Chained Pt. 03

The smell of ammonia filled her senses as she pressed her cheek to the floor, her ass lewdly up in the air waiting for... god she had no idea what it was waiting for, but she didn't think she'd have long to wait.

A second slap burned across her ass and she yelped in surprise. She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? Why? She felt him spread her ass cheeks apart and blushed crimson as she realized he was staring at her asshole and pussy. She felt completely exposed and humiliated moments before she felt his hardened cock pushing against her slit. He wasn't gentle or kind as he had been in the past and she gasped in surprise as he shoved the whole length into her in one powerful stroke. Her lips cried out as they were spread and she had a moment to remember how wide he was before he pulled back and drove in again.

She found herself moaning loudly as each thrust buried him balls deep into her before he'd pull out till just the head of his cock held her pussy open. Again and again he thrust and her body responded. She moaned and writhed, as she got wetter and wetter lubing his passage. She couldn't believe she was getting turned on by any of this. What the hell was wrong with her, she wondered even as she groaned in pleasure the flavour of piss soaking her lips.

He pulled all the way out and she had a moment of panic. He couldn't be done yet? Please, he couldn't be done! He alleviated her fears quickly enough, he wasn't done he was simply changing attacks. She felt the wide head of his shaft against her anus and had a moment of true fear. He wasn't going to stick that there, was he? She squirmed and struggled as she tried to shift to line him up with her already sopping slit.

SMACK!

Her ass burned from the impact but the stinging sensation was soon forgotten as he pressed his cock, soaked in her juices, against her puckered hole. She screamed out as his width spread her open, her muscles contracting as they tried to stop him. She clawed at the floor as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. By the time he'd shoved his entire length into her she was gasping shallow breaths.

When he pulled back she cried out again, the sensation felt like she was losing control of her bowls and she had a moment of terror that she'd lost it right there. He pushed back in, this time moving faster and harder. She was at least partially prepped for him and it was easier than she expected. This time when he pulled out, she knew what to expect and terror didn't override the sensations she was experiencing. The next thrust brought a weird combination of pain and pleasure and she groaned as his balls slapped against her. His rhythm increased and soon he was fucking her ass almost as hard as he had her pussy - and amazingly it felt almost as good.

She moaned and groaned with each stroke, even going so far as to push back to let him go deeper and clenching her muscles around his shaft. That was what finally did it, that clenching sent a spasm through is cock and with a powerful last thrust he was pumping cum into her. She felt his cock contracting as it pumped and she flexed, milking his shaft until she felt him starting to soften.

When he finally pulled out all the way she felt her sphincter snap together though a trickle of something seeped out and down her thigh. She hoped it was cum but right then she didn't really care.

Chapter Twenty-Four:

He pulled her to her feet, tightening the tension on the chain that secured her wrists as he did and she found herself once again against the wall with her hands high above her head. Her hair clung to her body as pee dried to her skin and, what she assumed was his cum, seeped from her ass and down her thigh. She kept her eyes glued to him as he went to the cabinet. Her pulse quickened as a feeling of dread settled on her - she knew the types of things he kept in his toy cabinet and she was genuinely afraid of what he might decide to use.

You should never have tried to escape, the voice in her head chided. He has to punish you and you know it. She shook her head to clear the thought; it was simply crazy to think she deserved punishment for trying to get free. Still, whether it was crazy or not, she knew that was exactly what was happening - she was being punished for her actions.

When he returned she was surprised to see that all he had was a coil of rope and she looked at him quizzically. He caught her expression but said nothing as he went to work tying her up with the rope, the soft cord surprisingly kind to her skin as he looped it around her waist. She had a brief time of thinking that this wasn't so bad. In fact, the cotton against her skin was starting to turn her on. Sure, the rope was tight but she'd worn corsets that had been just as tight, if not more so.

He snaked the rope between her legs and up behind her back. As he tightened it, she found it pulled tight against her labia separating those tender lips. The groan of pleasure surprised her but it was cut short when he circled her throat and sent the rope back down her back and around her groin again. The angle and tension of the ropes pulled the lips of her labia wide while at the same time pressed tight against her throat. Her breathing came in short breaths as every move she made felt like she was attempting to strangle herself.

