Adam's mouth with a nylon stocking. Now she needed clothes. She rifled the chest of drawers, but though it contained lingerie, there were no dresses or outer clothes. There was nothing in the bedside chest and with the manacles around her ankles she could not pull Nina's catsuit on either. It was too late to change her mind. She couldn't merely untie them and hope they'd understand. She'd have to go as she was.
She grabbed Nina's handbag and went to the bedroom door, opened it carefully, and crept out onto the landing. There was no one about. She thought she heard a noise as she reached the top of the stairs, and pulled back. But there was nothing.
Hesitantly she walked down the stairs, each step creaking alarmingly. At the bottom she walked on tiptoe so the heels of her shoes would not clack on the polished wood floor. She reached the front door, just as she glimpsed Marsha in the sitting room to the left. For a moment she thought she'd been seen, but she hadn't. Holding her breath she managed to open the front door without making a sound, and then slipped out as swiftly as the manacles would allow. She reached the car and ducked behind it just as she saw Marsha standing in the open doorway.
She waited. Marsha looked out, as if trying to see or hear something. For long seconds she stood there, scanning the area at the front of the house. Kim felt sick with tension; had she seen her?
Then Marsha shook her head, as if to suggest annoyance with herself, disappeared back inside and closed the large door.
The door of the Ferrari was unlocked. Kim opened it and crawled inside, keeping well down. She fished the keys from Nina's handbag and found the ignition. She had never driven a machine like this, with its H-shaped gearbox, but she was going to have to learn - and quickly.
She turned the key in the ignition and the engine sprung to life with a deep booming growl she was sure would alert the whole house.
Still crouched behind the wheel she put the car into first, then sat up, pressed the accelerator and swung the wheel round. The car skidded on the gravel, then righted itself, heading down the drive at amazing speed. Kim looked in the rear-view mirror to see the rapidly diminishing figure of Marsha again standing at the front door. She began to run after the car but quickly gave up.
At the end of the drive was a five-bar gate set into a stone wall - and it was open. Kim had no idea which direction to take, but at least she was free. The trouble was, her escape had happened in such a rush that she still wasn't sure whether she'd done the right thing or not.