Bound for Glory (14 page)

“Up until a few months ago when the new chip came in, we’d start your training with several days at the whipping posts until you got fully acquainted with the lash, but now we bring you sluts in here and.....well you’ll see! You, Lady Muck! Over here and sit on the floor!”

Mentally resigning herself to the nickname, she did as she was told and he kicked her legs apart. One of the guards started to buckle soft leather restraints to her ankles, there was a rattle of chains and another man began to attach the ankle cuffs to them. At first she was just interested in what they were doing, for two days she had had nothing but masturbation to keep her going and now she was quite ready for anything any man wanted to do to her – or so she thought. She registered that the chains were anchored in the ceiling and began to be alarmed.

“Take her up!” Holroyd called, confirming her worst fears. Over at the far side of the room a man pushed a button on a control panel and suddenly motors whirred, the chains tightened and with a wail of despair, Anna was dragged across the floor and then up off it until she hung head down, her legs spread wide apart.

“Don’t look so posh now, does she?” Holroyd said happily, coming to stand by her head which hung level with his crotch. “You, Sam! Get the fat blonde hung up too!”

Anna ‘s arms had been hanging down towards the floor but now her wrist cuffs were joined and then fastened to another chain which was anchored to the floor. She was stretched out upside down and could feel exactly how widely spread her legs were and how vulnerable her vulva was between her spread thighs. She was helpless to stop herself from trying to close her thighs and blushed with embarrassment as she heard Holroyd laugh.

“Oh no you don’t Milady! You’re hung up there to get your cunt whipped, good and proper!”

To Anna’s horrified, upside down gaze, Holroyd dangled the long, leather tails of a flogger before her face. Desperately she wriggled and thrashed in her chains, making them jangle and rattle.

“Christ! She does look beautiful like that,” another man said from behind her. The comment seemed to enrage Holroyd.

“Fuck that! She’s just a twat same as the others! Don’t you go getting all dewy eyed over having some bloody ex-model in here. She’ll earn her bloody keep or I’ll see she’s sold on so bloody fast her feet won’t touch the ground!”

“Okay, Boss!” the other man replied. “Don’t worry, she won’t get no special treatment from any of us – apart from specially hard!”

Holroyd allowed himself a wry laugh. “Aye! Well you can do that all you want so long as she isn’t damaged.” Then with no warning he struck.

The lashes fell fully along the slit of her sex and then down her buttock cleft to the coccyx and they bit cruelly at all the tender flesh they encountered. Given no warning, Anna screamed and writhed in her chains again. Holroyd gave her no time and struck down to right and left, scoring the soft skin of her inner thighs. Once more she heaved and screamed and jerked at her chains.

He bent down to look into her wide, frightened eyes. “Don’t fret. You’ll be coming after a few more of them,” he told her and went straight back to work.

After another three lashes that repeated the pattern of the first three, Anna was amazed that she was still conscious and unharmed, just stinging like mad at her groin, her anus and her thighs. Holroyd began again and just before she began screaming she heard Tracey begin a few feet to her left and together the girls filled the room with the jangling of chains and their screams as the whips smacked down onto them.

Holroyd stopped but the other man went on and as Anna hung panting she could hear the beating going on beside her. Holroyd’s grinning face swam into focus before her.

“Nice sound, isn’t it?” he said and then straightened up to strike again, and this time he kept on after the initial three strikes. Anna threw herself about in her bondage, her mind refusing to accept that she couldn’t escape the indignity of what was happening to her. But once Holroyd kept up the beating, she changed. Suddenly it wasn’t an indignity it was the most blatantly sexual thing she had ever experienced and immediately, under the heat and sting of the lash as it caressed her wide open sexflesh, she felt the heat of arousal and the whip’s pain was her friend. Holroyd would be getting a huge hard on from whipping her wide open cunt, and even he wouldn’t be able to resist her after this. She groaned in pleasure as an especially hard lash, delivered from a few inches further away let the ends of the tails bite at her anus and the next one hit her vagina.

