Chapter 7
Ann was quite pleased with her new slave, who had proven that he could take a lot of pain, and Slocum was seething with rage at what he had been through. It was nine at night, and he had been at her place since four, and although he had planned to drug her soon after getting there, things had gotten screwed up.
He knew that he needed to play along with her, and so he had kissed her shoe, and so on, and when she had told him to lie on her bed so that she could fuck him he had done so, figuring that when she was ready to come he would grab her and shoot her up with the sodium pentothal. But he had forgotten about bondage, and she had shackled his hands so quickly to the bedposts that he had not been able to react, and she had kept him like that for the next five hours or so, fucked him a couple of times, and inflicted various sorts of pain on him. Finally, as she knew that she did not want to damage him, to use the term by which she thought of it, she released him, and now she was having him lick her toes again, since she loved that, and she was planning to have him come for a third time onto her shoe before she called it a night. As he bent his head to her feet he was furious, and his wrists ached, and he knew that he was going to slap her around a little before he drugged her.
He started to lick her toes, and then lept forward and butted her hard in the stomach with his head, so that she fell over backwards in her chair. Then he was on her, and of course he was much stronger than she was, and she moaned with pain as he jabbed four stiff fingers vertically into the nerves over her breastbone, not hard enough to kill her, but hard enough so that she was in bad pain. Then he started to slap her face, and when he had vented some of his rage he shot her up, and sat down to wait for the phone call. He saw that he had two hours to wait, and he found some Scotch, and settled down sipping it neat, and relaxed at last.
But he had not reckoned with fate, and when the phone rang at eleven, early enough so that he knew that it was not his call, he let it ring until it stopped. He was a little worried, but not unduly so, and went back to his whiskey.
At her apartment, Sofie put down the phone and was suddenly worried. She had remembered waking up from sleep, that they had an important buyer coming the next day, and that she wanted Ann to bring some sketches with her to the office, sketches that Sofie knew Ann would not bring in the normal course of events. And she was sure that she would be home, and when she wasn't she suddenly started to think about what had happened to Ann abroad, and she felt scared. She knew that she would have to go over there, and she went and got her slave, and told him that he was to come with her, and that for once he was to wear normal clothes. She explained the situation briefly, and it turned out that Brent had been in the Army, knew some hand-to-hand tricks, and Sofie marveled that someone like that would be her slave.
Ann lived in a four-story brownstone in the West Village, and Sofie had keys, so they went down there, and flung open the door at eleven-thirty. Slocum froze with the drink in his hand, and in a matter of seconds Brent had chopped his neck hard, and he collapsed on the floor. He went to Ann, and he could tell that she had been drugged, and he found the syringe.
"Probably pentothal," he said. "She should come out of it, badly hung over, in a couple of hours. But he was probably waiting for some buddies of his to take her off somewhere, and they will be by no doubt, so just leave her on the floor while I arrange things." Sofie nodded, scared out of her wits, for when she was not dominating slaves she was not really a fighter. Brent arranged Slocum in the chair so that he looked awake, and concealed Sofie, and waited behind the door, with a length of broom-handle that he had found. When the phone rang at midnight he knew that that was some sort of signal, and that they would probably break in soon. But they were lazy, the driver and the other men, and they knew something had gone wrong, and Jean had told them that if it didn't work to forget it, since although he wanted his revenge she was not worth all that much trouble. Brent heard a van speeding away and decided that that was probably that.
The problem now was what to do with Slocum, and they decided simply to enslave him for a while, or rather Sofie and Ann would do the enslaving, while Brent became a maid again. They knew that that would hurt Slocum more surely than death or other pain.
So they shackled him to Ann's bed, and gagged him, and then they waited for Ann to wake up. Finally she started to moan, she came to, and they sat her up and rubbed her wrists and temples with cold water, and gave her some coffee to drink. After about half an hour she was alright, though her head hurt, and they told her what they had decided to do with Slocum. But Ann thought that that would be too good for him, and so once again they had the problem of what to do with him. They knew that they could not afford to kill him, but they did not want to let him go, and they also did not want to do something too brutal to him. Finally they decided to drug him, and to drive him down to the docks, in old clothes, and leave him to sleep it off on the waterfront. And Brent knew some friends who had access to some drugs that would make him if not totally nuts when he woke up then at least quite on edge, and they fed him those, and stripped him, and put him in some old clothes, spilled a bottle of whiskey all over him, and left him, at three in the morning, on an old pier on the Hudson.