He continued to tie and eventually he bound her breasts. He was not kind, and she remembered that this was in fact punishment as he tightened the coils around her sensitive flesh causing them to bulge lewdly. Her nipples were engorged with blood and stood out straight from her body. During one pass, his hand accidentally touched the purple flesh and she gasped at the intensity of the sensation - pleasure bordering on pain or pain becoming pleasure, she couldn't be certain.

When he'd finally finished, she was well and truly bound. The ropes held her like a corset limiting her breathing and preventing her from taking deep breaths. He paused for a moment to study his work before reaching forward to brush his finger across her erect nipple. She gasped again at the sensation but he paid her no mind and instead pinched the sensitive flesh - she cried out at the treatment.

Bending forward, he took the untouched nipple between his lips sucking it and causing her to moan before his teeth raked across the flesh and she screamed for him to stop. Her screams went unanswered as he brutally sucked and teased the painfully erect and aroused nub. She didn't even feel his hand slide around her back. Didn't notice he'd caught hold of the rope he'd placed there until she felt it tighten. Until she could barely breath and her labia was brutally spread wide. And still he sucked and tormented her breasts, pulling hard against her nipples.

When his free hand slid between her wide spread lips and fingered her now bulging clit she nearly passed out as she tried to gasp - the rope's coils had made air a precious commodity!

Bucking and writhing against her restraints the lines between pain and pleasure blurred. Sensations rocketed throughout her body as the signals lost their cohesion. She was incredibly aroused and wet, and yet she could barely breath and her nipples felt as though they were on fire. He brutalized her nubs - both on top and below - pinching, teasing, biting, and whatever he could do to increase the intensity. She lost track of what hurt and what felt good, and nearly lost track of consciousness.

The climax, when it came, slammed through her body like a tidal wave. Her back arched as a scream tore lose from her throat, warmth poured down her thighs as she lost control of her body, and for a moment that felt like an eternity her entire being gave itself to ecstasy.

Unconsciousness followed the tidal wave of pleasure as she blacked out in her bonds.

Chapter Twenty-Five:

The bucket of cold water brought her back to consciousness with a scream of surprise. She was no longer tied to the wall and instead was lying on the floor close to it. The ropes had been removed and as far as she could tell she was completely unrestrained. She blinked water from her eyes as she stared up at him, noticing as she did that he was no longer naked. Instead he was casually dressed in black jeans and a button-up, though he hadn't bothered with footwear and still padded around on his bare feet. The look in his eyes was cold and dismissive and she found she missed the previous warmth that had resided there. She shook her head, angry with herself for the thought.

"Go to your room, get cleaned up. I have a guest," he said simply. " I expect you in the dining room in thirty minutes."

He was striding away before she had a chance to ask anything and she found herself staring open-mouthed at his retreating back. A guest, she wondered, and one she was meeting in the dining room and not here in the playroom. Her mind was abuzz with possibilities and speculation as she hurried to her room. She desperately needed a shower.

Cognizant of her time limit and realizing it was the absolute wrong time to challenge 'Sir' she hurried through her shower focusing on getting clean and not on enjoying the hot water on her skin. She would have loved to take the time to shave, as it was something she hadn't had the opportunity to do since she got here, but the absence of a razor made it a moot point. Her hair was the biggest challenge and took a couple of rounds to get it clean and untangled. Still, she made good time and was towelling off within twenty minutes - honestly a bit of a record for her.

Padding across the room as she ran a brush through her hair she noticed a simple white shift had been left on the bed for her. Finishing with her hair, she reached for the shift and pulled the garment over her shoulders and let the hem fall to her knees. It might have been a rather simple piece of clothing, but the material was silk and it felt spectacular across her skin - to the point it was almost arousing as it moved across her nipples when she moved.

Realizing she had to be running short on time, she hurried out of the room, up the stairs and didn't slow till she neared the entry to the dinning room. That's when she heard them and it brought her up short. She hadn't known what to expect, but she'd assumed that Sir's guest would be a man - the voice that carried to her from the dining room was not male.

