Chapter Four
Sunday morning seemed to dawdle like a man on his way to the gallows and Rachel spent most of it telling herself that she had no intention of obeying the list of instructions that she had received in the white envelope. Even as she murmured the thought, she knew that she was lying to herself as the dark worm of excitement coiled in her belly at the idea of being under Megan’s tutelage once again. Rachel was still lying to herself as she slipped into the bedroom and took off her clothes ready to shower but, as the cool water sluiced off her skin and she pressed the razor’s edge against the curls of her golden thatch, she shivered with joy and fear. Tendrils of blonde down dropped into the shower tray and slowly slithered away as she traced the razor over her mons and then down her sensitive slit, feeling herself grow excited just at the strange feeling of bareness. It was the first time that she had been so naked and vulnerable there since she had been about twelve and it was a surprisingly sensual sensation to have no covering to her pink labia. She bent over and scraped up her tight anal crack to make sure she was properly denuded of hair there before she washed herself thoroughly once again and then stepped out of the shower and dried herself off in a huge bath towel.
Dressing did not take long. Hold up stockings in black, a short skirt and an almost sheer blouse which clearly revealed the erect peaks of her nipples as she stood in front of the mirrored wardrobe doors and observed herself. It was so absolutely tarty and yet so right for her as she now knew that she possessed the soul of a slut deep down. Adding lipstick in bright red completed the look before she lay back on the bed and spread her thighs to reveal her newly-shaven pussy. Taking the spherical-shaped objects from her bedside table, Rachel tried to warm their freezing metal in her hands before she took a little lubricant and smeared it gently into the whorled lips of her quim. Instantly excitement flowed within her and she pressed the first ball against the heated surface and gasped as the cold seeped into her swiftly. Her labia opened eagerly and the silver sphere started to disappear into her pussy, sucked in voraciously by its hungry mouth until it finally vanished entirely from view.
The other soon followed and then Rachel stood up and started to walk around the room as she tried to accustom herself to the weird feeling. It was incredibly peculiar and arousing. Every stride she took made the two spheres rotate and gyrate inside her tight tunnel and she found herself squeezing her pelvic muscles together as she feared that they would suddenly drop out and disgrace her. The ripples caused by their movement spread into her labial lips and clitoris, exciting her with each step and so it was a flush-faced Rachel who picked up the carrier bag containing several other interesting items from the bed and walked slowly into the living room to finish getting herself ready as her instructions demanded. The contents of the bag jingled as she went and she blushed even more, remembering the sly looks that she had encountered in the various shops she had visited. It had been so embarrassing to buy the silver love balls in one adult shop and to suffer the grin from the man behind the counter as he had taken her money.
As she knelt down and slipped on the blindfold mask, another purchase in her Saturday morning shopping spree, over her golden hair and down over her eyes and then clicked the cold, cruel cuffs onto her wrists, Rachel was shivering with fear and suppressed longing and her mind was awash with ideas and dark thoughts about what was to come when her mistress arrived. She could hear the seconds ticking slowly by on the carriage clock on the mantelpiece while her breathing quickened with expectation at every little noise that slipped into the flat from the corridor outside. Doubts entered her mind and she suddenly wondered if her mistress was just playing a cruel joke on her. What would she do if no-one arrived and she was left in the handcuffs? Her fear deepened and threatened to overwhelm her and her body shook harder, thighs trembling even as she tried to press them together tightly. The seconds turned inexorably into minutes and Rachel’s knees ached while she longed to tear off the blindfold and look at the clock to see exactly how much time had elapsed. She was about to try even with her hands cuffed when she heard the noise of the front door shutting and a chill ran down her spine.