He was found the next morning, and he remembered nothing of the last couple of days, and was quite nutty, but he had enough of his wits about him to get to the ship that had been supposed to take the girl back to Europe, and they were furious with him, but took him aboard, more to cover themselves than anything else. He knew that his career as a sort of low-key soldier of fortune was over, and he was lucky when he got back to Paris, for Jean contented himself with making sure that the only work Slocum would have for the rest of his life would be menial labor.
Ann rested the next day, and they decided that they did not want to take her to a doctor unless it was completely necessary, for then they would have to talk about their sex lives, and that, they felt, might be a little, risky. But Ann was fine within a couple of days, and soon she and Sofie were back to their usual tricks.
Brent had been so good that Sofie and Ann decided to reward him, not by treating him as an equal, but be giving him a female slave to punish. Of course, he would have to wear his maid's outfit while abusing her, and he would be forced to take abuse from Ann and from
Sofie, but still he would have a slut who would blow him and whom he could fuck in the ass and in the cunt.
The girl whom they had in mind was a hot little slut of a red head named Stacy who loved to be punished, and whom Sofie and Ann abused from time to time. That weekend they had her over, and proceeded with the evening's festivities.
"I should like to watch the slaves fuck while we punish them," said Ann to Sofie, who nodded her assent. Brent wore high heels and an evening gown, in the front of which had been cut a hole, through which his hard cock protruded. Stacy was bent over a chair, her hands tied to its back, and her plump tits protruding through the back of the chair. Her legs were also tied, and Sofie greased the ass-hole of the slut who was to be fucked by Brent. Then she tied Brent's hands too, to the chair just above those of the other slave, and they positioned him so that his cock was at the tight ass-hole of the red-haired cunt who loved the punishment that she was about to get.
"All right, you sluts, slut Brent is to fuck Stacy's ass-hole, and no matter what is done to him or to her you two are not to stop fucking. And when Brent comes he is to keep fucking, until he is told to stop. AU right, begin." Sofie finished her speech by giving Brent a hard slap across the ass, and soon his cock was in the ass-hole of the other slut, and he was fucking her hard, liking the way that her ass-hole felt around his cock. But no sooner had he gotten into the rhythm of his fucking that Ann moved into position and started to spank his ass through the dress that he was wearing, and she did it so hard that the pleasure that he got from the ass-hole in which his cock was buried was somewhat negated. And while Ann smacked Brent's ass, Sofie, on the other side of the chair, pinched the hard nipples of Stacy. Stacy hurt from the hard dick in her ass and from the torture that her nipples were getting, but her cunt was also wet and she moaned not only with pain but with pleasure. Sofie and Ann loved what they were doing, and it was not long before their cunts were moist with passion. Sofie raised Brent's dress, and she smacked his ass with her bare hand until it was nice and red, while Ann, who had been punishing Brent, took Sofie's place at the nipples of the other slave. Then Sofie became obsessed with shoving a dildo in the ass-hole of Brent while he in turn fucked Stacy's ass, and so she stopped hitting him and began to work some baby oil into his ass-hole. Soon she had two and then three fingers in his ass-hole, and she was hot from what she was doing.
Sofie strapped on a long, thick dildo, and she rammed it hard into the ass-hole of the male slave in the evening gown who was fucking the ass-hole of the slut on the chair. As Ann stopped pinching Stacy's nipples and watched with a delight that was evident in her hard tits and her wet cunt Sofie really raped the ass-hole that she was fucking. She played with her hard clit while she reamed out Brent, and soon he was gasping somewhat with pain, for the dildo was big, and his ass so tight.
Ann stood and played with her wet cunt as she watched the three of them, slaves and mistress, on the chair, and she sighed and she moaned with the lust that made her cunt wetter and hotter with cream. Then she wanted to help give her friend, who after all had saved her from a life of real slavery, some more pleasure, and she moved behind Sofie, who was still dildo-fucking Brent's ass-hole. Ann sank to her knees, parted the ass-cheeks of her friend, and began to lick her gamy ass-hole, and Sofie moaned with pleasure at that attention, and sighed as she felt Ann reach underneath and start to caress the bottom of Sofie's wet cunt.
