Chapter 8
Arthur Skeffington had her by the end of August.
Clyde came to her one day with a tender look on his face.
"I'm going to sell you," he said. "Julie and I are taking a trip to Mexico and we need the money."
Laura cried at first. Then she decided what was happening was a verification of her position. If she was really a slave then it was perfectly reasonable that Clyde should be able to sell her. The more she thought about it, the more she came to believe the idea was reasonable.
And so one day she packed up a valise with clothes and Clyde drove her to Arthur Skeffington's mansion.
"He's the most powerful man in the county," Clyde said. "Nobody ever does anything without permission from Arthur Skeffington."
The mansion was a huge white house set high up on a hill. Skeffington was a thin middle-aged man with rimless eyeglasses and a tight humorless mouth. Laura later learned he had started out as a lawyer and made his fortune in politics.
When Clyde introduced her, Skeffington nodded without cracking a smile. Laura found herself on a leather sofa in a room filled with law books. Clyde had a private conversation with Skeffington and left almost immediately afterward.
Skeffington finally came to sit down opposite her in a large chair. He stared at her a long time before he spoke.
"You're very lovely," he said. Then he added: "At least what I can see. Do you mind?"
When Laura realized she was now supposed to remove her clothes, she blushed furiously.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Skeffington said. "Unless those clothes are deceiving, I don't think you should have anything to hide.
She was wearing a softly gathered skirt and an off-the-shoulder blouse. She was aware of his eyes on her breasts. He gave her an encouraging nod. Rising up, she began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Slowly," he said. "Never be casual about taking off your clothes. It's like unwrapping a pretty package. The more time it takes, the greater the effect."
When she finally slipped off the blouse, she avoided his eyes. Standing self-consciously at ease with her hands clasped behind her back, Laura pushed out her chest to show the thrust of her tits against the bra. Then she unhooked the bra and slowly slipped it off, dropping the cups only at the last moment.
"That's better," Skeffington said. "The way you did that was coquettish. That's the way it's done. Can you get the nipples hard? I'd like to see the full effect."
Blushing again, Laura moved her hands up to her tits and began fingering her nipples. The excitement of exhibiting herself like this brought flutters to her pussy, and now that she was playing with her nipples she knew she would get wet.
Rising, Skeffington approached her and pulled her fingers away.
"Perfect," he said. "They come out nicely, don't they?"
Extending a hand, he casually cupped a palm under her right tit. Laura did no more than close her eyes. Skeffington bent his head down and took the long nipple between his teeth. He tugged it, released it, and straightened up.
"Lovely," he said. "They're irresistible. You ought to rouge them a bit. Just the tips. When you have nipples like these, they should be emphasized."
Using the balls of his fingertips, he stroked the wet nipple until Laura drew in her breath with a hiss. He gave a final pinch to the trembling nipple and stepped back.
"And now let's see the rest of you."
When she dropped the skirt, he circled her with appraising eyes.
"I want you in stockings and a garter belt," he said. "I know they're a bother, but they're much more attractive. And sexy shoes with thin high heels. You have marvelous legs and the heels will set them off. Otherwise, keep everything as it is. Demure and very low-key. Not too much makeup and a natural hair style."
When she finally stripped off her pantyhose and panties, he asked her to turn slowly.
"Nice," he said.
She was conscious of the swaying of her tits and the erection of her long nipples. Her cunt was dripping juice down the insides of her thighs.
"Walk across the room and come back," he said.
She walked to the other side of the large room, showing him the vibrations of her ass cheeks, the sway of her hips, the movement of her long thighs. She paused briefly at one of the tall windows and started back. From the front it was all bobbing tits, long dark nipples, and the hairless pussy under her belly.
He motioned her to approach him. He was sitting in the chair once again. She stood before him, her pussy only inches from his face. Using both hands, he pulled her cunt-mound up over her pubic bone and split open the meaty lips. He stared at the pink and red a moment and then dropped his hands.
"Kneel in front of the sofa," he said. "You can rest your head on the cushion. Keep your ass up and your legs open."
She was totally exposed. He was sitting behind her and she knew he had a perfect view of her cunt and asshole.
