"Be Careful
What you Wish For" - part 1
by Diomedes050465
He was her Master, her Lord. That had been together two years and
in that time she had become a total slut for Him and she knew it;
but only a slut for Him. To everyone else she was still prim and
proper. Only He knew how well trained she had become, and how she
carried his initials tattooed just above her slit where the hair
would have been if she hadn't shaved there regularly.
There was little that he hadn't used her for or done to her. He
used all of her holes regularly, and had systematically stretched
her ass so that it accommodated him easily now, as well as the
hundred and one toys he used on her there. Both nipples had been
pierced as had both labia lips. She kept herself fit and supple
with a daily work out at the Gym. She no longer had or needed any
other work. She actually enjoyed some of the shocked looks she
got in the showers when some of the other members saw her
piercings, although she was always a little more careful when she
had been particularly viciously whipped for some misdemeanor. She
lay on the bed thinking about all of their "fun." She still hated
her mouth being used as a toilet but He wanted it and she
complied willingly if without pleasure. In all that time he had
never shared her or given her to anyone else and her only dark
fantasy not fulfilled was to be taken by two or more men, she
just wondered what it would have been like.
Now He had been out of their home all day without saying a word,
leaving only instructions that she was to shower, ensure she was
freshly shaved and remain naked. No clues to her, but she was a
fuck toy and deserved none.
The phone rang. It was Him.
"Be ready in 40 minutes. We're going out. Put on stockings &
suspenders, the white lacy underwear we bought last week, a
low-cut white cotton loose blouse, and one of the short black
leather skirts. Tarty make-up."
He hung up. No pleasantries. No conversation. She looked at her
watch, 7:42. Plenty of time but she hurried to comply with his
instructions anyway. No way was she going to even risk being
late.
Twenty-five minutes later the phone rang again. She was already
prepared.
"Delayed! Grab a taxi and meet me at Keltos Manor on the
Tattershall Road. Tell the security guard you are Sophie and
he'll let you in." Click.
No further explanation again. She knew Keltos Manor. It was a
large stone eighteenth century building on its own grounds. She
knew he had some interesting contacts but she didn't know about
this one.
The taxi driver knew the Manor, but then again everyone did. He
stopped at the gate and buzzed the entry phone.
"Taxi with, What's your name?"
"Sophie."
"Sophie." he said to the intercom and the electric gates swung
open.
The taxi dropped her in front of the impressive portico and she
saw that the main door stood slightly open in the summer warmth.
She paid the driver and watched him leave down the drive as she
walked up the steps and in through the door. After all, she knew
she was expected and just assumed that this was another of those
parties.
The entrance lobby was warm and brightly lit but with no one
around. She stopped. She could hear voices through a door to her
left. She walked across, her heels clapping on the marble floor,
and opened the large polished door and walked in confidently.
After all, she was expected or they would not have opened the
gate!
She looked around as every eye in the room turned towards her.
There were no women, just men, maybe ten, maybe fifteen, and she
saw that there were more in the adjacent room, which led off at
the far end. All were in dinner jackets and ties. The room was
luxurious, sofas, tables and pictures on the walls. The fact that
there were no women concerned her but more concerning was the
fact that she couldn't see Him.
"Ten minutes late, hmm." It was an elegant and sophisticated man
who appeared to be in the most important seat; an assessment she
made when everyone deferred to his comment.
He walked towards her and without any foreplay put his hand
straight under her skirt and onto her sex. She stepped back in
some surprise but did so straight into another man who grabbed
the rounded cheeks of her ass.
"What do you think you are doing?"
The back of a hand slapped her across the face and a voice barked
"Shut Up!"
She felt a small trickle of blood from her lip and her training
snapped into place as she slipped into Sub mode.
Hands dragged her across to the middle of the room and she saw
that there was no way she was going anywhere that these men
didn't allow her to. She saw now that there were more men and
also three women coming through from the other room. She guessed
the total numbers at maybe thirty. WHERE WAS HE? The panic was
turning her stomach into a knotted mess.
"Give us a dance and a strip."
She didn't move, but just stared dumbfounded.
Out of nowhere a bullwhip snapped across her back, it tore
through her blouse and bit into her skin. She screamed as much
out of shock as out of pain, and then it hit her again. No one
said anything but she heard some laughter; most noticeably one
female voice.
She started to move in the way that she knew He liked.
Seductively peeling off her clothes until she was dancing naked
except for the stockings and her heels.
"Warm yourself up now; stick a finger up your cunt." Laughter!
The sound of the crack of the whip persuaded her.
She sat backwards onto one of the sofas, lifted her legs high and
slipped a finger into herself.
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"She looks wet already." said a voice as another middle-aged man
walked over to her and pulled her finger away.
With no further preparation he pushed three fingers up her. She
winced in pain; then another and then he was trying to fist her!
He had tried this once but decided that he liked her tight and so
had given up. Now a total stranger was trying. The pain was
intense and as she tried to pull away hands pinioned her down and
grabbed at her ankles, pulling her legs painfully apart.
She screamed and felt the hot tears well up in her eyes.
But then she felt the hand withdraw and before the mist cleared
from her eyes she knew she was being raped. The man pushed into
her, no preparation and not slowly, suddenly, instantly all the
way in. She felt him cum and the felt another take his place.
"No, Please!" she begged. "Please Noooo."
She was turned over and her arms pinned down outspread along the
back of the sofa. Her legs were pulled apart again and more hands
held them. Another man pummelled into her wet sex, but she felt
him pull out before he had cum. Then another and then another.
She was crying now. Her sex was already sore and she knew that
only six or seven men had used her so far!
A glass was put