“That’s better, you whore!” Holroyd told her and she realised that she had opened up at last and was helplessly responding to the lash once again. He stopped again briefly but only to take a bit of time to maul and squeeze her breasts before he went back to whipping her. And now Anna’s chains were no longer rattling in her attempts to escape, now she was writhing in the build-up to orgasm.

But Holroyd was ready for that.

He stopped the whip and instead as Anna watched him, the blood now pounding in her head, he opened his trousers and pulled out what she had so fervently hoped he would; a furiously aroused cock. So he wasn’t immune to her body! she told herself as he moved closer to her and aimed it at her lips. She watched the polished, gleaming purple dome come closer and closer. It was a big one, she couldn’t deny it. She let it touch her lips and by moving her head from side to side, caressed it with them before she opened up just enough for him to slide it between her carefully furled lips, but she made a wall of her tongue and flicked at his cock with her new ring, guiding it into the slit and tugging it along so he could feel the steel. She heard him give a sigh of pleasure and triumphantly she let him slide in until he was lodged at the back of her mouth. In this position she couldn’t stimulate the sensitive spot on the underside of the cock, so all she could do was open her throat, swallow him down and let him take his time. She was about to do that when she felt the handle of the whip lodge at her vaginal entrance and then slide down into her. She tried to cry out in delight but with her mouth stuffed with cock, nothing except a gagged moan came out. He chose that moment to ram himself home and plunge the whip haft downwards. Anna’s world exploded. She was totally at the mercy of a man who was penetrating her twice over and cared not a jot for how impossible it was for her to cope with the orgasm that now swamped her and to cope with his penetrations as well. All she could do was thrash about in her chains while coloured lights went off in her head and she swallowed and choked and gurgled around the erupting cock in her mouth while the whip reamed and ravished her. Then suddenly it was over and she hung, gasping and spitting and swallowing in the aftermath and when her eyes cleared the Asian girl was being pushed towards her. To Anna’s incredulity, the men had plans for more of this treatment. The Asian girl was positioned so that her groin was thrust directly into Anna’s hanging face, while her face was shoved down into Anna’s wrenched wide and flogged cunt. She felt the girl’s hands curl gently around her buttocks as she responded to the command to begin licking her cunt out. The very first touch to her sensitised clitoris brought Anna’s face up and into close contact with the dusky lipped vulva of the other girl. Thankful now for her earlier initiations into lesbian sex, Anna could relax and enjoy the scent and taste of the girl, rich and musky, her juices sliding smoothly over her questing tongue as she herself began to climb towards yet another explosive orgasm. When it hit, it arrived at about the same time the Asian girl climaxed and the bodies, locked in their vertical sixty-nine shook and writhed with passion as the men began to whip them both on their shuddering and trembling backs. Anna could hardly register what was happening as the result was so devastating that she was only able to scream her way from peak to peak of climax, snatching the occasional lick at the flooding cunt that ground itself shamelessly and urgently against her bruised lips, drenching her face in its outpourings. It was by far the strongest orgasm yet. Somehow the whips scalding and goading them on to perform for the men had served to take things up to a whole new level.

And when Anna and Tracey had been taken down, still shuddering and gasping, the other two girls were strung up and they were put through the whole process again. Anna found that staring down at the Asian girl as she hung with her legs pulled wide open was the most exciting thing she had ever done. Her eyes feasted on the twin creases of vulva and buttock between the shapely thighs and her hands gently explored the curves of the vulnerable buttocks themselves. Eagerly she awaited the order to begin licking the wide open cunt in front of her and also she longed to hear and feel the whip land on those buttocks and for it to sting the girl’s back so that her head was driven up into her own cunt.

They were half carried back to their cells when the men had finished with them, each girl being treated to a fuck over a whipping bench and then dragged out with no chance to recover. But the lesson was taken to heart by Anna. For some reason the whip and the pleasures of sex were now firmly joined in her mind – whether it was courtesy of the chip or her own innate masochism – it didn’t matter. It was very real for her, and she suspected for the others too, so maybe it was all down to the chip. But she couldn’t have cared less either way. She recognised that the men held the key to delivering the most ecstatic pleasure a girl could hope to experience and she knew now that the Proteus stable had acquired four new, adoring and loyal slavegirls.