"Put your hands on your ass and spread the cheeks," he said.
A shiver ran up her spine, a rush of lust and excitement. She moved her hands back to her ass and pried herself open.
"Now listen to me," he said. "Whenever you're in this room and not doing anything else, this is the way I want you. If you're wearing clothes, you pull your dress up to your waist. You're never to wear panties. Your ass is never to be covered, except by a dress. But when you get down in this position you pull your dress up and you open your ass with your hands. Sometimes I might have a guest in the room. It doesn't matter. You take this position whenever you're told."
He leaned forward, extended a hand, and ran his fingers over the globes of her ass and then into the crack. She felt a fingertip on the rim of her asshole pressing and demanding entrance. At the instant the puckered hole relaxed he slipped the finger inside, wriggled it, then pulled it out.
"That's all," he said. "You can stand up and cover yourself."
A moment later he called in a large beefy man wearing a dark suit. Laura learned the man's name was Baxter.
"This is Laura," Skeffington said. "She's to have the attic bedroom."
Baxter nodded. He led her out of the room and up three flights of stairs to the attic. The bedroom was more pleasant than she'd hoped for. The furniture was nice and the bed looked comfortable. After Baxter left, she was delighted to discover there was even an attached bathroom.
She took a hot bath. The interview with Skeffington had aroused her sexually and she lay back in the water and fingered her cunt and clitoris until she had an orgasm.
After the bath she decided to get dressed again in something frilly. She remembered Skeffington's instructions: garter belt, stockings, and no panties. Not exactly the uniform of an unmarried thirty-year-old librarian! And shoes with thin high heels. The idea was to have her always costumed in a way to remind her of what she was, to have her cunt and ass always available. A warm glow of pleasure suffused her body. No matter that the pleasure was mixed with uncertainty and fear. She was a sex slave, and now she belonged to Arthur Skeffington. It was all so strange. Skeffington was strange. The house was strange.
Soon after she finished dressing, someone knocked on the door. It was Baxter.
"Mr. Skeffington would like you in the library," he said.
Baxter's face was impassive and she had no idea what he thought of her. She followed him downstairs, deciding he was a cross between a gorilla and a bear. His large hairy hands sent shivers up her spine.
In the library Skeffington was sitting at a desk talking on the telephone. He turned his swivel chair to face her and pointed at his crotch. There was no uncertainly about what he wanted.
Blushing, Laura knelt down between his legs, pulled down the zipper of his fly, and pulled out his half-erect cock.
This part of him, at least, had no mystery. It was a cock like any other cock, although maybe better looking than most. He was circumcised and the head of his cock had a nice shape.
Wetting her lips with her tongue, she sucked the knob into her mouth.
He quickly became hard. She slid a hand down to the base of his cock and drew more and more of the shaft into her mouth until it felt as though she had half his cock down her throat. She could feel the spongy head throb against her tongue as she gently scraped her teeth over the skin. She scooped his balls out of his pants so that they hung outside resting on her palm. She sucked his cock with an insistent rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, her saliva dripping out of her mouth, flowing over the shaft. Before long she could feel the tightening of his balls that heralded the beginning of his orgasm. She gorged herself on his cock, taking him deeper into her throat.
When he finally came, she was taken by surprise. He made no sound, he continued talking on the telephone, and the only indication of his orgasm was the sudden spurting of hot cum on her palate.
She continued sucking him until his cock was soft and cleaned of any traces of gism. Then she stuffed his cock and balls back into his pants and pulled up the zipper of his fly.
He at last finished his telephone conversation. He looked at her without any expression on his face. She knew what he wanted. Moving to the sofa, she knelt down on the floor and rested her head and shoulders on the cushion. Reaching down with her hands, she pulled her dress up to her waist to expose her ass.
Skeffington was silent a long time. Finally he spoke.
"You do your cock-sucking in a great hurry," he said. "You do it as if you can't wait to get it over with. From now on you take your time and get yourself into it."
He came up behind her, pressed the heel of his palm in the gulch between her ass cheeks, and squeezed three fingers into her cunt hole.
