Blonde Fury II (14 page)

Slavegirls were the most resilient of creatures, he thought. Whip marks faded, rope ma
rks only lasted a few minutes and t
he soft meat of the breast in his hand was testament to how much punishment they could soak up. The fact that it was still soft and smooth under his touch was a miracle considering the state he had reduced it to on so many occasions. But when he looked at her face the look of utter devotion towards her owner
always
made him hard and encouraged him to think of new ways to enjoy her.

He had plenty of younger girls these days,
equipped with
the more modern and powerful chip, but this one was so experienced and so totally broken in to serving him that he took a special pleasure in using her. She embodied the progress he had made in getting the country to accept slavery and soon she would pioneer life beyond slavery. As yet he had no firm i
dea of what he would do with her
, she was still quite presentable and might attract bids from a mature owner who wanted a
less physically demanding
type
of slave, if he sold her now. But on the other hand, she might make a good
overseer for the younger slaves
in his own household
. Yes, that idea appealed, after all she knew better than anyone how he liked to be pleasured and she could read his moods perfectly.

Just now was a perfect example.
He had let go of her breast and sat back.
She had freed his semi hard cock and was very gently nibbling and licking at it, easing it towards full erection
in just the way he liked. And when she did finally close her lips over the head and take him fully into her mouth, she avoided letting her tongue flick at the sensitive part of the underside.
She knew that the caresses of her heavily ringed tongue inevitably drove him to his climax. It had taken a few beatings to teach her that in his work hours he liked to
be
brought very slowly to the boil. He savoured the feel of her lips just gently rubbing on the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out of her mouth
and
he relaxed back into his seat
,
and without saying anything put one leg forwards. Immediately she straddled it and began rubbing herself against his lower leg. He looked down and grabbed her hair, dragging her up off his cock. She stared up at him, wide eyed and anxious, her crotch suddenly still.

“If you leave a smear of your slut juice on my trousers I’ll have you take a hundred lashes, full body whipping
,
as soon as we’re home. Now carry on sucking my cock and if you dare you can rub your cunt while you do it.”

He watched her carefully, her eyes lost their anxious look
and a slow smile spread across her face. He let her hair go and relaxed once more, closing his eyes to let the feel of her lips engulf him again. He smiled when he felt the soft
bulge
of her cunt begin to rub up and down his leg as she gently sucked him to the point where he couldn’t hold back any more and his cock jerked and spasmed as
it ejaculated, his helm experiencing the rending pleasure of her caresses as it splashed his seed into her and she swallowed every drop.

For a long moment Clive let the movement of the car soothe him and then he felt the woman’s hands, gently and respectfully tuck his cock away and he opened his eyes. There was a long dark streak of juice down one trouser leg. Master and slave exchanged knowing glances and then the slave knelt forwards and rested her head on her Master’s thigh as he idly stroked her hair.

She really had been through the whole slave project he thought. She and the black girl in the boot, they had been in the experimental batch with which the Proteus stable had started. They had served years in the arenas before he bought them. They had been almost the first to be chipped and had served him faithfully while he had been Home Secretary, before he had been elected Prime Minister. In a couple of years they would have antique value!
No. They definitely belonged in his household and they would be the first to be retired slaves. The black girl could take the whip better than any slave he had seen, whilst this one was an object lesson in
humble
devotion. Maybe they ought to be the first to have their chips removed, he thought. It would be in
teresting to see what happened and
as far as he knew no one had tried it. They would have their tongue rings removed
as well
then they would run his slaves for him.

He looked down at the woman kneeling before him and
pushed her away, then
ext
ended a foot. He lifted his shoe
until it was beside her face. She watched it with rapt attention, wondering what he would do. He nudged the side of her head and she subsided sideways to lie on the floor again. His foot came to rest beside her face and she turned towards it, kissing it gratefully.

When he got home h
e had Kath whipped in one of the upstairs offices while he got on with some paperwork. She loved it when he didn’t bother to concern himself with her suffering. When they had come in from the car poor Sharon had been released from the boot and had been taken off by the chauffeur to service him,
while
she had followed their owner upstairs and had been fastened, with her wrists raised
,
to a specially adapted chandelier, then he had selected a particularly supple single tail whip for her and settled down to work while she took her hundred lashes for staining his trousers with her juice. She was an experienced enough slave to know when her Master wanted her to earn a punishment. She hated it when he was really disappointed with her but had seen in the car that he wanted an excuse to have her whipped severely, of course he could have simply sentenced her to one on a whim, but it
was
more fun if she
deliberately did what he warned her not to
,
but
knowing h
e wanted her to
.