The faintest draught of air trickling over her face and body betrayed the fact that someone had entered and she swallowed nervously as she waited for Megan to speak. No words came though and so she was left to wonder, straining her ears into the silence as she tried to pick up any sound. The brush of nylon against nylon reached Rachel and she felt her heartbeat increase as she remembered the smooth stocking-clad legs of her mistress and the warmth of her pussy in between. Heaven beckoned there and Rachel almost called out in eagerness but restrained herself though her rosebud lips parted slightly. Then they opened fully as a tongue teased over them and then in between for a few seconds before it was withdrawn, leaving Rachel questing for more contact. A longing that was requited in a completely different way as a hot, thick cock suddenly thrust deep into her mouth. She gagged and tried to move away while cold ripples of shock slithered through her senses but a hand grasped her head and kept it still, pressing it into the man’s stomach and so making more of his cock slide into her. Panic set in as his massive member seemed to fill her mouth completely and pressed insistently against the opening to her throat. Rachel breathed in through her nose, noisily snorting in oxygen as dark clouds descended in her mind as she was used for someone else’s enjoyment and pleasure. The tip of his cock poked in further and suddenly slid into her throat and she gagged reflexively, eyes widening in horror and shock behind the concealing mask. There was nothing she could do however as he continued to use her, driving in and out swiftly while she gurgled helplessly as his hard flesh slithered over her lips.
“Enough for now!” snapped Megan abruptly and she watched in satisfaction as her submissive husband immediately withdrew his long prick and stood back from her new plaything obediently, hands behind him in the small of his back. She bent down and kissed the girl once softly on the lips, tasting a faint residue of cock on her scented skin before she straightened up and pulled Rachel up by the hair on to her feet where she teetered a little precariously on the high heels that she was wearing. Ordering her to close her eyes tightly, Megan removed the blindfold and replaced it with a pair of wraparound sunglasses, ones that had been modified to let in virtually no light at all. Rachel tried to squint through the opaque lenses but she could only make out the vaguest shadows as she was uncuffed and then grasped firmly by the arm and marched out into her hallway. Fear filled her to overflowing and she felt tears form in her soft grey-blue eyes as the door was opened and she was pushed out into the corridor. Every step seemed to last for ever as the fear of discovery loomed like the sword of Damocles and Rachel shivered as if she had a virus as safety grew further and further away.
The lift provided some sanctuary but then the sharp ping announced that it had arrived and a soft female voice announced that they were on the ground floor and Rachel trembled even more. A greeting from the concierge was answered cheerily by Megan and then came a waft of fresh though warm air on Rachel’s face and she blushed intensely as she wondered just who was looking at her as she was led down the street. The thought of meeting someone that she knew from work filled her and it was all that she could do not to tear her arm away from her mistress’ grip as she stepped cautiously along the uneven pavement. Rachel tried to work out where they were going but, behind the blacked out lenses of the sunglasses, it was impossible and so she just tried to stay upright as she was eased along. Every step also made the infuriating silver love balls in her pussy move slightly and her clitoris grew more and more inflamed while slippery juices began to ooze from her.
Suddenly the noise of the traffic and the ever-present hustle of the crowds diminished and Rachel realised that they must have turned off the main street. A couple of minutes more brought a sense of tranquillity and she could even hear birds singing softly around her as she was pushed forward further into the unknown. A park, she thought as peace and quiet entered her mind and she relaxed slightly at being away from the bustling mob and the prospect of being recognised. One person, Megan she thought, went ahead of her and guided her slowly through a maze of branches and tangled undergrowth and her heart started to pound faster in her chest under the almost transparent blouse at the thought of being off the path. Another minute or so seeped past and then she felt sunlight on her face and vague shadows slipped through the blacked out glasses as her hands were raised and then tied tightly above her, stretching her up onto tiptoe as she tried to ease the uncomfortable pressure on her arms.
Then came silence…apart from the swishing of the wind through the trees and the chirruping of a blackbird searching on the ground for food. Occasionally echoes of shouts and voices came to her ears, a reminder that she could be discovered and her throat went dry with fear and her limbs shook slightly. She stayed silent for several minutes, controlling her burning desire to know if anyone was there. Had Megan deserted her outside to be found by some passer by and then exposed and humiliated? Tears filled her storm-grey eyes at the idea and she swallowed hard. Was someone watching her and waiting to use her, she wondered as seconds ticked slowly away into the echoing air.