Continuing more slowly she reached the door to the dining room and paused. Sir sat comfortably with his back to her while to his right sat a stunningly beautiful woman. Sir's guest had long ebony-black hair that looked as silky as the shift toy was wearing. She was dressed in a simple black business suit with a tight black skirt that showed off long, elegant legs. Her make-up was perfect and her face had a slightly Asian cast to it.

"I see you're still working on teaching her manners," the voice was cold and it took a moment for Toy to realize the woman was speaking about her.

"It's a work in progress," Sir conceded with the briefest of glances in Toy's direction.

"That's because you're too soft," she replied though Toy could hear the tease in the woman's voice.

"As you've said many times before," Sir replied with a smile.

The woman cast her gaze over Toy, and it was all she could do not to shiver before that cold appraisal - instinctively, she dropped her gaze.

"May I," the woman asked? And Toy had a moment of confusion when she realized the question wasn't directed at her. Sir gave a short nod and shifted his chair to watch as the woman stood drawing a riding crop from the table as she did.

She personified strength as she moved, her hips swayed suggestively but her bearing was all business, the crop slapping idly into her hand. This woman was clearly used to being obeyed and Toy found herself flinching away as she approached.

"Stand still!" The command froze Toy in place as she moved around her, occasionally using the crop to lift the hem of her shift, assessing and appraising as if she was debating buying.

"Strip," she commanded and Toy blinked at her in surprise.

SMACK! The crop came down hard across her silk covered ass and Toy yelped in surprise.

"I didn't say to look at me," the woman snapped. "I said strip!"

Toy pulled the shift over her head and dropped the fabric to the floor while the woman continued to circle her. She reached out and cupped her breasts before pinching her nipple painfully.

"Ow!" Toy cried out but was ignored.

"Oooo, the nipples perk up nicely," the woman called back with a glance over to Sir, he replied with a small nod and she continued her inspection - poking, prodding and groping as she did. Finally, she stepped in close to Toy and reached for her jaw, opening her mouth and peering inside. "Nice teeth too," she commented distractedly.

"Alright," she announced as she stepped away from Toy and re-joined Sir at the table. "I can see why you chose her - decent body, sensitive to touch, and good reactions. Needs a bit of a tidy around the bush, legs and pits - but I always forget the hair doesn't bother you like it does most." That earned a small laugh from Sir. "A little more - what's the word you like? Spirit, that's it. A little more spirit than I like," she added with another look at Toy. "But nothing I can't manage."

What the hell, Toy's brain screamed at her. Fuck! Who is this bitch?

"The spirit is what makes them special," Sir replied and Toy got the impression that this was an often had debate between the two of them.

"Maybe, but I'm guessing 'spirit' wrecked your car," she replied teasingly and was rewarded with a frown from Sir. "Thought so," she concluded. "Anyway that's fine for you, but in my business 'spirit' causes problems."

In her business, Toy paled at the thought and her pulse began to rise as a queasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

"Fair," he agreed. "I could see that. Compliant would be easier to manage."

"Definitely," she agreed before staring once again at Toy. "Still, there's something..."

Chapter Twenty-Six:

The two spoke for quite some time and Toy got the impression that they had a long history, neither was exactly warm with the other but... familiar... yes, that was the word, both seemed very familiar with the other. Like all the stories had been heard before. At one point Sir noticed her standing naked and paused briefly in the conversation.

"You may kneel, Toy."

She blinked at him for a moment and his eyes stayed with her as he waited.

"Thank you, Sir," she finally managed, and sank to her knees on the hardwood floor. Instinct told her to drop her gaze and she had the feeling that she'd passed some strange test.

"Okay," the strange woman finally said. "I'll do it."

Toy's pulse raced at her words. What was okay, she wondered? What would she do? Out of the corner of her eye she saw the broad smile on Sir's face.

"Excellent," Sir exclaimed. "And you're sure it won't interfere with business too much?"

"The business will be fine. Besides, I'm pretty sure I owe you a favour or two. If taking care of your new pet will help even that out, then its well worth the time," she paused for a moment as she considered. "I do get to play with her though, right?"

