Maggie and the Master (18 page)

The man led her upstairs, keeping ahead of her so that the lead stayed taut between them. On one of the landings he knocked on an ornate door, and waited for permission to enter.

‘Come in,' called a muffled voice, and Maggie took a deep breath to try and steady her nerves. Oddly enough, in some ways it reminded her of her first encounter with Max. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all…

‘Well, well, just look who we have here,' gloated a familiar voice, and Maggie froze in horror, her worst fears - the ones she'd been trying hard to suppress - confirmed. ‘Fancy meeting you here.'

Simon Faraday was lounging on a leather sofa, a glass of wine in his hand. Another man stood by the fireplace leering at her, both of them looking the worse for drink.

Simon beckoned her closer. ‘I genuinely had no idea until I saw you up on the dais that you were involved in our little club,' he said. ‘I must be slipping. I knew Max had a new slave in his stable, but I had no idea it could be you. Small world, isn't it, eh Maggie?'

Maggie kept her eyes firmly fixed to the floor as the man who'd delivered her to the suite unlocked her wrists and tucked the lead between her lips.

‘Nothing to say for yourself?' Simon taunted. ‘My, my, my, isn't that something? I think this is the quietest I've ever known you. Now strip, I want to see again what's on offer. One fumbled fuck on the bathroom floor hardly counts as a fair appraisal.'

Maggie was quite unable to move, and then she heard another familiar voice. ‘You know better than to behave like this, young lady,' said Max Jordan, and she glanced round in astonishment to see him sitting in the window seat sipping a glass of champagne. She almost cried with relief, even though his expression was stern. ‘Don't keep my associate waiting.'

Reluctantly, feeling somewhat betrayed, she unfastened the suspenders from the stockings and peeled down the corset. Simon nodded his approval, indicated she should turn around, and Maggie did so, aware of his eyes crawling over her flesh.

Putting down his wine, rising and stepping closer, he smiled. Maggie waited, and then without warning he reached out and snagged his fingers in her hair, pulling her close, kissing her aggressively. ‘I'm going to make you wish you'd been more cooperative with me,' he threatened ominously. ‘We all know that Max spends a long time getting the best out of his girls, a mixture of cruelty and kindness pushing the limits. Let's see just how far you've come, shall we? And if you're really lucky, well, who knows what tomorrow might bring? I could do with a new slave.'

He sniggered and dragged her through into the adjoining bedroom, where he threw her on the bed, slightly knocking the wind out of her. His silent companion followed them in and closed the bedroom door, separating her from Max.

She gasped for breath. ‘Don't hurt me, Simon,' she pleaded miserably. ‘I'll do whatever you want, I promise.'

‘Oh, I know you will, it's just a shame you didn't think of that earlier.' He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tight until she gasped with pain. A part of her believed that any moment now Max would come in and rescue, but realistically she knew he wouldn't. But nevertheless his presence meant that Simon wouldn't go too far, she was sure of that, and retribution would be milder than he might inflict if left to his own devices.

‘Get on the bed and lie on your front,' he ordered. ‘I'm going to show you just who is the real master around here.'

She did as she was told, trembling as Simon and his unknown friend bound her hand and foot, tying her down spread-eagled on the brocade quilt. Then Maggie heard something cut the air and screamed in shock as a cat-o'-nine tails exploded across her buttocks.

‘Shall I gag her?' asked his companion, his tone sinister.

‘No, no,' Simon stopped him. ‘I like to hear her scream.'

Maggie's body convulsed as he struck again, the spiteful leather fronds wrapping around the soft flesh of her thighs and flanks. There was no mercy and she cried out again and again as the cat found its mark. At last he was done and untied her, pulled her up onto all fours and without ceremony fed his throbbing cock deep into her cunt; an act of glorious conquest.

Maggie was too tired and too shocked to resist him. He pulled her back against his groin, thrusting deeper and deeper, and then he bucked twice and filled her with his seed. Then rolling to the side onto his back pulled her down to him, smiling as he stroked her hair away from her tearstained face.

‘I think my friend has need of you now,' he said. ‘And then I'm going to roll you over and lick your little cunt until you scream for me to stop. You need to get used to my friend and the things we both like. I intend to bid for you at the auction, so just think, by this time tomorrow you could be all mine.'