Finally she cracked and asked out loud and it was as if a dam had burst as hands grabbed her body and held her tightly, pushing her short skirt up to bare her bottom to the tiny eddies of wind that trickled through the tree branches. Something hot and hard nuzzled up between her legs, poking between her thighs and she gasped in fear and delight as she realised it was a cock questing after her pussy. Kicking her thighs apart, the man drove deep up into her, knob pushing hard against the silver love balls inside, and she squealed with pleasure and then felt herself flush at her wetness as he entered her so easily.
“You don’t speak unless you are spoken to, plaything!” snapped Megan and an instant later came a blinding flash of pain as something struck Rachel’s breasts, rapping the tender nipples hard and making them erect even further in response.
Megan stepped forward and slowly unbuttoned the thin blouse then slipped it off her plaything’s shoulders and bared her white breasts. The creamy skin was marred by one pink line scored across it and Megan licked her lips excitedly as she ran the thin strap through her fingers and felt the slight warmth of the leather seep into her senses. She moved back and raised it once more then whipped it forward. The leather sang slightly as it hissed through the air and then came the delightful sound of it striking flesh and Rachel’s guttural grunt as pain flooded into her being. A second red line sprang into prominence just a centimetre under the previous one and more soon followed as Megan began to strike her helpless captive all over her torso.
Rachel writhed and wriggled as the pain flowed into her when the thin whip struck but she could not step away as the man behind her kept her rooted in place while his thick cock twitched and jerked inside her squeezing, clenching tunnel.
“Don’t be too noisy, plaything, or we will have to leave when someone comes to investigate,” whispered Megan as Rachel let out a louder cry as the dark agony of the lash overwhelmed her courage.
“Imagine being left here for someone to discover. I wonder if they would release you? Perhaps they would take pictures? Perhaps they would call a policeman? Or maybe they would continue from where I have started?”
Rachel’s thought darkened with each suggestion and she felt her pussy tighten further on the prick embedded in it as the man behind her pushed her further forward, leaning his weight into her as the whip came down once again. This time it struck her stomach and the top of her hips and then it tantalised her thighs and calves with the sweet pain and all the time she tried to contain her burning need to cry out and vocalise her anguish.
The whip continued to fall across her breasts and belly and thighs as the man behind her withdrew his cock at a whispered word of command from her mistress and Rachel felt regret as she lost the comforting presence of his thick member in her tight little quim. Somehow it had distracted her from the raw agony of the lash and she pushed her buttocks back wantonly in search of his swollen tip then gasped as his hands pulled her buttocks further apart and his knob settled against the pinky-brown ring of her anus. She cried out and received a flurry of blows from the whip and each one drove her body slightly further back and she found her anal entrance started to open as the hardness of his cock pressed into her. Pain began to swallow her into darkness both in front and behind as the lash vied with his bulging cockhead. Her ring stretched wider and wider and then his thickness popped in and she squealed with shame and delight as he drove swiftly up into her vitals until his body was pressed firmly against hers once again.
“Fifty strokes and then you may come,” stated Megan coldly and the whip whistled through the air and Rachel steeled herself to endure but found the pain minimised as the lash caressed her hip before striking the man behind her hard on his bare arse cheeks. He grunted in her ear and shifted forward and her eyes bulged behind the dark glasses as an extra inch of his mighty weapon thrust up into her sore anal tube. Every stroke from the whip on his arse made his cock slide up into her and she groaned with the teasing friction in her tight anal orifice. It felt so delightfully good and yet she knew it was utterly degrading to be used in such a way, especially by a stranger that she would not even recognise if they passed on the street or met in the lift at her apartment block. The thought stayed in her mind as his hot breath tickled the back of her neck as he jerked forward once again as he tried to escape the effect of the lash on his bare bottom cheeks.
Megan stopped after twenty-five strokes and walked round and observed her handiwork, running her fingers over her husband’s wealed arse globes and feeling him tense up at her less than tender touch. She smiled and stroked her fingers down his cleft and tickled his taut ball sac, feeling him squirm as she cupped his scrotum and squeezed. She clenched her fingers harder and heard him groan and then she released him and returned to her previous position, standing in front of the conjoined couple while she watched Rachel’s breasts rise and fall quickly. Megan grinned as she caught sight of something in the leaf litter on the ground and she bent down and picked it up before stepping closer and running her fingers over her plaything’s naked body, making her squeal sharply as cruel nails pinched nipples and traced red lines down the white skin.