What, screamed Toy's mind? He's not going to let her is he?

Sir laughed at the question and Toy forgot herself and stared open-mouthed at him.

"I was hoping you would," he finally managed. "I think she could use some time with a different hand."

"Oooo, I love playing with new toys," the woman smirked at wide-eyed Toy and gave her a suggestive wink. "We're going to have so much fun, Toy."

The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful, Sir showed the woman the playrooms; but again, Toy got the impression she was already quite familiar with them. When Sir finally excused himself to get packed it was quite late and Toy was yawning. She'd been waiting for him to tell her what was going on, where he was going and when he'd be back? But, so far that hadn't happened.

"Now you be a good girl, Toy," he said warmly and kissed her on the forehead. "Do as you're told and don't wreck the cars."

She watched his retreating back in stunned silence and more than a little worry - he was leaving, had he decided she was too much trouble? Was he coming back for her? Tears welled up in her eyes, but thankfully did not fall. When he disappeared up the stairs she finally turned back to find the strange woman watching her appraisingly. Toy blushed. It felt like she'd shown this strange woman something intimate and private.

"Interesting," the woman muttered quietly. "Now then, Toy," her tone more demanding, "Until Sir comes back, you are in my charge. You will find I am not nearly as soft hearted as my brother."

Brother, blinked Toy. Sir was her brother? But they looked nothing alike.

"You may call me Mistress," she continued as she began to pace in front of Toy. "If you forget, you will be flogged. If you disobey me, you will be flogged. If you talk back to me, you will be flogged." She paused and stared into Toy's eyes. "Do you understand me?"

"Y... yes," Toy stammered and saw the flare in the woman's eyes. "Yes, Mistress," she corrected quickly and the woman gave a small smile and nod.

"Good girl. Now then, off to bed with you, we have a long day tomorrow and I'm an early riser."

Toy blinked at her and Mistress gave an exasperated sigh.

"Go on then," she said and shooed her away.

Toy crawled into bed, exhausted and terrified - she wondered what the morning would bring and, what was most surprising to her, found she already missed Sir.

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Mistress was indeed an early riser. Toy felt like she'd just barely lied down when the woman came to get her. She wore a silk kimono belted at the waist, her long ebony hair untied and cascading down her back.

"Come on then, Toy," she called briskly from the door before turning and heading back upstairs. Toy had to scramble to catch up with the woman, finally managing it as she mounted the stairs. Mistress gave no indication that she noticed Toy's presence. She walked with the certainty of a woman who was used to her directions being immediately followed. She didn't even acknowledge Toy until she'd returned to the guest suite and even that was brief and to the point.

"The bathroom is over there," she pointed to the room off the suite. "I like my bath hot but not scalding, with three drops of the bath oil you'll find there."

Toy blinked at her in surprise.

"Toy?"

"Yes, Mistress?" she was pleased she remembered to add the last.

"Now!"

"Yes, Mistress," she said with a small jump of surprise and hurried off to run the bath.

Running that bath was perhaps the most stressful thing she could ever remember doing. Mistress was far stricter than Sir was and she had no doubt that Mistress would punish her if she messed up. She found the bath oil right where she'd been told it would be and she was careful to only add three drops to the running water. She checked and rechecked the temperature of the water, hoping she'd gotten it hot enough as it filled the big tub.

She'd just turned off the taps when Mistress entered and she decided it was best to simply stay kneeling before the woman. Mistress had left the kimono in the bedroom and stood naked in the entryway, though her riding crop was still in her hand. Toy had a moment to take in the woman's naked form. Long, slender legs ran up to surprisingly full hips given Mistress' clearly Asian heritage and Toy once again wondered at the lineage that united her and Sir, though unlike Toy she was fully shaved. As her eyes roamed higher, she noted that the ebony haired woman's breasts were also fuller than she'd have expected and gravity seemed to have been kind to them so far.

The motion of Mistress' riding crop gently slapping against her own naked thigh caught Toy's eye and she realized with a start that she'd been staring. She dropped her head even as she flushed with embarrassment.