Maid Service (18 page)

“He'll be pissed off alright, but we have to have furniture. Leave it to me.”

“Thank you. I knew I could rely on you. Shall we join the ladies … well, sluts …”

“Slaves,” Master Jacobaeus said emphatically.

Noises could be heard from the dungeon even as they went downstairs, feminine squeals and cries of mixed delight and pain. The entire basement had been converted into one large, open room supported by solid pillars with a cast iron spiral staircase leading down from the ground floor. Everything was either red, black, silver or mirrored, creating what Peter considered a somewhat garish effect. The one discordant note in the chromatic scale came from a litter of turquoise blue underwear on the floor beside a great leather padded wheel. A girl had been fixed to the wheel, naked and upside down, her ash-blond hair brushing the floor. In front of her stood Michelle, holding a single-tailed whip of plaited leather, and Red, who had a black ostrich feather, which she used to tickle the helpless girl between her thighs.

“Very inventive,” Peter remarked as the bound girl began to babble.

“Please, Master, make them stop! I'm going to wet myself, I swear … and anyway, it's my turn!”

“If you wet yourself, Slave Blue, you'll be mopping it up,” Master Jacobaeus replied casually. “In fact … turn her the right way up, girls.”

Red hurried to obey as Michelle stood to one side.

“Something cool and refreshing,” Master Jacobaeus seemed to muse to himself. “Yes, strawberry I think … Red!” he called, “mix a pitcher of strawberry cordial. Nice and sweet, just the way Blue likes it.”

As they waited, Master Jacobaeus kissed and fondled Blue, his touch oscillating from loving to lewd and back again.

Red returned quickly with the pitcher, and Master Jacobaeus tipped the spout to the bound girl's lips. She drank, swallowing down the cool, sweet liquid as best she could despite the growing look of consternation on her face. Peter sat down, watching as Blue was made to drink half of all the liquid in the pitcher, then more, with her expression of self-pity growing ever stronger, until at last she began to beg.

“No more, please, Master. I can't take it … I …”

“Shut up,” Master Jacobaeus instructed, cutting her off. “Stop whining and do as you're told, or maybe I'll give you to Master Peter instead of Red. You do know what he likes to do to girls, don't you? He likes to spank them and sodomize them, treatment that might just help to teach you manners.”

“Sorry, Master,” Blue answered, throwing a nervous glance towards Peter.

Peter found himself smiling as the girl was made to drink the remainder of the pitcher, leaving her belly visibly distended and her eyes wide and pleading. He'd seen her before, at various clubs, always on a chain held by Master Jacobaeus and always in blue, but he'd never had a chance to play with her or seen anything done to her. Red had been around longer and he'd twice had the opportunity to spank her, but nothing more, although her figure tempted possibilities only really practical in relative privacy. Signaling her, her patted his lap.

She came to sit down, smiling as she settled her full, fleshy bottom onto his knee. Peter immediately slipped her breasts free of her corset, supporting each for a moment so that he could marvel at their delectable weight, then stroking his thumb across her nipples to bring them erect. Master Jacobaeus had turned away from Blue, grinning as he spoke.

“I take it you prefer Red then?”

“Both have their charms,” Peter replied. “But if Blue's going to be made to wet herself, it seems sensible to have something to play with while I watch.”

Master Jacobaeus nodded and turned back to the wheel, quickly adjusting it so that Blue was once more upside down before turning his attention back to Michelle.

“You, Candy Doll, are holding a whip. Hardly appropriate, don't you think, for a slave? Give it to me and stick out your bottom.”

Michelle quickly obeyed, looking both nervous and excited as she passed him the whip before lifting her dress and offering her bottom out to Master Jacobaeus.

“I see you have her well trained,” he remarked to Peter and lashed the whip out to catch Michelle across her outthrust cheeks, hard enough to leave her wide-eyed and gasping. Peter silently praised her for keeping her dress high, rather than pulling it down in defense of her wounded flesh.

“Strip off, darling,” Peter advised. “It will make it easier for him.”

Michelle hastened to obey, peeling her dress off over her head and kicking her shoes aside to leave her stark naked save for her collar. Master Jacobaeus waited until she was ready before handing her the ostrich feather Red had been using before.