She gasped and moaned.
"I have a wife," he said. "She may want to use you from time to time. She has my permission. But each time you must come to me beforehand and tell me. Is that clear?"
"Yes," Laura said.
"Clyde said he stretched your ass. How did he do it."
"With a carrot."
"Not very ladylike, was it."
"No."
"How long was the carrot in there."
"About a day."
"You need more of it, but we'll find something better than a carrot. You're still a little too tight there. It's a problem getting it just right, but we can solve it."
As if to emphasize his meaning, he pushed his thumb into her asshole. With three fingers in her cunt and a thumb in her asshole, she had to close her eyes to cope with the exquisite sensation. Moving his hand until she groaned, he then pulled his fingers out to leave both holes gaping.
"I'm going to call Baxter in and have him fuck you in the ass," he said. "He's big so it will hurt you. But it should help you remember what I said about your cock-sucking. You really need to work on that."
Trembling with uncertainty and fear, she remained kneeling and exposed. Minutes passed. Then she heard a wheezing sound behind her and she knew Baxter was there.
The first touch of his hands on her body caused her to moan. He ran his beefy, sweaty palms along her sides and over her back and then down to her ass, to finally cup and squeeze the cheeks.
Then she felt the warm head of his cock in the crack of her ass. There was no way to tell how big he was. By the time he moved his cockhead to her asshole, she imagined him to be of monstrous proportions.
Using her muscles, she pushed out and opened her asshole. A grunt of approval came from Baxter and he began forcing his cock into her body.
He was huge. He was bigger than Clyde. His massive cock pushed into her ass, stretching the hot tube of her rectum into new dimensions.
She sobbed and begged him to stop. "You're too big!" The pain was so intense she felt herself on the verge of fainting.
But it waxed and waned. Each time the pain reached a point where she thought she couldn't stand it any more, a moment later it subsided.
He kept on pushing his cock into her ass. The length of his cock seemed endless. At last she felt his belly and balls pressed up against her and she knew she had him, she had all of him. Her body was impaled by a mammoth pole. She rolled her eyes and wailed.
When at last he began ramming her, it was too much. Crying out with a hoarse, bleating sound, she fainted.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself sprawled on the rug and Skeffington sitting in a chair looking down at her.
"You need cleaning up," he said. "Use the bathroom over there."
There was a small bathroom attached to the library. She could feel Baxter's gism oozing out of her asshole. After cleaning up her crotch, she fixed her face and checked her clothes. Her nylons were miraculously intact. Aside from the burning sensation in her asshole, she felt fine.
When she returned to Skeffington, he told her to sit on the sofa.
"How's your ass?" he said.
She blushed. "It hurts."
"Of course it hurts. Any bleeding?"
"No."
"Baxter is going to have your ass at least once a day until you get stretched. After that you won't be bothered by him any more, unless you misbehave. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said.
"Did he turn you on at all?"
"Very little," she said. "I don't like him."
"But you had some pleasure when you had his cock in your ass. It was easy enough to tell."
"Yes.'
"How do you feel now? Are you turned-on?"
"Yes."
"Wet?"
"I don't know."
His eyes glittered. "Let's have a look," he said.
She pulled her dress back over her thighs and opened her legs. Avoiding his eyes, she moved a hand down over her belly and slid her fingers into the groove of her cunt.
"Are you wet?"
"Yes," she said.
"Make yourself come," he said. "I'd like to watch you have an orgasm."
Her fingers probing, she opened her cunt and showed him the inside. She held herself open with two fingers of her left hand and she put the middle finger of her right hand on the shaft of her clitoris.
She was on stage. She knew exactly what she looked like: a centerfold beaver shot in a girlie magazine. Laura Seldon, Miss June. But she felt like something more significant than that. She felt like an ancient courtesan in the process of enticing a powerful prince. Her cunt was dripping like a faucet. She had never in her life been so turned-on to a sexual scene. Skeffington did not exist anymore; he had been changed into an oriental prince.
She knew she would have an easy orgasm. With a shiver of anticipation, she began the churning of her fingers that would lead to her climax.