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Be Careful What you Wish For – 1

He was her Master, her Lord. That had been together two years and in that time she had become a total slut for Him and she knew it; but only a slut for Him. To everyone else she was still prim and proper. Only He knew how well trained she had become, and how she carried his initials tattooed just above her slit where the hair would have been if she hadn’t shaved there regularly.

There was little that he hadn’t used her for or done to her. He used all of her holes regularly, and had systematically stretched her ass so that it accommodated him easily now, as well as the hundred and one toys he used on her there. Both nipples had been pierced as had both labia lips. She kept herself fit and supple with a daily work out at the Gym. She no longer had or needed any other work. She actually enjoyed some of the shocked looks she got in the showers when some of the other members saw her piercings, although she was always a little more careful when she had been particularly viciously whipped for some misdemeanor. She lay on the bed thinking about all of their “fun.” She still hated her mouth being used as a toilet but He wanted it and she complied willingly if without pleasure. In all that time he had never shared her or given her to anyone else and her only dark fantasy not fulfilled was to be taken by two or more men, she just wondered what it would have been like.

Now He had been out of their home all day without saying a word, leaving only instructions that she was to shower, ensure she was freshly shaved and remain naked. No clues to her, but she was a fuck toy and deserved none.

The phone rang. It was Him.

“Be ready in 40 minutes. We’re going out. Put on stockings & suspenders, the white lacy underwear we bought last week, a low-cut white cotton loose blouse, and one of the short black leather skirts. Tarty make-up.”

He hung up. No pleasantries. No conversation. She looked at her watch, 7:42. Plenty of time but she hurried to comply with his instructions anyway. No way was she going to even risk being late.

Twenty-five minutes later the phone rang again. She was already prepared.

“Delayed! Grab a taxi and meet me at Keltos Manor on the Tattershall Road. Tell the security guard you are Sophie and he’ll let you in.” Click.

No further explanation again. She knew Keltos Manor. It was a large stone eighteenth century building on its own grounds. She knew he had some interesting contacts but she didn’t know about this one.

The taxi driver knew the Manor, but then again everyone did. He stopped at the gate and buzzed the entry phone.

“Taxi with, What’s your name?”


“Sophie.” he said to the intercom and the electric gates swung open.

The taxi dropped her in front of the impressive portico and she saw that the main door stood slightly open in the summer warmth. She paid the driver and watched him leave down the drive as she walked up the steps and in through the door. After all, she knew she was expected and just assumed that this was another of those parties.

The entrance lobby was warm and brightly lit but with no one around. She stopped. She could hear voices through a door to her left. She walked across, her heels clapping on the marble floor, and opened the large polished door and walked in confidently. After all, she was expected or they would not have opened the gate!

She looked around as every eye in the room turned towards her. There were no women, just men, maybe ten, maybe fifteen, and she saw that there were more in the adjacent room, which led off at the far end. All were in dinner jackets and ties. The room was luxurious, sofas, tables and pictures on the walls. The fact that there were no women concerned her but more concerning was the fact that she couldn’t see Him.

“Ten minutes late, hmm.” It was an elegant and sophisticated man who appeared to be in the most important seat; an assessment she made when everyone deferred to his comment.

He walked towards her and without any foreplay put his hand straight under her skirt and onto her sex. She stepped back in some surprise but did so straight into another man who grabbed the rounded cheeks of her ass.

“What do you think you are doing?”

The back of a hand slapped her across the face and a voice barked “Shut Up!”

She felt a small trickle of blood from her lip and her training snapped into place as she slipped into Sub mode.

Hands dragged her across to the middle of the room and she saw that there was no way she was going anywhere that these men didn’t allow her to. She saw now that there were more men and also three women coming through from the other room. She guessed the total numbers at maybe thirty. WHERE WAS HE? The panic was turning her stomach into a knotted mess.

“Give us a dance and a strip.”

She didn’t move, but just stared dumbfounded.

Out of nowhere a bullwhip snapped across her back, it tore through her blouse and bit into her skin. She screamed as much out of shock as out of pain, and then it hit her again. No one said anything but she heard some laughter; most noticeably one female voice.

She started to move in the way that she knew He liked. Seductively peeling off her clothes until she was dancing naked except for the stockings and her heels.

“Warm yourself up now; stick a finger up your cunt.” Laughter! The sound of the crack of the whip persuaded her.

She sat backwards onto one of the sofas, lifted her legs high and slipped a finger into herself.

“She looks wet already.” said a voice as another middle-aged man walked over to her and pulled her finger away.

With no further preparation he pushed three fingers up her. She winced in pain; then another and then he was trying to fist her! He had tried this once but decided that he liked her tight and so had given up. Now a total stranger was trying. The pain was intense and as she tried to pull away hands pinioned her down and grabbed at her ankles, pulling her legs painfully apart.

She screamed and felt the hot tears well up in her eyes.

But then she felt the hand withdraw and before the mist cleared from her eyes she knew she was being raped. The man pushed into her, no preparation and not slowly, suddenly, instantly all the way in. She felt him cum and the felt another take his place.

“No, Please!” she begged. “Please Noooo.”

She was turned over and her arms pinned down outspread along the back of the sofa. Her legs were pulled apart again and more hands held them. Another man pummelled into her wet sex, but she felt him pull out before he had cum. Then another and then another. She was crying now. Her sex was already sore and she knew that only six or seven men had used her so far!

to be continued

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