“This is how it works,” he began. “You tickle her. I whip you. When she wets herself, the whipping stops. If you must give up, you will go in her place. Got that?”

“Yes, Master,” Michelle answered, and gave a sharp, pig-like squeal as the whip cracked across her thighs.

“You belong to Master Peter. I am Master Jacobaeus. Do not forget that.”

“No, Master Jacobaeus. Sorry, Master Jacobaeus.”

Peter was smiling as he watched, amused and aroused both by Master Jacobaeus and the state of confusion he'd gotten Michelle into. He'd also been fondling Red's breasts all the while, enjoying their sheer size as much as her low moans of appreciation. Both her nipples now stuck out proudly, as big and as firm as a pair of raspberries, also much the same shape. He took one between his teeth, biting gently as he watched the game that had begun at the wheel.

Michelle had adopted a purposefully vulnerable pose, with her feet set wide apart and her bottom pushed out to the whip as she used the feather on Blue's thighs and belly, midriff and breasts. Master Jacobaeus, meanwhile, deployed the whip with both skill and accuracy, flicking, cutting, stroking, to mark her pale flesh with neatly placed welts, both long and short. She couldn't help but react, gasping and treading up and down on her feet as the pain rose. While her attempts to tickle Blue grew ever more desperate, until Peter was sure she would cry for mercy and end up strapped to the wheel herself.

Blue had been squirming and giggling since the first touch of the ostrich feather to the sensitive skin between her thighs, but she didn't seem to be getting any worse, while Michelle squeaks and pained little hops had been getting ever more urgent, until she'd begun to tremble and could barely use the feather. Peter had even started to feel sorry for her, until she suddenly sank to both knees, discarded the feather, and dug her wriggling fingers into the flesh of Blue's torso to tickle far more forcefully, with instantaneous results. Blue screamed, jerked, and a great gush erupted from her cunt, high in the air, to splash down on her own body and all over Michelle just as the whip cracked one more time.

Michelle's mouth fell open as she cried out in pain, just in time to receive Blue's gush, full force and then some, into her face and in her hair, over her breasts and down her belly, before she finally managed to jerk back. Peter was laughing so hard he could barely keep his seat, Red too, while Michelle was trying not to giggle even as she stood up, utterly drenched. Blue seemed too far gone to notice, gasping out her emotion as liquid continued to burble from her and run down her body, soiling her belly and breasts and neck, to drip from her hair and form a rapidly expanding puddle on the concrete floor. Master Jacobaeus had reacted fast, stepping away the instant Blue gave in. But he hadn't quite reacted fast enough, leaving his immaculate black boots spotted with drops from the edge of the splash zone. Folding his arms across his chest, he pointed to his feet.

“Clean them, Candy Doll.”

Michelle made a face and glanced towards Peter, but she quickly got down on all fours in front of the big man. Extending her tongue, she began to lick the speckles of liquid from his boots, dabbing up each spot separately. He responded by trailing the whip over her already welted bottom and applying the occasional little flick, until finally she looked up, questioning but apparently not daring to speak.

“That will do,” he said and nodded to Blue. “Get her down, clean her up, and yourself, then get back here.”

“I'll start, if I may?” Peter stated, already easing Red to the floor.

“Be my guest,” Master Jacobaeus responded.

“Are you going to do it up my bottom?” Red asked.

“Not today,” Peter told her. “I have better uses for you. Or, to be more exact, you have better uses. Which isn't to say you don't have a beautiful bottom, but even I can't resist the charms of your breasts.”

She giggled and held them up, making an inviting furrow of her cleavage as Peter released his cock.

“In your mouth first,” he instructed, “and no playing with your pussy until I'm done with you.”

“Yes, Master Peter,” Red answered, and her mouth closed obediently around his penis.

He sat back, watching her as she sucked, her huge eyes turned up to his as though watching for his approval, her breasts in her hands as she played with her nipples. She was in the same position Michelle favored after a spanking, with her knees apart and her ass pushed out to improve the view for him and for anybody else who happened to see, and—he also knew—to make herself feel more vulnerable. Her position was very pleasing, making him wish he'd spanked her first. His cock was already growing hard in her mouth and the urge to fuck her breasts was as strong as ever, but he couldn't possibly deny himself the opportunity to abuse her succulent bottom.

