Chapter Five

 

The next night, Verena and Marina were made to kneel in the library and wait, side by side, their breasts heaving with anxiety. Though desperate to talk, neither dared.

“Spread the thighs out wide,” Gemma advised, “and the breasts out. Yes, like that.”

They waited for an endless moment, trembling but excited, facing the familiar but now ominous pillars supporting the gallery with its shelves of erotic books.

Marina kneeled rigid with terror; her body sweating beneath the warm oil that seemed to hem her in like a second skin, diaphanous and ready to be whipped off. But she held herself erect, conscious of Verena’s taut nudity next to her, the obedient slave, waiting.

That morning Claudia had announced to Gemma that they would be requiring the two slaves - as well as Gemma herself - that evening after the performance at the Comedie Frangaise and supper at Maxim’s.

“Around midnight, Gemma,” she said, placidly. “And I should like the library table legs to be prepared with ropes as well as the pillars to be ready with the leather thongs for bondage. The Master and I wish the whole range of whips to be laid out upon the side table where the library catalogue stands.”

“Would the Signora wish for the hoods and gags to be ready also?” Gemma enquired.

“Not tonight, Gemma, thank you. But there is one item I should like you to see to: kindly ensure that the new girl’s sphincter is securely sealed with the medium-sized anal plug. She requires persuasive enlarging if she is not to be damaged. Maintain it in place for the next days and nights, releasing only when physically essential. I presume I make myself clear?”

“It shall be done, cara Signora”

“And see to it that the slut Verenka is flushed out for the Master’s use.”

“D’accordo. It shall be done, Signora.”

In the course of the evening, the servant duly readied the girls. They bathed and were oiled from top to toe, the pubic hair being meticulously combed to its full, lush reach. The nipples and areolas received minute attention as they were given their carmine hue, while Verena’s long hair was tied back with a scarlet bow. It was late when the bodies were finally ready.

Marina endured the premeditated preliminaries with solemn foreboding and yet she experienced a thrill of sexual stimulation as Gemma’s gnarled hands touched, smoothed and penetrated her flesh. What exorbitant care! Never had she been manipulated in this manner and never felt so helpless. But that was, she knew, a cardinal factor in reducing her to total submission. She had agreed to sex slavery and was about to grasp its fullest significance. Thus, for the first time, Marina allowed herself, along with Verena, who was accustomed to it, to be cleansed, perfumed and oiled and she had to concede that the old Gemma performed the task to perfection. In complete silence the girls’ armpits were checked for stubble, the anal channel inspected and rendered totally pristine, free from the slightest hair. Meanwhile the girls chatted between themselves. They were unaccountably excited but Verena recognized that it was the joint preparation that gave the long moment its flavour. And, as she stared at her lover’s splendid, supple body, she wondered how it would, when the time came, stand up to the fucking, fellatio and beatings, strung aloft or bound down naked. She encouraged her again.

“Don’t worry, Marina, my love. You will survive and anyway, I doubt they will hurt you tonight. They want you to see me tied and whipped but you will certainly have to participate somehow. I just hope they make you kneel to suck me off. But don’t worry, they’ll probably let us off fairly lightly tonight. And then, darling, we can fuck ourselves silly in bed afterwards.”

While the owners were sitting in the lap of culture at the theatre, the slaves were not permitted to sit, being freshly oiled; so they performed a graceful pavane in their room to the tune of some medieval music that Marina had brought with her on discs. Gemma cleared away the basins and sponges and, taking her leave for her kitchen, complimented the two nudes. “Ecco ! You are very, very beautiful.”

Events took place slowly on the return of the slave-owners.

First, the two girls were duly led into the cavernous, candle-lit space of the library, each pair of arms tied by Gemma to the nape of the neck, a slender rein encircling the throat and wrists, left to trail over the buttocks and then they were left to wait.

Claudia entered the library first. Marina could hardly trust her eyes. The woman was half-naked, clad in high patent leather boots that reached to the middle of her thighs; her sex was splayed open with slender thongs, gripping her labia apart and revealing the glistening, sepia oval of the vagina. Her thorax was meshed with further thongs, holding the breasts taut and uplifted. She wore elbow-length crimson gloves and in her hand she grasped a long lash of several plaited leathers. As she walked, her heels resounded in the room until she stood, legs apart, before the two naked slaves. Aghast, Marina began to think the situation implausible, unreal, until the woman lifted the slave’s chin with the extremity of her whip haft.

“Head up, slave. Eyes down.”

Marina obeyed immediately.

