Chapter 10
For the rest of the day, Debbi learned what it was to be a pampered darling, but a slave all the same. The three maids took her out and put her into a whirlpool bath. An hour later, Sylvie and Jo came back in, made her lie on a bench and massaged her from head to toe, taking the greatest care over her tits and ass where the red glow still lingered. The massage began to get Debbi all excited again, and Sylvie and Jo teased her, working soft cream into her tits until she moaned and thrust them up for more. Then they would stop and work on her ass until the same deep lust surged up in Debbi and she almost begged them to make her come.
But they had very clear instructions and weren't going to buck Simon any further. In fact, all three of the women were quite clearly scared, and somehow that added to Debbi's growing excitement.
Then Vera, Jo and Sylvie took her out and into a dressing room. It was late in the evening, and Debbi could hear the sounds of more guests arriving.
They dressed Debbi in a maid's uniform. First came the tiny, pussy-hugging panties. Then the bra which thrust her tits out and revealed Debbi's tight little nipples. The black stockings clasped her legs, revealing the luscious curves of her calves and thighs, and the short dress made the whole outfit even more alluring. Vera made her do the buttons up to the one directly between her tits and then fitted her with the short white apron, white cap and the elbow-length gloves. The six-inch heels were the last thing.
Debbi looked at herself in the mirror as Sylvie and Jo made her up and did her hair. The arousal that had been building in her all day was reaching fever pitch. She felt every touch of the panties on her pussy, and the top of the lacy bra rubbed at her nipples, making them stand out even harder.
For the first time she realized how beautiful she really was, with her blonde hair cascading onto her shoulders, with her wide-set eyes and her deep, sensuous mouth. She knew now why men wanted to fuck her, and she gasped with desire as she thought about it.
"This way!" snapped Vera, and Debbi started. She turned and walked obediently to the door. There Vera checked her, made sure her stockings were straight and the skirt lay right over her swelling hips. "Follow me."
With Sylvie and Jo behind, Debbi followed Vera down the corridor and into the room she had entered the night before. It now felt like a different life time and a different Debbi. Even in the dim light, she could see that the people were different from the ones that had humiliated and fucked her the night before. She didn't know whether to be pleased or upset by it.
"Ah, here they are," Simon said as he leaned back at the head of the table.
One of the other maids was taking his used plate away and sliding her hand up her thighs, taking the dress with it-and Debbi had a sudden pang of jealousy. She wanted Simon and she was going to get him. She wanted his huge cock for herself. She shuddered and was appalled at herself for such a thought.
"Stand there," Simon ordered and the four of them stood in the middle of the floor as they were, Vera to the front, Debbi in the middle and the other two behind. Very slowly, Simon got out of his chair and came over. He ran his eyes over them all, taking particular care with Debbi. He smiled slightly, but she lowered her head and blushed.
"Ladies and gentleman," Simon said very formally. "Tonight we have a new girl for you, but first I have to explain a few things." He turned and went over to Vera. "This was one of my most trusted slaves, but today I found her and these other two disobeying my specific instructions. I expect all of you to impress on the three of them that it will not happen again. You three, come forward."
Trembling, Vera, Jo and Sylvie walked forward and stood closer to the table.
"Take your dresses off," Simon said.
There was a murmur of lust from the twenty or so people around the table as the three women opened the buttons of their dresses and slowly stepped out of them. Simon made them strip until they had nothing else on but their stockings, high heels and gloves. He made them walk around the table and invited the guests to handle them as they liked to see which ones they would want when the orgy started.
Debbi kept her head down. She was blushing uncontrollably and every time one of the girls moaned or gasped at the rough handling from the guests, it made Debbi even hornier. Her pussy was flowing with juices, and she struggled to keep her head from spinning. She had to remember what she had been through and how dreadful all of this was. But the lust was getting worse until Debbi was moaning with desperate desire to be fucked-it didn't matter by who.
"Okay," said Simon. "The three of you go to the back. They're waiting for you there."
Vera, Sylvie and Jo looked scared and horny at the same time. They filed into the back and disappeared.
"Now," said Simon, "our new secretary. This is Debbi. Say hi to my guests, Debbi."
"Hi," Debbi whispered, keeping her head down.
"Show them your legs, Debbi," Simon said, coming closer to Debbi as she s:ood, trembling with fear and excitement on the thick carpet.
He stood behind her as she slid her hands down her thighs, over the silk dress until her fingers reached the hem. Debbi's head whirled as she slowly slid the dress up, revealing her stocking tops. Something in her was breaking loose and she couldn't stop it. She wanted to give them the best show she could, prove to them what a slut really was. She lowered the hem of the skirt again, teasing them, then eased it up, over the stockings, showing the creamy flesh of her thighs and the black suspenders outlined against them. Once more she stopped, just as the hem was reaching her pussy.
"Please, Simon," she whispered. "If I go any farther, I'll show them my panties. Should I do that?"
She posed coquettishly, her thighs spread.
"Go on," said Simon.