Rachel felt the fingers on her body and tensed up as pain flowed into her senses. She wanted to scream out loud as her mistress’ nails bit into her flesh but somehow she kept herself down to muted grunts and groans. She found herself shaking as Megan’s fingers strayed further down until they teased and tickled her newly-shaven quim and then Rachel gasped as something blunt and hard pressed against her swollen and slippery pussy lips. Slowly, inexorably her labia parted like the Red Sea for the Israelites and Rachel found herself holding her breath as she feared that she would split into two. Pain slithered into her body as her quim was stretched wider and wider and then came pure pleasure, an engulfing wave of it sweeping through her senses as a thumb settled on her clitoris and rolled it gently round.
Megan watched the pink labial lips pout prettily around the brown darkness of the pine cone. The tiny prickles on the outer casing of the cone pressed into the sensitive and delicate flesh and made her plaything’s mouth open wider as it edged further and further in. Megan left it poised at the widest point, stretching her sub’s pussy exquisitely wide as she teased the swollen and pulsing clitoral nub before she began to ease the cone in further. Suddenly, Rachel’s gaping pussy hole seemed to suck it in voraciously and it disappeared entirely, vanishing into the slippery wetness as Megan stepped back and picked up the whip once again.
Rachel groaned in ecstatic agony as the pine cone penetrated her completely and slipped up inside her spread quim. Both holes were now stretched to capacity especially as the pine cone pressed against the steel balls already inside her and the pain and pleasure as the thick cock in her rectum resumed its thrusting was incredible. Tears filled her eyes and spilt out from behind the darkened lenses and rolled down her cheeks, dripping down onto her breasts and crowning her erect nipples with slippery transparency. Vaguely she heard Megan counting out the number of strokes and she sensed a desperate urgency in the hard thrusting of the man’s cock into her abraded anus. A manic grunt came abruptly and then she wriggled and writhed on his impaling tool as a hot stream of spunk jetted up into her bottom. Her pussy walls clenched in sympathy and she squealed loudly as her own sweet orgasm flooded through her, forcing drips of excitement out of her quim and down the inside of her thighs while another geyser of sperm erupted into her tight anal tube.
Megan watched the girl’s face go slack as pleasure flowed into her body and then she stepped forward and started to smack the pouting pink lips of her pussy sharply. Rachel moaned and wriggled but she could not escape and suddenly she found that she did not want to as the painful blows subsided into a strange and intoxicating kind of pleasure and, to her amazement, she found herself coming again. Darkness threatened to overwhelm her as the heady mixture of pain and pleasure sluiced through her senses and she heard the mocking laugh of her mistress as if her ears were filled with cotton wool. Megan’s palm smacked the swollen lips of Rachel’s pussy even harder and she went up on tiptoes to try and avoid the resultant agony and her mouth opened wide as a howl of dark desperation slipped out of her lips. Rachel’s thighs felt like jelly and she slumped down, putting her weight painfully on her tethered wrists as the man behind her withdrew swiftly and spurted the last vestiges of his cream onto her buttocks.
Megan cut the rope and then unwrapped Rachel’s wrists before stepping back and smiling briefly as the girl fell to the floor, legs too weak to support herself.
“Perhaps we should leave my plaything here for a while?” she stated calmly, sticking out a booted toe and giving the girl a little prod.
Rachel tried to stand, fear clutching at her heart at the idea of being left outside where anyone could find her and use her. She managed to get onto all fours and then levered herself up, swaying slightly until a strong hand reached out and supported her elbow.
“Now walk!” barked Megan after wrapping Rachel’s skirt back around her thin waist and, on shaking legs, teetering on the high heels, her plaything obeyed.
Chapters 1 to 3 are on here under Business or Pleasure if you are interested.
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