Perfect Slave (18 page)

‘Come on, I'm randy too,' Miles said irritably.

Georgina pulled away, jolting Andrea back to reality. ‘Lay down on the frame, in the middle,' she ordered.

Andrea did as she was told. It was made from wooden slats, which were hard against her back.

Georgina took hold of her left wrist and pulled it back above her head. There was a leather cuff attached to each top corner of the frame, and Georgina buckled one around Andrea's wrist. She then took the right arm and secured that to the opposite corner.

‘Now your legs. Stretch them apart.'

She grabbed Andrea's ankle and pulled it over to the bottom of the frame, where she quickly strapped that into another padded cuff. She secured the other ankle, then went around tightening the white nylon rope that held the cuffs to the frame, until Andrea's body was stretched taut across it. Though it was impossible for her to do anything other than wriggle her torso helplessly from side to side, Georgina took four lengths of rope from the chest of drawers, knelt on the frame, then wound them under the wooden slats and tied them to Andrea's arms, just above the elbow, and her legs, just above the knee.

As she stood back to admire her work Andrea felt the familiar effects of such complete bondage. The more her body was constricted the more her sex seemed to palpitate. She could feel her clitoris pulsing and her labia throbbing. Of course tied like this, with her sex open and completely exposed to their gaze, the effect was even stronger. They were both looking at her, their eyes focussed between her legs, and that provoked her as much as if they'd been touching her. She would have loved to touch herself, to run a finger against her clit, but the fact that she couldn't, the fact that she was completely helpless, only increased her arousal. She struggled for a moment, not to try to escape, but because she wanted to feel exactly how powerless she was.

Georgina turned to her husband. She took his erect cock in her hand and squeezed it. ‘Are you ready?' she asked unnecessarily.

He nodded, taking hold of the waistband of her French knickers and pulling them down to her thighs. She shook her legs until the knickers fell to the floor, then stepped out of them.

Georgina knelt on the frame at Andrea's side. She swung one thigh over Andrea's body so she was straddling it, and moved back until her sex was posed above Andrea's face. Andrea gazed up at her, the flesh above the stocking tops soft and inviting. Her sex mound was covered with auburn hair, and Andrea could see the scarlet flesh of her wet vagina.

Miles was kneeling on the frame too, between Andrea's outstretched arms. He shuffled on his knees until his cock was sprouting over Andrea's face too, his glans no more than an inch from his wife's sex. A tear of fluid had escaped his urethra and was running down his shaft.

‘Lick it,' Georgina ordered.

For a moment Andrea wasn't sure what she was meant to do, but then Miles lowered his cock down onto her face, pressing his glans against her lips. She shuddered with excitement as she licked the rigid flesh as if it were an ice-lolly. She managed to stroke her tongue around it and draw his whole cock down into her mouth, tightening her lips around it and sucking it deep. Again the bondage aroused her. The fact that she could hardly move any other part of her body seemed to concentrate her senses on her mouth. She sucked him diligently, trying to raise her head off the frame to get him even deeper.

Miles pulled away, his cock covered with Andrea's saliva. Almost immediately Georgina sank down and her sex planted itself firmly on Andrea's mouth.

‘My turn,' she said.

Andrea kissed her sex greedily, crushing her lips against her labia. She tried to bury her tongue into Georgina's satiny vagina, but couldn't get it very far.

‘My arse, do that,' Georgina said crudely, her voice strained with passion.

Andrea shifted her mouth back slightly, her tongue working its way to the little puckered star of Georgina's anus. She had never done this to either a man or a woman, but was much too aroused to give that a second thought. She pushed her tongue up and felt the little entrance resist. She persisted, squirming her tongue from side to side, and suddenly the muscles relaxed and her tongue was enveloped in a tight, hot tube of flesh.

Georgina moaned. Andrea's own anus seemed to be reacting too, clenching as she explored Georgina's rectum.

‘Now,' Miles grunted, and Georgina raised herself, Andrea's tongue slipping from her anus. She pushed back and there, a few inches above her face, Andrea watched Miles' cock ploughing into Georgina's cunt. She watched with total fascination as her labia were stretched around the broad shaft and it disappeared into her, the whole phallus buried. She watched Georgina grind her hips from side to side, stirring him around in her sex.

‘Take his balls in your mouth,' Georgina ordered.

Miles' scrotum was bobbing just above her chin, so with a great effort of will and ignoring the cramp in her shoulders, Andrea raised her head and opened her mouth. She caught one of his balls between her lips, and heard Miles moan loudly.

He made no attempt to fuck his wife; just grinding the base of his shaft against her while Andrea sucked his balls. ‘Yes, like that,' he urged, as she rolled them in her mouth.

The sight of their lovemaking provoked new waves of excitement in Andrea. Everything she was sure Georgina was feeling deep in her vagina she was feeling too. But they were suddenly overtaken as she felt Georgina dip her head between her thighs and crush her mouth against her open labia. The woman's tongue darted out, first encircling the tender flesh of her pussy lips, then moving to her clitoris, exposed and vulnerable and pulsing hungrily.

All Andrea's feelings and emotions coalesced. It felt as if Georgina's tongue had somehow worked its way inside her clitoris, its writhing tempo producing such soaring pleasure. There seemed to be a direct connection between her wet sex and her mouth, sucking Miles' balls. Like an arc of electricity sensations leapt from one to the other, bringing her closer and closer to what she knew was an inevitable orgasm.

She didn't know whether she was allowed to come, whether the master's prohibition still applied, but even if it did there was simply nothing she could do to stop herself, especially as she could see, right in front of her eyes, that Georgina was coming too, her sex clenching rhythmically around her husband's cock. She was gasping too, trying to maintain her contact with Andrea's clit, her breathing short and heavy.