Brent was getting close to coming, but knew that when he had come the pain from the object in his ass-hole would be bad, and so he managed to hold off. Sofie started to come, and she gasped and moaned with the spasms of hot and pure lust that shook her, and she got so hot and horny that she could not be bothered to keep up the fucking that she was giving to her slave, and so she pulled the dildo out of Brent's ass-hole, and slumped down to the floor. Ann, with a soft cry of lust, buried her head in Sofie's soaking cunt, and soon the two mistresses were lost in each other's cunts, and they moaned and they shook as they forgot about the two slaves.
Brent came hard in Stacy's ass, and he was unable to pull out of her, because of the way that they were tied together and to the chair, and he stayed hard, and soon began to fuck her again. Stacy was hot and moaning with lust, but she could not manage to come, since Brent's tied hands prevented him from playing with her cunt and she could not reach her pussy herself. She just got hotter and hotter, and she sighed and grunted, but she could not manage to come from just the fucking that she was getting in her ass-hole. Brent hurt from the spanking that he had gotten, and his feet hurt in the heels that he was forced to wear, but he knew from the sounds that Ann and Sofie were making that it would be a while before he was freed.
The two mistresses worked hard sucking.
Ann loved the way that Sofie tasted, loved the thick juices that were flowing so freely from the wet cunt in which she had buried her greedy face. And Sofie was so hot from the way that she was being sucked that she could not keep up the job of lapping that she was doing on the cunt of her friend, and she simply lay back and let Ann go to work on her. Her tits were hard, and as she was sucked she rubbed her nipples, and they throbbed and pulsed with the lust that was running through her like fire. Her head rolled from side to side and her whole body shook with passion.
Ann was a skilled cunt-lapper, and she ran her tongue expertly along the wet inner lips of Sofie's pussy, and then she pointed her tongue, and using it like a small cock, pushed it in and out of the hole from which such thick and rich and fragrant juices were flowing. She knew that Sofie wanted her to suck her clit, to lick that pink, hard nub that was the key to her pleasure, but Ann wanted to tease her friend and fellow mistress for a while, and so she held back from the most sensitive part of the hot cunt that she was sucking.
Sofie was moaning and writhing with lust, and the smell of .her cunt was very strong in the room. Brent, whose cock was hard enough so that he was still fucking the ass-hole of Stacy, even though he had come so recently, inhaled deeply, smelling the cunt of his mistress, and that smell alone made his cock jump and twitch inside the tight ass-hole in which it was jammed. But Sofie and Ann were giving no thought, at this point, to their slaves, but just sucked on the floor.
"Baby, baby suck my clit. I can't take it any longer, oh please honey suck my hard clit. Mmmmm, yes yes, that's so good, suck my clit, lick it, oooo, honey, do it to me, suck my clit, oh yes baby, I am so close, harder do it harder, oh hell, o baby, that'saaaah, mmmmm, yes yes fuck me suck meOh God!"
And as Ann tongued the hard clit under her tongue faster than she had been Sofie started to come, her lush body shaking and shivering, and the lush flower of her cunt contracting hard. Ann shoved two fingers into Sofie's cunt, so that when it squeezed it would have something around which to do so, and Sofie moaned on.
Brent was excited by the sounds that were coming from his mistress, but try as he might, he could not come. Yet the feel of the dress that he was wearing, and the heels that hurt his feet, drove him to keep trying. He rammed his dick in and out of the ass-hole of the female slave to which, or rather to whom he was bound, and she groaned and grunted, not with pain but with lust. For she still had not been able to come, since she was getting to direct stimulation to her cunt. The chair to which the two slaves were bound was shaking hard as they fucked, and from time to time it seemed as if the three of them. Brent and Stacy and the chair, would roll over onto the floor, but not only did this even not happen, but Ann and Sofie were totally unaware of the precarious position in which their slaves were. Besides, had they realized the possible danger of a fall, they would have laughed cruelly about it.
