Maid to Order (23 page)

‘Carry on,’ I sighed. ‘Make me come!’

‘Uh, uh!’ he chuckled. ‘Oh no you don’t. Into the corner with you, young lady, and keep those hands on your head and off that sloppy little cunt of yours.’

He’d helped me to my feet as he spoke, leaving me with no option to do as I was told, going to the corner to stand with my bare red bum on display and my hands on my head. That didn’t stop me watching the spanking though, or fantasising about what I was going to get; although whatever they did to me it couldn’t be as bad as what Amber was already suffering. The Tradesman had finished with her and had simply passed her on to the next man, not even bothering to ask her opinion. She was too far gone to resist, meekly draping herself across his lap and sticking her bottom up for his attention.

I was surprised she’d given in so easily, but I remembered what Mel had said about her needing an excuse to show her submissive side. It seemed to be true, but there was no mistaking the misery and shame in her face as she was dealt with, despite her obvious excitement. She was crying too, for all that her pussy was juicing nicely, making me want to rescue her, to bury my face between her beautiful big cheeks and lick her better, and to spank her myself.

Not that I was likely to get my turn for a quite a while. They really set to work on her punishment, every one of them determined to get his fill of her lovely bum and to show off to the rest. Before long she’d been made to take off her boots and jodhpurs, but they left her with her panties in order to add to her humiliation. They were pulled up and down, knotted around her ankles, taken right off, stuck in her mouth, put back on again, pulled up tight between her cheeks, pulled down again, and finally stuck up her pussy by Monty Hartle, and all the while with her bottom being spanked and spanked and spanked.

Her tits had been out for quite a while before Monty got to her, but he was the one who took her bra and blouse off, to leave her nude with just a wisp of damp white cotton showing between her thighs where she’d been stuffed. By then she barely seemed to know what she was doing, unsteady on her feet. And after Fat Jeff had spanked her and put a finger up her bum, she was crawling on all fours from man to man with her cunt on display, the hole stuffed with her wadded panties.

The game continued, girl after girl obliged to go over the knee; Penny and Annabelle and Harmony and the others, bottoms bared and smacked, one by one until at last it was my turn again. Mel chose for me and I got Lucius, who made me straddle his lap with my bum to the room so that my pussy was spread over the bulge of his cock while he spanked me. I’d have happily let him fuck me, in front of all of them, and I was left wanting more, far more. But most of all, I wanted to be the centre of attention.

Amber was maybe two-thirds of the way through her punishment, rolled up on a table in nappy changing position, which has to be the most humiliating way to spank a girl there is – nothing hidden at all, and ideal for any man who wants to slip a cock in once she’s done. I didn’t know the man who was spanking her, and I don’t think she did, but her mouth was open in ecstasy and she was masturbating as he slapped at her cheeks. Mel was watching, her face alight with cruel pleasure, and paying no attention at all to the table with the hat on it. Nor was Morris, busy roasting Penny’s bottom on the far side of the room, and the opportunity was too good to resist.

Nobody even noticed what I was doing, much less tried to stop me. I reached the hat just as Amber came, gasping and sobbing her way through an orgasm with tears streaming down her face, even as she rubbed her cunt and wriggled in pleasure for the smacks being applied to her bottom. Everybody was watching, even Morris, who looked well pleased and was fingering Penny’s bumhole in a casual fashion as he watched Amber disgrace herself. It even took them a moment to realise what was going on when I spoke up. ‘Hey, look. All these pieces of paper say Amber. Melody cheated!’

I had to repeat myself, a lot louder, before they really began to take notice. Heads began to turn, one by one, including Morris’s. His finger was still up Penny’s bottom, but his expression changed from amusement to annoyance. The last person to notice was the man spanking Amber, so that for a few seconds the only sound in the room was the slap of his hand on her cheeks and her soft, panting responses. When he stopped there was absolute silence. Every other pair of eyes in the room fixed on me; my own met the full glare of Melody’s fury.

‘You cheated, Mel,’ I insisted. ‘You ought to be passed around, not Amber.’

‘Oh, you think so do you?’ she answered, indifferent to the justice of my accusation.