Behind her, Mikhail appeared, also wearing riding boots but only to below the knees. A thong encircled his genitals, allowing the erect penis and scrotum to ride high against the curled hairs of the flat, muscular belly; his thorax was also criss-crossed with black leathers, leaving the midriff bare, except for a broad belt of studded hide, from which swung a slender riding crop that appeared to have been greased. It was the massive, elevated erection that frightened Marina most; she had seen many cocks in her young life but not of that dimension. Her cunt tightened at the thought of its penetrating power.

“These naked sex sluts seem to be begging for immediate attention,” the man remarked dispassionately. “Which of the two, Claudia, do you consider worthy of my cock and of your cunt before this beautiful thing is put to the whip?” He dragged Verena’s head back by the hair, his bound penis throbbing over her face.

Marina gasped in anguish. She began to realize that she was probably to be used by one or the other or both and - her heart raced - possibly flogged, despite the earlier insinuations that she was temporarily to be spared; from the corner of her eye, she saw Claudia inspecting the whips and crops on the nearby table. Yet for Verena’s sake - who certainly was to be thrashed, that was obvious - she held herself erect. Who knew if her own negligence at this or at any other instant would not be paid for by Verena. Her heart thumping with fear, she stretched her body upright. Now she knew she was a slave.

Claudia strolled round the naked bodies, her high-heeled boots gleaming; she exuded an odour of musk, sex liquids and leather.

“The gaping mouth of the fair-haired slave seems ready, my love,” Claudia murmured. “Why not try it for size? It has sucked the other slut’s cunt plentifully enough and is probably ripe for your magnificent cock. How would you wish us to start, dearest Master, if not with that?”

Mikhail also walked slowly round the kneeling nudes, tapping the buttock meat with the tip of his crop. Finally he said: “My own desire would be to have you, my love, flagellate our dark slave, as only you know how, stretched out between the columns and allow the fair-haired female to suck her off while you deal with her. After you have lashed her big rump well, I shall gladly take her in the anus and I suggest you use the other, for her mouth will be only too ready, lubricated and hot after servicing her sister.”

Claudia stroked Marina’s breasts, lifting them to cradle them in her firm grasp. “My own inclination, dear whipmaster,” she said quietly, touching her own clit, “is to believe that these fine breasts require the quirt - at least a dozen lashes. The slave is new and needs some sort of welcome. She should not be allowed to become idle and jealous.”

“I entirely agree. But later, my sweet flagellatrice. She should be permitted to grow accustomed to our rituals first. Then her breasts can bounce under your quirt as often as may be desirable. But I agree she requires strict treatment.”

Suddenly and as if to compensate for her disappointment, Claudia lashed Verena’s rump with her three- thonged whip. “Get to the columns and stretch your gorgeous flesh for the whip. And you,” she turned to the trembling Marina, “kneel and suck her while she is thrashed. That, at least, you know how to do, you slave slut.”

In a moment Verena was spread aloft between the library pillars, presenting her rich, oiled buttocks to the scourge and her sex to her lover. She hung in a perfect cross of nude flesh.

“Kneel and tongue her!” The man ordered Marina abruptly. She moved and grasped the labia, opened them wide and sank in, keeping her hands well away from the lash.

Standing to the side and measuring her swing, Claudia struck. Methodically, she worked across the flaccid globes, which rebounded with every stroke, laid on with pauses, to allow the effect to penetrate well into the nerves of the epidermis. After ten lashes, the rhythm accelerated. The slave twisted and thrust forwards with each slash, slapping her sex against Marina’s face. The flagellation grew in intensity until the rump meat was marked from the summit of the bulges below the coccyx to the thigh crease. Crimson turned to purple as the welts rose on the surface with minute knots where the blood was gathering. Claudia, sweating and panting, wondered if not to slit her open for once.

After twenty lashes, Verena, biting her lip cruelly to prevent her screams, was leaping bodily in her thongs, and yet she managed to thrust out her pelvis to Marina.

Claudia was astonished at the slave’s resistance and her resignation as she absorbed the force of each stroke. A dominant’s dream. This slut hardly needed a gag. She refused to cry out, probably, Claudia judged, not to disgrace herself before her lover. She was far from suffering trauma; she was irreproachable. True flogging flesh, Claudia gasped.

Almost simultaneously with Claudia’s final stroke, Verena shrieked hysterically and came in her lover’s mouth, shuddering as her orgasm destroyed her.

For good measure, the man released his genitals, throwing the thong across the library floor, and grasped the whipped body by the pelvis bones. Claudia guided the cock directly to the puckered sphincter; the pulsating head slid in deep, Mikhail’s loins slapping against the welted rump as he enjoyed the girl’s generously enlarged, half-slackened orifice.