‘Oh, my God,' she squealed, the words muffled against Andrea's sex, the movement of her lips creating countless new delights.

Andrea saw the muscles of her thighs lock and felt her mouth seem to melt over her sex, so hot and wet it became indistinguishable from it. Then it was Andrea's turn, this last provocation irresistible, sensations springing from her clitoris and her vagina, both convulsing wildly, and from her mind where she saw herself tied down being used so obscenely. Exactly as her orgasm exploded and her body shuddered Miles pulled out of his wife's vagina and came too, his semen spattering down over Andrea's face. He pushed his cock down into her mouth and she felt more spunk jetting out of him, over her lips and tongue and down into her throat, giving her orgasm a whole new dimension, almost as though she had come again.

It was a long time before they moved. Georgina sat at her side and used her French knickers to wipe the spunk from Andrea's face.

‘You're really into this, aren't you?' she asked quietly.

‘Yes, mistress,' Andrea replied. It was true. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was a turning point for her. Even when previously alone with Laurie her submission had a direct connection to her master; she was in his house with his overseer, obeying his instructions. But these people were complete strangers with little or no connection to him. She could not kid herself it was his domineering presence that created her wanton responses to what they'd done to her. No slave was complete without a master, Hawksworth had told her in the beginning, and she knew that was true. But it appeared it did not matter who that master was.

 

‘Take her back to the manor. You know where it is, don't you?'

‘Yes, madam,' Freddie said.

Andrea had been taken into the house, given some food and allowed to use the bathroom. She dressed herself and tried to re-pin her hair in the style Betty had created that morning. They didn't provide her with any cosmetics, so she couldn't repair the damage to her make-up that was the inevitable consequence of what they'd been doing together.

Georgina and Miles had waited her for by the front door, the Rolls parked in the drive.

‘She can't go back like that,' Miles said.

‘Why not?' Georgina asked.

‘Hawksworth wouldn't like it. Hold on.' He walked back into the house, and a few minutes later came back with a thin white cord. ‘Put your hands up in front of you,' he ordered.

Andrea obeyed. He looped the cord several times around her wrists, binding them together, then threaded the cord into the ring on her steel collar.

‘That's better,' Miles said.

‘You're right, it is,' Georgina agreed. ‘Now get in the car.'

Awkwardly, with her hands tied in front of her throat, Andrea climbed onto the back seat.

‘I hope we'll see you again, young lady,' Georgina said, then took her husband's hand and ambled back into the house.

The chauffeur got behind the wheel and the quiet car pulled away. At the end of the drive he turned left into the winding country lanes.

‘So did you have a good time?' he asked, looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

‘I'm not supposed to talk,' she said.

‘Who's going to hear you? I'm not going to tell. Come on, what did they do to you?'

Andrea said nothing. The cord bit into her flesh and she tried to ease it by wriggling her wrists into a more comfortable position, flattening her palms together.

‘So it turns you on, does it, being submissive?'

Andrea remained silent.

‘Come on. We've got an hour's drive. Might as well talk to each other.'

‘I'm not supposed to talk.'

‘Yeah, so you say. Come on, darlin', I'm curious. Those two are always trying to get me involved in their games, but I'm not interested. I've always been real straight about sex. Do you like straight sex too?'

Andrea looked at him in the mirror. His eyes were staring at her. Her skirt had ridden up over her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings, but with her hands tied to her throat there was nothing she could do to pull it back down.

‘You're really something, you know that, don't you?' He drove for another ten minutes without saying anything more, but kept glancing at her in the mirror, clearly still intrigued. She saw a sign indicating a motorway was close.

‘Hey, I've got a good idea,' he said suddenly, and slowed the car.

There was a gap in a hedge to their left, leading to a small copse of trees in a corner of a ploughed field. He pulled into it. The sun had set but there was still enough light to see by.

‘What are you doing?' she asked sharply.

‘I thought you weren't allowed to speak,' he said. He got out, then came around and opened her door. ‘Out,' he said.

‘No. Take me back to the manor.'

‘We're having a comfort break,' he said. He walked to the large tree under which they were parked, opened his flies and started to pee. ‘That's better,' he said, returning to the car, his cock still hanging out of his fly. ‘Come on, the air will do you good.'

‘I'm not allowed to.'

He laughed. ‘You're allowed to fuck those two but you ain't allowed to get out of the car?'

‘Please,' she said.

‘Do it. You get your kicks by being a slave, right? Well, I'm your master now.' He reached into the car and caught hold of her arm. ‘Come on,' he hauled her out, ‘let's see what makes you so special.'

He pushed her to her knees on the dewy grass and took her head in his hands. His circumcised cock had already started to swell, and he pulled her mouth to it.

‘Suck, and that's an order!' he growled.

Andrea's emotions were mixed. What had happened with Georgina and Miles was exciting, so exciting that her body still tingled with arousal. Her orgasm had been exquisite but it left her with a deep-seated need to be penetrated, and the thought of a hard cock thrusting into her was overwhelming. Freddie was a strong man, but she knew he wasn't supposed to be behaving in this way and that, by implication, cooperating with him was wrong. If it came out that he'd stopped the car and used her in such a way Hawksworth might believe she'd encouraged him.

On the other hand, it was extremely unlikely that anyone would ever find out. Hawksworth said she should be back at the house by ten, and it was only eight o'clock now. No one would ever know what had happened. And she could tell herself she was not breaking her private oath of obedience to her master. Freddie was strong enough to force her to do whatever he had in mind, especially with her hands tied securely to the steel collar.