‘Yes,’ I managed, digging myself in deeper. ‘You should, and not just for spanking either. A good caning from Amber would do you the world of good. Then ... then you can suck Mr Enos off in front of everybody.’

‘Good idea,’ Mr Enos agreed, but he was the only one who spoke up.

Melody was shaking her head slowly from side to side as she began to walk forward, and from the look in her eyes I knew that unless the others held her back physically, I was for it; maybe even for what she’d threatened earlier. I panicked and ran, out of the door and across reception, followed by her bellow of rage and Fat Jeff’s gleeful, high-pitched yell.

‘Game on, boys!’

I went through the door at full speed, sprinting across the car park and up the hill, but without the slightest idea of where I was going, because the truth was that I didn’t want to escape. My panic was already giving way to that weird mixture of fear and excitement that drives my need. I wanted to be caught and to get what was coming to me, from the Razorback boys, from Morris and Mel, and from Karay. Maybe I didn’t have my mask and tail on, but the hunt was for real and I knew there’d be no mercy. I didn’t expect any, but if they wanted me they were going to have to catch me first.

When I finally risked a glance behind me it was to find my pursuers spilling out from the hotel. A few were coming for me, a hundred yards or more down the slope, but most had stopped to get their gear, and were clustered around the Razorback Jeep or Morris’s car. I ran on, heedless of the rules, taking the bank where I ought to have stopped, before bursting out onto the open downs with my legs burning and my lungs feeling as if they were about to burst. Another hundred yards and I turned again, to find Annabelle coming over the bank, stark naked. The others were still someway behind.

For a moment I thought they might have put her out for extra sport, but she was coming right at me and she looked determined. I made for the clumps of thorn and bramble inland of the cliff, dodging among them in the hope she’d loose sight of me and wishing my dress wasn’t quite such a brilliant scarlet. Twice I thought I’d lost her, and twice she got a sight of me, calling out to the others that I was headed up the valley. I was cursing her as I ran, and she was gaining too, just yards behind me as I reached the fence that divided the public land from the fields.

It was barbed wire, four strands high, but the fence posts were thick and strong. I vaulted, clean and easy until my dress snagged, tearing wide and spilling me into the lush grass. A squelch and a sudden earthy reek told me that wasn’t all I’d gone in, adding a dress covered in cowpat to my worries, but I didn’t dare stop. Annabelle was right behind me but lost her nerve at the fence. I was laughing as I sprinted away across the field, only to stop dead in my tracks as I realised why she’d backed off, and it wasn’t because she was in the nude, or scared of catching herself on the barbed wire.

The mess I’d gone in wasn’t a cowpat, not exactly a cowpat, at least to judge what was swinging between the hind legs of the huge, reddish brown animal in front of me; not an udder, but a truly gigantic pair of testicles. Even as I realised it was a bull I heard Annabelle’s voice from behind me.

‘Come on, big boy, how about some nice fresh grass?’

She was holding it out in one hand as she called to the bull, which had noticed, his huge head turning slowly to look at us out of great brown eyes. I ran, not towards Annabelle, but down the field, praying that bulls really were colour blind and that the stories about them going for red weren’t true. Behind me I could hear her laughter, then the bellow of the bull and she’d changed her tune, urging me to run. I didn’t need telling and I was suddenly certain that bulls could not only see red, but that it drove them wild as well. My dress was off in seconds, leaving me in nothing but shoes and panties as I fled on, making the gate at the bottom of the field and hurling myself across it before I dared look back.

The bull was with Annabelle, munching contentedly on the grass she was feeding it, while my dress lay halfway between us, a limp, dirty rag showing red against the green of the grass. I yelled out to tell her she was a mad bitch, at which she gave the bull a pat on his head and disappeared among the bushes. She would be coming for me, I was sure, either that or she’d gone back to tell the others where I was. If I moved towards the cliffs they’d get me. I was in a country lane in nothing but my shoes and big white panties, but not big enough to conceal the fact that I’d recently been spanked.