Now he read his briefs as she twisted and groaned under the whip and she only had eyes for the frowns that crossed his face and how he ducked his head to scribble an angry note in a margin here and there. The man in charge of her beating was one of the security team and had a strong arm. The whip snapped and cut at her from neck to knees, and because she had been tied standing, she was free to twist at the end of her chain as much as the pain made her, so her breasts and stomach and delta were soon burning and stinging merrily.

Through tear blurred eyes Kath watched her Master ignore her, even though she knew her screams were resounding through the room. She had been forbidden to orgasm and the result was that she was experiencing pain as her enemy rather than her friend, she was fighting it to stop herself climaxing
. But the cruelty of the order made it all the harder to obey it. She loved her Master when he manipulated her masochistic devotion so cleverly. The whip smacked and stung her relentlessly as she tried to shield the last part of her body to be whipped by spinning desperately and only succeeding in taking the next lash in a
still
more sensitive area. She was aware that she was losing the battle and the pain was overcoming her, forcing her towards excitement
,
when
suddenly
the beating stopped and she stood, panting and sobbing in front of the Master’s desk.

“You wanted me to see how wet she was after twenty-five, sir,” the man said.

“Hmm?” her Master looked up blankly and surveyed her welted and sweating body dispassionately. “Did I? Oh very well then.”

The man stepped forwards and roughly pushed his hand between her thighs, ramming three thick fingers up into her immediately.
Kath wished she could have offered some resistance, it would have at least shown she was trying to be obedient, but her treacherous cunt had a mind of its own and his rough intrusion met with a warm and slick welcome that shamed her.

“I should be able to fist her after another twenty-five, sir,” the man reported.

“Tsk! She’s incorrigible! Very well, if she comes I’ll have her hung up and cunt whipped at the
gathering
I’m
hosting
later,” her Master replied and favoured her with a wintry smile that made Kath’s heart flutter. He wanted her to fail, he wanted her welted and probably
cut
body hung up for the entertainment of his guests. Her heart swelled with pride and gratitude, she knew the house contained younger and more glamorous slaves than her, but she had been chosen.
She gritted her teeth and prepared to try and hold out against her orgasm as long as she could, knowing that he would want her to suffer as long as possible before failing inevitably. The arena had taught her well.
With no warning t
he whip smacked home across her back and the instant
ly
re-ignit
ed sting made her jerk and scream, twisting away from the lash and opening herself to an expertly placed one that smacked home across her delta and wrapped her as far as her hip. She brought one leg up and her breath escaped in a whoosh.

“If I may make a suggestion.” Her master’s quiet voice cut in before the next lash could be delivered. “I especially enjoy her screams from tit whipping. I would welcome it if you concentrated on those for a while.” Kath looked across at him, blinking back tears and worshipping him all at the same time. He ignored her and went back to work.

“Right, hold steady then you slut!” the man said and Kath shook back her hair proudly and stood up straight, thrusting her chest out for the lash.

By the time she had taken fifty her breasts were bright red with dark, purplish stripes and some spots of blood beneath the skin. The man was able to fist her
easily
and she came as loudly as she had screamed during the beating. He revived her by pinching her labia and then they set off on the second fifty.

It was the best beating that Kath could remember taking for a long time and she dragged herself over the carpet to kiss her Mas
t
er’s shoes when it was finally over
.

From long experience she knew that she might be spoken about but never spoken to, however, her Master seemed to aim his next words directly at her.

“I’m going to have your chip removed and your tongue ring taken out, whatever your name is. You’re going to be the first slave –well you and your friend whose cunt you can hardly ever get your face out of – to be unchipped and put to work overseeing other slaves.”

Kath didn’t really take it in. The shock of actually being spoken to was overwhelming so all she did was kiss his shoes again.

“Well I’ll take that as a ‘thank you, sir’.”

He rang for a servant and Kath was taken to stand in the hall while another slave dabbed at her cuts, then before the guests arrived she was taken into one of the lounges
where one of the new sDocks stood. They made her stand with her legs spread and her arms raised and spread – as if she was about to be put on a St Andrews cross. But instead she was fastened to narrow,
flexible steel pipes
, like shower ho
s
es but with more rigidity, that stood in an X shape behind her.
She was buckled on at wrists, ankles, knees and elbows, even t
he back of her neck was supported by a comfortable brace
that clipped onto her collar
. At the centre of the X was a ball and socket mechanism
joined to another pipe that rose from the floor,
and beside
the whole thing
stood a black control panel about the size of a tablet. Kath had been put on these things a couple of times before and loved how completely objectified they made the girl mounted on them. One of her Master’s men waved a hand over the panel and the X tilted back until it was horizontal. He made a circular motion and she was spun round in a circle. Then he made an upwards movement over one end of the panel and her legs were raised until she hung upside down
then he made expansive moves with his fingers and her legs were spread wide apart, leaving her crotch wide open
and her face towards whoever would be delivering the beating
. The pitiless humming of the motors as they moved the slave into whatever position her Master wanted her, made Kath’s heart pound with masochistic excitement. She knew that the machine was set so that it couldn’t damage a slave, but even so
,
the smooth, mechanical, unfeeling nature of it made her feel utterly subsumed by his dominance. And it was comforting, coming as it did after actually being spoken to by him and given such unsettling news. But if being unchipped meant that in future she would
feel
only
pain when she was beaten,
so long as she served Clive Mostyn, it
would be worth it.