“Up,” he ordered. “Over my knee.”

She made a face but quickly crawled into position, presenting her backside. He lost no time, peeling the little red panties off her ample cheeks and setting about them with sharp, stinging slaps. She'd soon began to kick and wriggle, rubbing herself on his erection, which kept him nicely stiff as he spanked her, stopping only when Michelle and Blue came back into the room. Both were still stark naked save for towels wrapped around their wet hair like turbans, creating a curious effect as they went down on their knees in front of Master Jacobaeus. Peter let a hand slip between Red's thighs, absently fiddling with her cunt and asshole as he watched, wondering if Master Jacobaeus really warranted the nickname Karen had given him of Jake the Peg.

Peter did not need to wonder for much longer, as the two girls reached into Master Jacobaeus' leather trousers. The man's cock was a monstrous, rubbery thing with a shaft as thick as a girl's wrist and a fat, fleshy foreskin. Michelle swallowed as she saw what she was going to have to suck and perhaps take in her cunt or even in her ass. But she did not let her apprehension get the better of her, and she'd quickly taken him into her mouth, sucking gamely as Blue licked as his equally monstrous balls. He had been waiting for them, seated with his legs spread wide, the whip still in his hand. As they worked on him, he began to use the whip once more, flicking casually at their bottoms and backs.

Peter turned back to Red, happy to let Master Jacobaeus enjoy his girlfriend as long as the favor was being returned. He'd now given her full cheeks a nice pink flush, while the gooey state of her cunt left no doubt that this act had aroused her as much as it had him. With his cock in urgent need of attention, he eased her to the floor once more, took her by the hair, and fucked her mouth for only a moment before settling his erection between her breasts. She crawled a little closer, holding up the plump pillows of flesh and squeezing them close around his shaft so that the bulb of his cock bobbed up and down between as he fucked her silken cleavage.

Her flesh felt warm and soft, and the view of her huge breasts wrapped around his erection was pure delight, but he wasn't getting the friction her needed to come. She seemed to sense his problem and reacted quickly, moving her head down with her lips pursed, so that every thrust pushed the tip of his cock into her tight little mouth, as if he was penetrating a small but well lubricated anus again and again.

“That's good,” he sighed. “So tight … tight like your little asshole … so good to fuck, and your tits … so big … so … fucking … big!”

The orgasm came suddenly, welling up inside him to explode in his head just as his jism exploded in her mouth, then into her face as she pulled suddenly back. Still he came, all over her breasts to make a hot, slippery tube of her cleavage as his pulses subsided, and again her mouth was on him, taking him deep to swallow as much as she could of his final flow. He sat back, leaving her face and chest smeared with cum as she rocked back on her heels, her cunt spread wide as she began to play with herself, deliberately showing off.

Peter watched, enjoying the state she was in and her uninhibited excitement as she masturbated with one hand and used to other to rub his cum over her face and breasts, deliberately soiling herself. Keen to help, he reached out to take her by the hair, forcing her down and cramming his still stiff member back into her mouth. She sucked even more eagerly than before, her bottom trembling with the motion of her fingers as she rubbed at her clit, faster and faster still until at last she came with her mouth full of cock. He kept his fist twisted tight in her hair until she'd finished, before finally releasing her to clean up in the bathroom.

Across the room, Michelle was being put through her paces with a vengeance. Mounted up on Master Jacobaeus' lap, the mouth of her cunt was plainly visible, straining wide around his monstrous shaft, with her thighs and bottom spread wide in Blue's face. He was fucking her slowly, allowing Blue to run her tongue all the way up his penis, right from his balls to Michelle's anus, over and over again, pausing only to kiss at her Master's great, bulbous sack or to probe her playmate's asshole. She was masturbating as she licked and she came first, with her Master's balls in her mouth and Michelle's bottom slapping in her face as she hit one convulsive peak and then a second, only to return to licking as if nothing had happened.