Sofie came again and again, until she was so weak and tired from coming that she told her friend to stop sucking her, and then it was Ann's turn to be eaten. She sat on a chair, and she spread the wet pink lips of her cunt with two fingers, and she slipped one finger into herself, and she pulled it out. It was covered with her cunt-juices, and she licked it clean of them, and after she had done that she leered at Sofie, who, making a soft moan of lust, though she was weak from coming, dived headfirst into the muff that was waiting for her. Ann tasted good to Sofie, wet and hot and creamy, and for a while Sofie just lapped up that juice, contented as a cat at a bowl of cream. And then she lowered her head a little, and she started to lick the wrinkled and gamy ass-hole that was below the wet cunt that she had been sucking.
Ann moaned with pleasure as she felt the rimming begin, and she rubbed her nipples, almost idly, as if she did not really care to touch them but in fact they were so tender and swollen with lust that just the lightest touches, at this point, drove her wild with desire. She felt the passion building in her cunt, in her tits, and she knew that it would not be long now before she was coming, gasping and shaking and leaving the room around her for a land of pure and pulsing pleasure. 'Suck it honey, lick my pussy. Lick my juicy cunt with that hot mouth. Mmmmmm, my tits are so hard and I am so hot. Oh baby suck it suck it suck it. Yes, yes, that's so good when you do that. I mean I am almost there, oh suck my cunt, lap it, lick it do me good baby like I did you."
Then Ann no longer spoke, for the lusts that were filling her were too strong, and she panted and moaned with the desire that was about to take her over the edge. She sighed and grunted, and she started to move her hips so hard and so fast that Sofie could hardly keep her head in place on the wet cunt of her friend. She felt that cunt opening more and more as she sucked it, and then she took Ann's hard clit into her mouth, and she shoved a full three fingers into Ann's smoking cunt, and worked them around hard as she nibbled on the hard nub that was the key to the pleasure of her friend.
Ann's smells, so sexy and so subtly different from those of her fellow mistress, hit Sofie's nose like a punch, and she felt herself getting hot again, and she thought for a moment that the two of them could go on like this all night But there were slaves to punish, and she knew mat if they went unpunished for the rest of the night she would never forgive herself. But then she went back to the sucking of the cunt that smelled so musky near her nose, and for the next few minutes she forgot, once again, about the hot action going on in the chair to which the slaves were bound.
Ann grabbed the hair of her friend, and she sighed with passion, and she knew that it would not be long now. Her head was rolling around on her neck, and she started to jerk as if she were a puppet on strings. The moans and the sighs that came from her took on a quality that was something other than human, as if she were some jungle beast, in heat and moaning for its mate. She clamped her legs together, hard around the head of the hot bitch who was sucking her, and she raised her right breast to her mouth, and sucked hard on its nipple. That was what it took, for as she did that and as Sofie nibbled hard on her clit she arched her back, shook as if she had a chill, and then she was coming, gasping with desire.
Sofie kept on sucking her hard as she started to come, and soon she was coming on and on, orgasm following orgasm. She sighed with delight at the enjoyment that she was giving to Ann, and she sucked her until she could tell that her friend had had enough. Then the two women looked at each other, and they smiled with delight, and felt happy and close. And then they remembered the two slaves, and they looked at the two of them and saw that Brent was still fucking the ass-hole of Stacy.
They watched as he kept pumping, his evening dress torn and sweaty, and his feet half-out of the pumps that he was wearing. They made no move to untie them, but groaned with lust and laughter at the two of them, and then they took turns spanking Brent again, and laughed helplessly at the sight of the two of them
Finally they released them, and sent Brent to his room, and then they let Stacy play with her wet cunt for a while, and then sent her home. They felt happy to know that as far as they could tell Ann was safe at last, though they resolved to be careful, since what Slocum had tried to do could happen again.
And they had to pick up some loose ends at work, since what with what had happened to
Ann they had let things slide for a while. Ann had been doing some further checking into the Midwestern chain that had been the source of all the new business, and she had called the factors, and she had found out that the place was really a mess, and that they had used every shady accounting trick in the book to make things look good, like depreciating items that were normally written off over ten or twelve years over periods of five years. The problem was that the shoes were already being made, and Sofie and Ann were counting on the cash from the chain to pay their own bills. But if the store was late then they would be screwed, and they were quite worried. If it all fell through the business would probably not go under, but things could get quite rough.
Sofie and Ann finally decided that they had to fly out there, and see what the hell was going on. They did not like leaving things in New York alone without one or two of them around, but things were in enough of a mess so that they knew that they had to go.