She spread her legs even farther and then gently lifted the hem of her dress until her panties were clearly revealed to all the guests. She heard the murmur of excitement and desire that ran around the table and it drove her to new heights of exhibitionism.
Looking at them all with large, lust-filled eyes, Debbi ran her hand down the front of her tiny briefs and slipped he fingers into the crack of her pussy.
"Please, master," she gasped to Simon. "My panties are all wet. I know that's very bad of me, but I can't help it."
Simon could hardly keep the lust out of his voice. "I think we'd better get a second opinion on that. Go to the table."
Debbi walked forward. She was losing her grip on reality. She didn't care anymore. It was all too exciting, and she was coming just thinking of what they wanted to do to her.
"Any of you who want to, check out the condition of her panties," said Simon.
Thrills of climax burst in Debbi's pussy as she stood in front of one of the men. He slowly slid his hand up her thighs and ran it into the hem of her panties. Debbi gasped with lust as he rolled her clit in his fingers.
"Yes," he said, "there's no doubt about it."
Debbi glanced down and saw the massive cock-bulge in his pants, and it was all she could do not to drop to her knees and grab for it. She moved to the next man. Most of them were men that night. There were only two or three women. The second man slid his fingers over the outside of her pussy-hugging briefs, but the effect on Debbi was the same, and so was his verdict.
"Yep," he said, "wetter than hell."
Debbi stood helplessly trembling with desire. Her hips beat to the pulse of the come she wanted to have and couldn't.
"The next one!" snapped Simon.
Debbi walked to the man sitting to her right and so it went on, right around the table until Debbi had been handled and fingered by all of them. By that time, she was shaking uncontrollably and she could hardly breathe. On Simon's command, she dropped her dress and waited while he came up to her. She sneaked a glance at him and gasped as she saw the long strands of the knotted leather cat in his hands.
How could she conceal it any longer?
She wanted to be whipped and fucked all night. She needed it. Simon had awakened lusts in her that she had never known existed, and now she had to satisfy them.
"Well," Simon said slowly, "that settles it. You're a very naughty girl, indeed."
"Oh, yes, master, yes, I'm sorry," Debbi gasped. "I've been a really bad girl, and I have to be punished. I know that."
"Open your dress and show my guests your tits," said Simon.
Debbi's hands were almost out of control as she plucked the buttons open to her waist and eased the dress open until they could see her tits in the quarter-cup, uplift bra.
"Should I take this off, master?" she asked, pulling one of the cups away from her tits.
"No," he said. "Go to that man there."
"Yes, sir," said Debbi as she let the bra pull back into place.
She almost moaned as she went to the man. He spread his legs and leaned back in the chair.
"Take my cock out," he said, "and don't bend your knees."
Debbi slowly bent at the waist, lifting her ass higher as her head went down. She opened her legs, knowing that all the people around the table were concentrating on her. It was the most wonderful moment as she reached out and took his zipper in her fingers. She could feel the huge bulge of his cock as she worked it down. Moaning and gasping, she opened the front of his pants and reached in. Just the feel of the rock-hard cock sent her into a fit of lust. She pulled it out and moaned at the wonderful nine inches of cockmeat she held.
"Oh please, please, let me suck it!" she gasped.
"Certainly," said the man. "But you have to be punished, so Simon will whip you until I come."
Debbi gave the most depraved groan of lust and sank her wicked little mouth over the throbbing head of his cock. The very feel of the hard, hot cock flesh in her mouth sent sudden flashes of higher climaxes rushing through her. Her lips opened as she sank her mouth farther until the bulbous head of the cock reached the back of her throat.
Her low, guttural moans rang out from around the stiff cockmeat as she worked her mouth up and down, and then she felt Simon slide her dress up until her ass in the tight panties showed.
What happened then sent a gasp of excitement through all the guests. With a deep scream of lust, Debbi sank the cock into her throat and her tongue licked out over the man's balls while her ass thrashed around, wantonly exposed to them all.
Her legs were spread, her thighs and calves stretched almost to their limits as Debbi waited, her mouth sucking and licking at the cock, but still nothing happened. Moaning, she worked her mouth back up the cock until just her lips played over the purplish flesh of the man's cockhead.
"Oh, please, Simon!" she gasped. "Please!"
"Yes?" he asked, and his voice alone sent a new surge of climax over Debbi.
"Please whip me ... punish me ... I was such a bad girl!" Debbi moaned, all her pride gone in the desperate need for pain to give her the satisfaction she needed. Her ass circled and tears ran down her face at her confession.
"Oooohhh, shit!" the man suddenly gasped. His cock swelled and heaved as the cum rushed forth. "The little whore's made me come!"
Debbi gurgled with delight as she felt the thick cockshaft pulsate. Ropes of thick cum gushed over her lips as the man heaved back in the chair.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" he bellowed. "Ohhh, fuck, she sucks cock like a real whore, Simon!"
His hips jerked as he poured his cum into Debbi's mouth and she licked it all up, letting gobs of it dribble over her lips before she flicked her tongue out and took them back in.