As Maggie tried to absorb the enormity of what she'd been fearful of hearing, she felt the other man clamber onto the bed behind her. He slipped his fingers into her wet sex, and then smeared Simon's sperm and her juices up over the tightly puckered closure of her bottom, and she gasped as he probed with his cock and eased it into her tight rear passage.

Beneath her Simon smiled victoriously, and then got up onto his knees, and holding the back of her head he pressed his flaccid cock to her mouth. ‘I want you to clean me up now, bitch,' he ordered. ‘Just like Max taught you. Suck me, and who knows, by the time my friend here is finished with you I might be ready to fuck you again myself.

Chapter Thirteen

When Simon and his quiet friend were done with Maggie, Max Jordan clipped her lead on and took her back to his suite. Although she was sore and tired, as soon as the doors were closed behind them she felt the tension easing, but it seemed her ordeal was not quite over.

Max slid his belt from the loops of his trousers. ‘I'm very disappointed with you, Maggie,' he said, folding the belt in two.

She was about to protest, but knew it was pointless and would make things worse, not better.

‘I thought you understood the first rule a good slave learns is total obedience?'

She nodded, but he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that he was looking deep into her eyes. ‘It's not good enough, my dear. You know better than to nod. What is the first rule a good slave learns?'

‘Obedience, master,' she said, gasping as he jerked her head back further still.

‘And trust? Haven't I told you that I will always look after you?'

‘But what if Simon buys me at auction tomorrow?' she protested, oblivious now of the punishment she might incur for speaking without permission.

Max snorted and shook his head. ‘Relax, Maggie, Simon isn't the only one with friends in high places.'

‘But he managed to get me taken to his room tonight.'

Max smiled knowingly. ‘Indeed he did, my dear. And how do you think he did that?'

Her eyes widened in terrible comprehension. ‘You?' she gasped. ‘You arranged for Simon to have me?' If this had been a test then Maggie knew she had failed miserably. ‘I'm so sorry,' she whispered meekly.

‘You know that slaves aren't allowed to be sorry; it implies they have self-will. So now you have to beg forgiveness, young lady.'

She looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears. ‘Please, master,' she whispered, ‘forgive me, please.'

Max stroked her face. ‘You are very special to me, Maggie, but you know the rules. Get on your hands and knees.'

She did, trembling furiously, but even so she had a sense of relief; with Max she did understand the rules, she knew exactly what was expected and against all the odds she did trust him implicitly - it was the rest of the world she doubted.

Max ran a hand over her bottom as if to settle her. Then Maggie heard the belt cutting through the still air, heard the gasp, felt the red-hot glow of pain as it spread through her body, fused with the sense of well-being, of coming home, of being safe.

The belt found the mark again, this time she shrieked and as she did Max hit her harder and then harder still, on and on until she was lost in the overpowering sensations.

When he was done Maggie heard the belt drop to the floor, heard the sound of his zipper and an instant later the drive of his raging cock sinking into her sex, and then she cried out in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure as he pressed fully into her. She threw back her head and cried out his name, sobbing with pure delight as he drove into her again and again.

While Max fucked her, cruelly forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, Maggie moved with him, hungrily desperately. For all the world it felt to her as if he was claiming back what, at least until tomorrow, was his.

Hours later Maggie woke in Max's bed, curled up in his arms, his hand cupping her breast, his breath warm and reassuring on the back of her neck. For a moment or two she felt at perfect peace, until her mind cleared and she realised that today was the day of the auction.

What if Max was wrong? What if Simon somehow managed to buy her after all? What if some unknown buyer stepped in? What would her life become without Max Jordan?

She closed her eyes, praying for sleep to reclaim her but her stirring had disturbed Max. For the last time she turned slowly in his arms and wriggled down the bed, he turned sleepily to allow her to move and then gently she drew his flaccid cock into her mouth.

It was bliss, he was soft and warm, the skin of his sleeping cock like silk against her tongue and yet still with the promise of more. Slowly, very slowly he began to harden at the same time as stirring into wakefulness. Max moaned with pleasure as she stoked his balls, paying special attention to the sensitive area between them and his anus. He murmured, opening his legs to give her greater access. Eagerly she licked up over his shaft, and when he was powerfully rigid she eased onto her side, pulled one leg up, and still warm from sleep and barely conscious he guided his cock into her from behind, her body opening to him like a blossoming flower.