Chapter Ten

Anna blinked blearily and woke up to the full horror of her predicament. Every muscle screamed its protest but almost no movement was possible and what little she was capable of only made the chains clink and echo. She was hung in the yokes in one of the pits.

Maybe today – if it was day at all, they would release her. She had no idea how long she had suffered there, nor how much longer she would have to. Despite her resolve never to be sent to the pits, she had landed there on the very first day she had been released from the holding cell.

She had been taken to her assigned quarters at the end of the day’s training and had been led straight from her cell to the door and pushed in as the girls relaxed for an hour before lock down and after their evening meal. The long, low-ceilinged room, was lined with simple iron beds, there were toilets and showers at the end near where the door was and steam was billowing from them as Anna looked around her. It seemed to her as though there were hundreds of naked women all regarding her with cool interest. Not exactly with hostility but not exactly brimming over with good will either.

She thought the only thing she could do was walk nervously along the lines of beds until she found one that had her number on it. She now bore the number 112 on the outside of her right thigh, on her stomach and across her shoulders. She found the bed which had the same number, but it had been scrawled across a hastily erased earlier number. On the next bed sat a black haired girl whose eyes were red from weeping and Anna realised what had happened. On some of the other beds, relaxation in the shape of passionate couplings was taking place, naked arms, legs and torsos entwined and writhed and no one took any notice at all. Clearly relationships among the slaves were tolerated and it looked as though she was replacing a slave that had been sold on and her lover was still missing her.

Anna sat down on the bed, facing the girl and tried to smile. But with no warning at all the girl came up like a whirlwind, fists flailing and took Anna backwards, over the bed and onto the floor, then under the next bed as she tried to stem the furious tide of punching and clawing. Somehow she got a handful of hair and pulled the girl’s head back, then to the side and managed to wriggle out from beneath her then get on top. Just like back in the hotel room, her rage at the injustice and unfairness of it all was carrying her way beyond rational thought and lending her that same strength she had experienced before. She rolled on top of the screaming girl and began to rain punches down on her; girly, roundhouse ones but effective enough. Dimly she realised that they had rolled into the main aisle and every girl in the barrack was gathered around, shouting them on with wordless yells. The girl didn’t let the punches slow her however and reached up to grab Anna’s nipples and twist. Anna had never envisaged such a tactic and screamed in agony, then fatally reached up to loosen the grip the girl had. Immediately she was able to sit up and push Anna backwards with a strength that she was only later to realise the training would produce in her too, and once again Anna was underneath her opponent, who now brought a knee up between Anna’s wriggling and widespread thighs. She screamed and twisted but to her horror as she turned her back to try and get her knees under her, she felt the girl’s hand slide between her legs, the thumb tried to ram into her anus while the fingers slid easily up into her vagina. She catapulted herself forwards and rolled onto her back once more, glad that her anal virginity had saved her from the double penetration, then she bent her legs up and kicked out as the girl tried to swarm over her again. She took the kick full in the breasts and was thrown back, giving Anna time to get to her feet and dive onto her as she gasped in shocked pain. Anna grabbed the hair again and was about to piston down businesslike, damaging punches when the men burst in. CCTV cameras were in every corner of the barracks, she learned.

Panting and trembling in anger and exhaustion the two girls maintained their tableau as the others scattered to their beds and Holroyd stalked down the aisle, a grim smile on his face.

“Didn’t take you long, did it Milady?” he said sardonically and turned to one of the others. “Sling them both in the pits till further notice!”

Since then she had discovered that they were let out of the yokes for several hours a day to eat and to use the soil bucket but then they would be put back for agonising hours in the pit itself. Sometimes men would come and swing the beam that supported the chain, forwards and shorten it so that her head and shoulders were above the lip and at the front. Then they would wank, or have some of the girls they brought with them, wank them, until she was dripping in spunk. Then they would swing her back and leave her. Sometimes the girls they brought would squat in front of her, giving her a superb close up view of their cunts, making her moan in longing to taste them. Then they would drag up on their clitoral hoods and squirt their pee over her. And the men just relieved themselves over her whenever they felt like it.