Still bent at the waist, her ass showing, her mouth around the cum-shooiing cock, Debbi gave long low groans of lust at the taste and feel of that wonderful jism that filled her mouth. She wanted to have every cock in that room shoot cum over her face and down her throat. She couldn't stop herself.
"Well, now," Simon said. "Nobody gave you permission to suck him off, did they?"
"Oh no, master, no, that was very bad of me," Debbi said, her legs trembling with horrible desire. "I promise I'll get him hard again, I promise, but punish me, pleeeease!"
She screamed with the desperate demands of her body. Her mouth was halfway down the man's cockshaft as the cat bit into her tight ass-cheeks. Debbi's ass jumped as the red stain appeared on her flesh, and her groan of lust rang out. Her ass thrust up for the next one and she swallowed the man's cock to his balls, her greedy little mouth ringing his prickshaft in a perfect circle. Simon leaned back and started whipping her ass hard and fast, the cat singing through the air and beating crimson lines of agony into the heaving flesh.
In a delirium of climax, Debbi sucked at the long hard cock. The man was already gasping and, if his cock had gone down at all under her skillful mouth, it was certainly up and hard again. Slowly she rammed the hard cockmeat into her throat, feeling it thrust and grow, sending more surges of wonderful orgasms through her. The whip urged her on and her shameless ass thrust up for it, faster and faster as her climaxes shattered and went on getting larger.
"Aaaahhhh, fuck!" the man moaned. "Where did you find this one, Simon? She's somethin' else! Fuck, I'm as hard as a fuckin' pole again!"
"Then stand up, Debbi," said Simon, laying the cat into her ass.
Debbi gave a guttural moan as she worked her mouth back up the long prick. She couldn't stop now, and she had to have more.
"Oh, please, master!" she gasped as her lips played with the man's cockhead. "Please, it isn't hard enough yet. I must be punished more, please!"
Debbi heard the murmur of appreciation around the table as the guests watched her run her mouth back down the cock, her lips sucking at it frantically.
"I said stand up!" snapped Simon.
"Uuurrrrggghhh!" Debbi moaned as she pulled the cock out of her throat and thrust her ass up frantically for the whipping that didn't come. "Pleeeease!" she screamed. "Whip me, pleeeease!"
The murmur of admiration got louder, but Debbi hardly heard it. Her mouth clutched at the cock as she tried to satisfy herself on the hard fucker. But still, she needed more.
"I said, stand up!" Simon snapped. "You've been very good so far ... don't mess it up now!"
Debbi couldn't disobey Simon. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid her mouth off the cock and stood up, her whole body shaking with the demands of her new nymphomania. She walked over to Simon, unable to stop her hands from running down the front of her uniform, rubbing the crack of her pussy with frantic strokes.
"Stand there," Simon ordered. "Put your hands behind your back!"
Her pussy was on fire and she had to get some cocks to cool it off.
"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen," Simon said. "Our specialty for tonight."
A door opened and Vera, Jo and Sylvie were pushed through. Each of them had their arms bound behind their backs to the elbows so that their tits thrust out helplessly, and were also bound with leather straps. They had ankle chains, and studded collars on. Vera retained some of her bravado, but Sylvie and Jo were plainly terrified.
"Do what you like with them," Simon said to his guests. "Just make sure that when you've finished they don't think about disobeying me anymore."
The crowd surged out from the table and headed for the bound maids.
"Now," said Simon to Debbi, "come here."
"Oh, yes, yes, please!" Debbi moaned as she walked up to him and sank to her knees, desperately grabbing for the cock-bulge in the front of his pants. "Please let me suck you, please!"
He waited as she unzipped his pants and pulled his wonderful length of cockmeat out. Ravenously, Debbi worked her mouth down over the cockhead, feeling the hardness filling her mouth.
"Now," said Simon, "you seem to have done very well in these two days."
"Uuurrghhh, yes, thank you, master," Debbi gasped, then she slammed her mouth back over Simon's cock.
Behind her, there was the crack of a whip and Sylvie screamed.
"How would you like to be one of the maids here?" asked Simon. "All you'd have to do is lay around and fuck your ass off."
Debbi almost fainted. The idea had never occurred to her before. It went against everything she had tried to do. She couldn't, and yet it was the only thing she wanted.
"But ... I'm married," Debbi moaned as she licked Simon's cockhead.
She heard all three of the maids screaming now as the whips fell. One by one, they gurgled and were muffled by cocks fucking down their throats. Debbi moaned as the very sounds made her more desperate for cock than ever.
"Oh, we can arrange that," Simon said, "if you want. We'll get a divorce and pay for it all. If you want to be a maid here, of course."
Debbi was going berserk on his cock, so it was a few moments before she could answer. She didn't agonize about it anymore.
"Oh, yessss!" she moaned. "Let me be a maid, please!" She gurgled as she rammed her mouth back down the length of his prick.
"And if that works out, who knows?" Simon said. "Vera's fuckin' up too much. I'm gonna need someone soon to run this place and travel with me to entertain clients. Sound good?"
Debbi couldn't say anything. Her fingers blurred on her pussy as she sucked his cock. She would be the best little slave he'd ever had.