He thrust deeper, groaning softly as her body welcomed him. ‘That feels good,' he whispered, voice still thick with sleep. ‘I'm going to miss you, Maggie,' he mumbled, and inched deeper still. Maggie shivered as he pulled her hips back to him, his desire increasing with consciousness. As he began to find his rhythm she struggled to hold back the tears. After a few moments he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, still joined, so that she was on her back, lying on him. ‘Touch yourself, Maggie,' he whispered, moving her fingers over her clit while still easing in and out of her.

Her body hummed as her fingers echoed in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. She began to gasp for breath, feeling her sex tighten around his thick shaft, driving them both forward into oblivion.

A while later, showered and perfumed and exquisitely made-up, Maggie followed Max down into to the ballroom, dressed in a black silk basque, seamed black silk stockings and high heels. The basque, a final present from Max, emphasised her narrow waist and rounded hips, the suspenders framing her naked sex. She knew it was a look he favoured.

Max walked slowly down the stairs and into the melee in the large room, letting the gathered purchasers take a long hard look at his prize possession. Maggie kept her eyes down at the floor as they made their way amongst them, three paces behind him wearing her collar and leash. He led her backstage where a line of girls was already waiting in silence, their eyes wide with trepidation and nerves.

Max smiled and stroked her cheek. ‘If ever you need me,' he said, ‘simply give me a ring. You still have the mobile I gave you?'

Maggie nodded, unable to find the words she longed to say.

‘Good,' he said. ‘Well, in that case I have to leave you now.'

‘Leave?' she echoed timorously, and as she spoke the man who'd delivered her to Simon the day before pulled her into line, unfastened her collar and handed it back to Max. ‘W-what do you mean, leave?' she stammered as the man slipped another plain leather band around her throat. ‘You didn't say anything about leaving.'

‘You really must learn to be quiet, Maggie, it's going to get you into so much trouble,' Max said, taking the collar the old man offered him. ‘I've business to see to back in town. But don't worry, Guido will be here to keep an eye on you.'

Guido? Maggie felt faint. ‘But…' she began, and then stopped. What was there left to say? He kissed her cheek, the kiss as chaste as one given by an ageing uncle to a favourite niece. ‘Good luck, my little one,' he said. ‘Ring me if you need to.'

At least he didn't say goodbye, but Max Jordan turned and was gone. Maggie felt terribly alone, but immediately the man handcuffed her hands behind her back, and before she could protest he dragged her across the stage and added her to the line of girls waiting to be led to the block. At the head of the queue were two tall blonde women, dressed in black studded leather bra and shorts, and who led each lot out onto the stage to the auction proper. As the curtain rose and fell Maggie caught a glimpse of the buyers standing in the main hall.

As an Asian girl made her way up onto the block, Maggie caught sight of Mike and Kay standing amongst the onlookers, and behind them Simon Faraday, programme in hand.

Slowly, inexorably, the queue of lots shuffled forward, the air heavy with perfume. Maggie's stomach began to churn and she wished for the all the world there was somewhere to hide, somewhere to run to. Simon, she knew, was just as dogged as Max but without his worldly sophistication might play dirtier. And what about Guido? Although Max had said he was merely there to keep an eye on her, hadn't he said he might try and buy her too? The first slave in a new master's stable. Guido hadn't any of Max's surety and was cruel by contrast.

After what seemed like an eternity the two leather-clad women took charge of Maggie. She could feel her heart beating in her chest and felt sick and faint as the curtains parted. She could see Mike looking her up and down and studying the catalogue, and momentarily she caught Simon's eye. He grinned with all the warmth of a basking shark.

‘Lot twenty-five,' announced the auctioneer. ‘Slave Maggie trained by Max Jordan. Good breasts.' One of the women cupped her soft tits in her hands and tweaked the nipple erect while her twin sucked the other, Maggie blushing furiously. ‘Good and tight…' he reported, and one of the women slipped a leather-clad finger deep into her sex, Maggie gasping as the woman's thumb brushed her clitoris. ‘Very responsive,' the auctioneer continued. ‘Who wouldn't be delighted to find a nice little bitch like this tied to the end of their bed every morning?' There was ripple of laugher as the man picked up his gavel ‘Turn around,' he said to Maggie, indicating the required movement with his hand.