Clive felt she had taken the news well enough and was looking forward to seeing what would happen when she and the black girl were unchipped, he guessed that nothing much would alter, after all they had been knocked into shape in the arenas before being chipped. Still it was another milestone along the way towards a proper slave owning society. They would all have to learn what to do with slaves after they were released or were retired. But for now he had to
put these thoughts behind him and
meet with a variety of spooks and find out what they had learned about the wretched Suarez girl.

They mingled and took drinks and snacks while everyone arrived and the welted slave screamed and cried as her exhausted body was driven to tormented
but
permitted orgasms from a flogger applied hard between her legs.

“Wouldn’t mind fucking that afterwards,
sir,
” one of them told Clive. “I’ve always found they give the best rides when they’ve been thrashed – and that one certainly has been thrashed!”

“By all means. I’ll have her put over the bench in the downstairs cloakroom when she’s taken a few more,” Clive said, watching the slave
try to
curl up and twist and writhe in
her rigid bondage
as lash after lash rained in on
her crotch. He was finding the idea of fucking such an experienced slave after her thrashing quite attractive as well, but ther
e
would be plenty of other opportunities, he told himself. It wasn’t as if she was going anywhere.

When the best entertainment value had been beaten out of the slave and her screams had died down to whimpers and her writhings had all but stopped, they got down to business. A semi-circle of
exquisite Regency
chairs had been drawn up to one side of the room and as they settled themselves the inert body of the slave was dragged out over the polished wood floor by its feet.

“Make sure she’s revived and put in the cloakroom,” he
called as the door closed
, then turned to his guests
. “Now what have we got?” he asked.

The answer turned out to be not a lot.

One agency had tailed Brian to Houston but had learned nothing of any use, apart from the fact that there was a very good pony ranch there.

Other agencies had put
undercover officers
in some of the arenas but all they could garner was that the owners knew nothing more about Sophie’s whereabouts than they themselves did.

“She landed at the airport and then she disappeared. And that’s all we know! If we tell the yanks they’ll be all over it like a
rash
because they want her just as badly as we do!” the head of the country’s most secretive agency summed up.

“On a wider note, the problem of the piracy of sDocks is getting serious, we had to launch a cyber attack on
a company in the Far E
ast last week. The Chinese authorities are co-operating
though
and we’re planning a big raid next month,” another man put in
.

Clive stifled a yawn, it had been a long day, but despite the problems
,
the slave economy
was coming to life worldwide, a
nd
dealing with
it was becoming just another part of a normal day at the office.

It was long after midnight
when
he went to bed. The meeting had dragged on but everyone knew that until the Suarez girl was found and safely lodged somewhere in the UK, the rest of the business was small beer. Possession of her meant megabucks.

He had the black girl brought to him when he was in bed. During the evening he had had someone from Theraputics – the company that had developed the chips – drop round and remove hers. She was led in on a leash clipped to her tongue ring and once released stood where she was
,
quite placidly. Clive looked her over critically, her breasts were definitely a bit lower than the other one’s but then they were bigger. Her
outline was still pretty trim
however
, her
skin was still smooth and in particular she still sported the spectacular buttocks that made slaves of her ethnicity so highly valued.

“Look at me,” he ordered and she raised her dark eyes to his obediently.

“You know you’ve had your chip removed?”

After a moment a wide smile spread across her face and she nodded.

“Feel any different?”

Another pause then the smile again and a shake of the head.

“Fetch me the riding crop,” he told her and watched as she calmly went to the rack on the wall opposite the bottom of the four poster bed. She came back and knelt by the bed, holding the whip out to him across the palms of both her hands.

He had been lying naked on the bed gently stroking his stirring cock and he could see the woman’s eyes fixed on it as he sat up and swung his legs off the bed, so that he was sitting directly in front of her, his crotch at her face height.

He reached out and took the whip from her
then told her what he had had done to her lover over the afternoon and evening. She kept her eyes on his cock as he spoke and only a soft whimper of lust escaped her when he told her how
he had had her crotch whipped. When he had finished relating the other slave’s trials, he reached out with the whip and stroked it over the swells of her breasts, teasing the dark nipples into throbbing erection, then he lay back and put one foot up on the bed with his thighs wide apart.