I was still panting for breath as I tried to work out what they’d do, but it wasn’t obvious. Morris was an old hand at hunting girls, and the Razorback boys spent their free time playing war games. They’d break the rules, now that I had, and they were better dressed for a chase as well as not having to bother about being seen. Not that I really care who sees me topless; that and my speed were my only advantages. So I made for the main road, cautious, but intending to wait until there were no cars visible, before sprinting to where I could get back into the other side of the hotel grounds.

Nobody saw me, leaving me smiling for the thrill of my streak as I once more returned to safe ground. It was only a couple of hundred yards to the hotel, and I could have come in the back and rejoined those who’d stayed inside, so that when the frustrated hunters finally returned they’d find me happily bent over the knee of one of their less adventurous fellows. The only problem was Melody, who’d then have free rein to do with me as she pleased, whereas if the Razorback boys caught me she’d have to wait her turn. Not that I’d escape either way, but at least I’d get fucked first, which would make her treatment easier to take.

I decided to keep running and turned up the hill past my chalet. From a safe spot among the trees I could see the opposite hillside, with the tiny figures of the hunters spread out in a long line, presumably hoping to flush me out from among the bushes. I couldn’t help but laugh, and decided to be really cheeky by nipping into my chalet to change into jeans and a long-sleeved top, pushing open the door to have my wrist taken in an iron grip.

‘Hello, Jemima,’ Mr Morozov chuckled. ‘You are ready for Karay, I hope?’

As he caught me, he’d twisted a cord around my wrist and in seconds he’d got both tied behind my back, taking advantage of my surprise as much as his greater strength. I didn’t even manage to answer his question, or say anything beyond a squeak of surprise until he’d got me tied off and pushed me into a sitting position on the bed.

‘Are you ready for Karay?’ he repeated.

I nodded weakly, wondering if he was going to tie me into a crawling position again so I could be fucked from behind, or so he could try some different perversion; perhaps with his cock fed up my bum as I lay helpless on my back.

‘Good,’ he said. ‘So then, I must call the others, just as they promised to call me should you be caught up on the down. I knew you would come here though, and so I must surely deserve you first?’

He’d unzipped as he spoke, to flop his cock and balls out of his trousers. Two steps forward and he was in front of me, his legs braced either side of my knees as he pushed himself at my face. ‘Suck it, Jemima.’

I didn’t need telling. I let my mouth open and fill with thick, heavy cock, then began sucking eagerly. He began to toss into my mouth, squeezing his balls and tugging on his shaft, already swelling. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of being tied and helpless while I sucked my captor’s penis – my fear and excitement soaring for what was coming to me over the next hour or more.

He was hard in no time, and as merciless as ever, fucking my throat to make me gag and wiping his slimy cock in my face, pinching my tits and pulling my hair, squeezing my jaw and slapping my face until I was hot and dizzy with sensation. When he came he was very deliberate about it, pinching my cheeks to force me to hold my mouth open, then spunking on to my tongue, in my face and hair next, before finally ramming his cock as deep as it would go down my gullet to finish off in my throat. I was left gasping, with a mixture of spunk and snot hanging from my nose and chin, my face and mouth badly soiled. He pulled off my panties to clean his cock and left me lying on the bed as he phoned Morris, assuring him that I’d be ready and waiting in the area behind the chalets.

‘Up,’ he demanded, and lifted me to my feet. ‘Now stand still.’

I waited, not daring to run and knowing I’d be caught in seconds even if I tried, as he took a heavy duty dog lead and collar from the bag he’d concealed behind my bed. The collar was studded brown leather, old and smelling faintly of dog; making my nose wrinkle as I was put into it and led from my chalet. All I could do was follow him as we walked around to the area of grass where I was to meet my fate, and obey orders as he got me ready.

First I was made to kneel with my ankles well apart as he tied each off and fixed a bar between them to force me to keep them wide and my cunt available. Taking two big metal pegs from his bag, he drove one into the ground to either side of my feet and fixed my ankles to them. My hands were untied, then retied with me in a crawling position and with two more pegs hammered in to leave me completely helpless, in the nude, tied up and staked out for the use of my captors. Lastly he brought the chair out from my chalet, poured himself a glass of brandy, lit a cigar and sat back to watch in comfort as the rest of the hunt arrived.