Blushing furiously she turned slowly under the watchful gaze of countless pairs of eyes, and when her back was to them the auctioneer said, ‘Bend over and hold the frame.' She did as she was told, at which point one of the leather-clad women spread her legs and pulled apart her buttocks to reveal both her sex and the tight puckering of her anus. The woman then slipped a finger back into her sex to murmurs of approval from the audience.

‘And so, what am I bid for lot twenty-five?' asked the auctioneer, tapping his gavel on the desk. ‘Who will start the bidding? You sir?'

Maggie, glancing back over her shoulder, saw Simon raise a hand and heard him make an opening bid. Slowly she closed her eyes, praying for a miracle.

Max picked up his mobile to take the call.

‘She's just gone up onto the block,' Guido reported.

‘Good,' said Max, and glanced out of the window at the rolling countryside. ‘It shouldn't be long now then. I take it there's much interest in her.'

‘Like bees round a honeypot,' the disembodied voice confirmed. ‘I'll ring you when the sale is over, shall I, sir?'

‘Yes, fine,' Max said thoughtfully, and then before he could hang up he added, ‘just wait a minute, Guido.'

Up on the block Maggie tried hard to blank out the stream of rising numbers, tried hard to blank out the sounds of the voices calling their bids. It was all too much. She felt dizzy and sick, the room was hot and noisy, the bidders, although not boisterous or crude, where hungry and excited. From the corner of her eye she could see Guido watching her with avid interest.

Meanwhile the last man left bidding against Simon pulled out. ‘So, going once… going twice…' called the auctioneer, lifting the gavel. Maggie froze… and then above the murmur of the onlookers she heard Guido add another two hundred pounds to the previous bid.

Maggie relaxed a little, but still had mixed feelings; a relief that at least Simon Faraday had some competition, but anxiety too. Did she want to be owned by Max's driver? Would he be any better than Faraday? Surely he wouldn't really buy her? She had no idea what he did when not in Max's service, but could he afford her? What would her life be like with Guido?

Simon upped the price again, a glint in his eyes and determination giving his voice a real edge.

Guido added another two hundred, at which point Simon looked round in total disgust. A hush fell in the room as the onlookers began to realise that there was a real battle of wills going on.

‘The bid is against you, sir,' the auctioneer said to Simon.

‘I know that,' Simon snapped angrily, and added another two hundred.

The auctioneer raised his eyebrows at Guido, inviting another bid, and Guido nodded and added two hundred more, and this time Simon threw up his hands in disappointment.

‘No slave is worth that,' he growled, and turning his back on the stage stalked furiously out of the auction room.

Maggie didn't know whether to laugh of cry. Had Guido really bought her? The price was ridiculous. One of the ushers helped her down from the stage and then led her away to a backroom to await collection. A few minutes later Guido walked in, then passed a docket to the man keeping watch over the newly bought lots.

‘You had better be worth the money, that's all I can say,' grumbled Guido, snapping the lead taut and taking her back out into the entrance hall.

‘Where are we going?' asked Maggie, anxiously hurrying along behind him as he led her through the old house. Her mind was racing.

Guido looked back over his shoulder and snapped the leash tight ‘Quiet!' he ordered. ‘You know the rules.'

Maggie shuddered; hadn't Max told her that her mouth would get her into trouble? But there was still something she needed to know, however much it cost her.

‘Are you my new master?' she dared to ask.

Guido swung round and pulled her too him, kissing her hard as he cupped her sex. Maggie closed her eyes, submitting totally to his touch. After all, what was the point in resisting, wasn't this exactly what Max had prepared her for, and surely better to be owned by Guido than Simon?

Guido pulled back and smiled at her, almost as if he could sense her finally conceding the fight and giving in. Maggie realised just how much she was going to miss Max. Had Guido finished his training now, too? And if he hadn't and continued to work for Max… she tried to imagine being owned by the servant of the man who trained her. Although at the very least she would perhaps see Max, it would be sweet torture to be with Guido and to watch her true master training another slave.

‘Where to now?' she asked, unable to keep the sense of resignation out of her voice.