And yet in the few hours when she wasn’t chained in the yoke frame, she masturbated without hesitation and without any shame at all. She really was becoming a creature of pure sex, and even degradation turned her on.

Her reflections were interrupted by the door opening and Holroyd’s bulky frame entering her cell. He hunkered down and she squinted up at him.

“I’ve watched the fight and you didn’t do badly, Lady Muck. That one you were up against can handle herself ok, but if we hadn’t got there when we did, I think you’d have given her a good spanking. ‘Course I had to keep discipline but I’m letting you both out now, we’ve got a games coming up in a few weeks and I want you fit and ready.”

He stood up and hauled on the chain until she hung clear of the lip of the pit and then swung the beam forward until she could be lowered to the ground. He unbolted the ends of both yokes and freed her then ordered her to kneel up. Anna hurriedly brushed her filthy hair back from her face, hoping against hope that the next order would be to suck his cock. She was ready, eager and would be grateful. She sighed with relief as she watched his hands open his trousers and pull out the handsome and rock hard cock that she had only once had the pleasure of servicing. She leaned forwards and opened her mouth wide to receive him in as gently as she could, letting him slide to the back of her mouth and remain there for a few seconds. She longed to be able to reach out and hold his thighs to steady herself and to allow her to move back and forth on his cock to give him all the pleasure she could, but she knew how filthy she was and resisted the temptation, just holding still and letting him make the next move. She was rewarded by the sound of latex gloves being snapped on and he deigned to clasp his hands in her hair to help her provide a good face fuck, without getting her filth on him. He thrust into her with brutal strength but she was ready and was able to swallow him; proud of how far she had come along in the arts of fellation. When she had been free, sucking a cock was simply to encourage one to provide her with more vaginal pleasure, but now it meant far more than that. It was the expression of how much she accepted a man’s mastery of her body, the primacy of his pleasure above hers.

Anna Chatham, once model and socialite; now a naked, violated and filthy slave, gave her trainer a blow job that fetched roars of delight from him as he erupted in her throat and to her own astonishment as the thick ejaculate spurted smoothly into her, she came as well.

From that time on, it seemed as though she had passed some kind of test in Holroyd’s eyes. He was as hard on her as on all his girls, but the Lady Muck nickname was rarely used by him.

Clive Mostyn was aware that the Prime Minister rarely invited cabinet colleagues to his private country retreat and was honoured that he had been invited on this glorious late summer weekend. Dandy kept a fine stable of pony girls and the pleasure of bowling along around his extensive gardens behind the rolling buttocks of the ponies had to some extent dispelled the anxiety that he felt about why he had been invited. All had not gone to plan since that weekend at The Lodge and now they needed to adjust their strategy.

It was mid-morning on a Saturday and the sun was already warm as the two traps rumbled along on the tarmac paths that threaded the grounds, they trotted through the patches of shade shed by giant cedars and Wellingtonian pines that dotted the immaculate lawns. The grass was being rolled by a heavy roller, drawn by a team of four girls with their arms spread and tied to a long yoke. A gardener came behind with his whip and faintly his cries of encouragement and the crack of the lash drifted over as a gentle breeze stirred the air. They had come down from town late the previous night and Dandy had said that they would address business issues in the morning and instead they had enjoyed a leisurely supper before each picking a girl to take to bed. Idly Clive wondered if anyone had been up to his room to untie the girl he had left tied spreadeagled to his bed. She had lain there all night and provided a comfortable combination of pillow and instant fuck during the hours of darkness. When the maid had brought his tea in the morning, she had also provided the pleasant service of licking his balls while he had slowly and sleepily fucked the maid whilst lying on top of her. The new chip had rendered pretty well all slaves as eagerly compliant as his own Kath – who was now undergoing tests involving a new generation of chip, at some lab, somewhere or other.