It was then that Claudia decided to test Marina. She beckoned her to the great table and laid herself out upon it, her buttocks crushed against the edge. Dutifully, Marina went to her knees again. “Suck and frig better than you’ve ever done on that slut of yours.”

The slave did not need to splay the labia, already retracted by the cunt straps. Claudia propped her body up on her elbows to witness and judge the performance.

The new slave exercised every talent she had learnt. The sex was beautiful, drooling with viscid, clammy but translucent juices; among the matted curls, the clitoris reared bared and stiff as Marina, with a sort of solicitude for the woman’s frantic need, let the jerking nubble slither in between her lips. Seizing it between the teeth, daringly she bit into its base and extended the organ with her suction. Then she used her fingers, rolling the thing that was more like gristle or cartilage than the ductile clits she had kissed and urged to orgasm in the past. While she tongued into the silken, glutted vagina, she experienced in herself a harrowing trepidation; uncontrollably, whirling eddies of lust ruffled through her womb as the mucous sludge commenced its surge down and out of her own sex.

Oh, heavens! let her come! Let her come before I do, she screamed silently, fighting to stem the inevitable tide throbbing down her inner membranes. She worked hard, caressing the woman’s belly and thrusting her fingers beneath the straps over the ribs, tearing at the white skin, reaching for the erect nipples above. She tried to sublimate her own sexual desires, cursing herself, execrating her sensuality. But it was of no avail. She wrenched her face from the pungently perfumed crotch and cried aloud. She orgasmed impenitently and heedlessly, still mauling the woman’s clitoris with her fingers. Claudia rose upon the table to thrust the slave aside. Marina slumped before the shining boots that suddenly stabbed viciously into her breasts.

“You will pay for this, slut! And dearly. A slave performs. She does not enjoy herself at her Mistress’s expense.” Claudia drove her heel deep into the crushed breast. “That piece of uninspired, unmitigated selfishness is sheer disobedience. You will receive three dozen lashes of the quirt over the breasts roped to that column over there.” The woman indicated the far left pillar with her scourge. “But I’m too tired to thrash you now.”

She turned to look into the shadows beyond the candles. “Gemma, take this whore of an untutored slave back to her quarters and tie her to the end of her bed for the night, head between the thighs, arms reversed and wrists joined to the uprights.”

As Marina left the library, she heard her Master groan, still plunged within Verena’s buttocks and gutting the anus, as he filled the loose rectum with his spunk.

On her return, the maid detached the exhausted girl from the columns and led her in turn out of the presence of her owners. Even to Gemma, the performance was worthless.

The session had lasted well over an hour. The man and woman refreshed themselves with an excellent Chateau Lafitte 1985. The slaves’ conduct despite Verena’s efforts to satisfy her owners - had been far from adequate. They required intensive training; that was quite clear - to Claudia, at least.

“Marina is only just embarking on her long voyage into pain and pleasure,” Mikhail gently pacified his mistress. “But it is certain that further measures are definitely called for if they are to be up to demonstration standards. And like you, darling, I want to be able to put them on show, as Marcus and Juliette do with their Tansu.”

Claudia was far from convinced, as she stripped off her straps and had Gemma pull off her boots. When the woman had left, he added for Claudia’s benefit. “And as for you, darling, you are in need of cock.”

Consolation was, for Claudia, indeed there, between his thighs. She had herself used back and front for a long moment and finally, after several inevitably postponed spasms, she fellated her lover smoothly and drank down the semen, as if famished for nutrition.

Before they dissolved into sleep, Claudia had one more thing to say. “Mishka, I need these girls of ours, you understand? I need them terribly but I realize they are far from ready. You know, once in the Touraine at the Chateau de Bressac, I think it was, I saw the teats of a deliciously tough Russian girl nailed through the holes, where her rings had been a moment before, and hammered on to a crucifix and her ringed cunt lips torn open, while two masked men whipped her back and buttocks to the blood. She orgasmed, Mishka, she orgasmed like a wild animal....”

“Claudia darling, be patient,” her lover murmured. The man was already fully aware of his mistress’s languishing desires as well as her ambitions. He was in full agreement but preoccupied by her unjustifiable eagerness.

“Step by step, Claudia, my avenging angel.”

Unpredictably, his gorgeous mistress promptly fell asleep in his arms. As he held her and cherished her lithe body close beside him, he meditated whether he should not have kept Juliette as his main mistress - Marcus never raised the slightest objection to that - and enjoyed her lascivious evenings and the sessions she organized so elegantly with the sexual help of her fabulous, exquisite Tansu. He would see how Claudia and the two girls acted.