At last Dandy steered back towards the house and Clive followed. They arrived at a stone terrace that ran across the front of the old house. The ponies were halted, already sweating and slavering around their bits, trails of saliva hanging down onto their bound and gleaming breasts. Their reins were passed over their heads and tied to the stone balustrade at the front of the terrace and the men went up the shallow steps and took seats at a small table just outside the French windows that led into the morning room. Another maid was waiting to serve them coffee. Like other ones that Dandy had purchased for domestic service they wore the silver torc, but his maids also wore the briefest of black pinafore dresses, trimmed with white lace and with bodices that left their shoulders and most of their breasts naked, and flouncy skirts that finished barely below crotch level. It was a similar costume to the traditional French maid’s uniform and Clive agreed with Dandy that it was suitable apparel for a domestic slave to wear.

“Of course, it’s only since that bloody marvellous chip was brought in, old boy, that you can equip your house in complete confidence with any piece that catches your eye!” he had told Clive on many occasions recently, and it had certainly revolutionised the whole process of slave owning in a few short months. Dandy himself had gone on a spending spree – admitting to his parliamentary allowance of two slaves, but in fact employing a discreet army of accountants to claim for about twenty, as far as Clive could make out. Still the old boy was standing down soon and it wouldn’t matter too much. But it was the succession that concerned both men as they took their seats and Clive summoned the maid to come and stand beside him so he could toy with her buttocks, thighs and cunt while he listened to Dandy, who had got up and was striding up and down the terrace.

“We got our timing all to cock!” he was saying. “And Andrews outflanked us, Clive, old thing! Outflanked us!”

He had done that alright, and no one knew it better than Clive. Andrews had speared him on prime time TV. The plan had been to release the chip under the auspices of the Home Office so that Clive would take all the credit. That had gone to plan; the revenues from the sale of slaves who were now being rounded up in ever-increasing numbers and made ‘useful’ had made a significant impact on the country’s economy, while pacifying still further the inner cities. The remedial prisons had been shut down with further savings and the improved performance of slavegirls had led to increased demand and soaring downloads from arena websites – again the government had taken a small but significant tax income. Clive Mostyn’s popularity had skyrocketed.

But it looked now as though they had moved too soon. Dandy had announced his intention to resign some months later, mid-term, and the tedious procedures to select a new party leader and thus Prime Minister had only just begun to kick in. In the meantime Andrews had used the opportunity to alter his stance on slave owning and the arenas. On a Friday night politics show, it had been Clive and Dandy’s intention to announce a Games, sponsored by the party, at the Northern Stars arena, at which Clive’s team; the Proteus stable, the nearest to his constituency, would take on that stable, which was closest to Andrews’ constituency. The intention had been to strengthen the Proteans to make them unbeatable. They had hoped that he would have no choice but to accept the challenge. Instead he had revealed how he had used his worldwide connections developed through being Foreign Secretary by refusing the challenge but instead had announced that from his own purse he would be paying to hold a Games in Wales a couple of weeks earlier and that free tickets were now available. He sincerely regretted not being able to change his plans this late on, he said, but felt the public would appreciate his desire to welcome them to a Games that would not cost the tax-payer a single penny and which would usher in his campaign to lead them to a great and affluent future. He was bringing to these shores, he said, for the very first time one of the most famous teams in the world, one of the original stables that had pioneered the whole movement. He was bringing Conor Brien’s legendary Blues to take on the Red Dragons.

“The only thing we can do is announce that the Games we’re holding at the Northern Stars is entirely at your own expense of course!” Dandy said, making Clive choke and have to interrupt his exploration of the maid’s beautifully welcoming vagina.

“Oh, don’t worry, old boy!” Dandy said, turning at the sound of Clive’s distress. “Andrews will have gone deep in hock to Conor Brien and his cronies, believe me. They’ll get their payday if he wins the election. No, we’ll pull in all our contacts in the arenas too and get contributions, they want you as Prime Minister, lad! They want the certainty of your continuing loyalty to the arenas and to slave owning. Andrews may look like he’s a convert but my guess is he’ll bankrupt the country if he has to, in order to get out of debt to Brien and then he’ll start rowing back on all our legislation. We can put together a consortium that will accept your pledge to continue the good work you’ve started as collateral.”