Perfect Slave (19 page)

Of course it could all be a test, organised with Georgina ahead of time. But she dismissed the thought. The meeting with Georgina seemed spontaneous; there was no time to set up such a charade. So she opened her mouth and sucked his cock in, feeling it engorging rapidly.

‘That's better,' he said.

She ran her tongue over the ridge at the base of his glans, then sucked the whole shaft eagerly. The blood pumped into it rapidly, pushing it into her throat. Her sex throbbed, clenching involuntarily, imagining how it would feel to have his large erection pounding into it. Bound as she was the tips of her fingers were within reach of his balls, and she stretched them out, stroking his scrotum. His cock twitched in her mouth.

‘Shall I untie you?' he said.

She shook her head with real alarm. If he untied her she would not be able to prevent to herself that none of this was her fault.

‘Well, if that's what you want...'

He pulled out of her, took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He took the keys from the ignition and dragged her around to the back of the car, opening the boot. She saw a box of tools and other equipment. Freddie opened the box and took out a nylon towrope. He closed the boot and dragged her to the tree. One of its lower branches had broken off and lay on the grass. It was bowed in the middle to about waist height.

Freddie took one end of the towrope and tied it around the cord that bound her wrist to the steel collar, then jumped over to the other side of the fallen branch and pulled the rope down so that Andrea was forced to bend forward from the waist. He got to his knees, stretched under the wood and looped the other end of the rope around her left ankle, making it impossible for her to straighten up again.

‘Is that what you want?'

‘Yes, master,' she intoned, the bondage creating its usual wave of excitement.

‘Master. Is that what you call your men? I like it. Say it again.'

‘Master.'

Freddie climbed back over the branch, then eased the hem of her skirt up over her hips. ‘Well, now look at that.'

The gusset of the teddy had worked its up between the cheeks of her bottom, hiding little. Her buttocks were red and tender from the beating they'd been given, and tingled in the cool air.

‘Gave you a good thrashing, didn't they?' he mused. ‘Are you into that too?'

‘Yes, master.'

He ran a finger down the side of her leg, following the line of the white suspender to the top of her stocking. ‘Well, shall I tell you what I'm into?'

Andrea closed her eyes and nodded.

‘I'm into fucking.'

The crudity of the word excited Andrea. It was exactly what she wanted. She was not supposed to speak unless she was spoken to, but under these circumstances it was academic. ‘Please fuck me then, master.'

‘You've changed you're tune,' he sneered. ‘I could have fucked you in the car. What is it; you can only get off if you're tied up?'

‘Yes, master.'

He undid his belt and pushed his trousers and black briefs down to his knees. His hand slipped under the gusset of the teddy and pulled it out of the cleft of her buttocks. He stared at her labia.

‘Very smooth. Do they have you shaved?'

‘No, master.'

His fingers ran down into her sex. He found the opening of her vagina and prodded a finger into it. ‘Christ, you're wet.' He pushed another finger in alongside the first, while his other hand worked its way from her neck to her breasts. It kneaded and mauled them both. Then he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and gripped her hips, pushing his cock between her legs. Andrea gasped. It felt hot and rock hard.

‘Ask me again,' he said.

‘Please... fuck me, master,' she panted, and she really meant it. The presence of his cock so close to her cunt was making her whole body tingle with anticipation. She could feel her vagina eager for penetration, after being neglected all afternoon. Her bondage was uncomfortable. Her back ached from being bent forward so sharply, her belly was pressed against the rough bark of the bough, and her neck and arms were cramped from being bound so tightly together, but all these irritations were also arousing, the more they hurt the more her level of excitement rose.

‘Again,' he insisted.

‘Fuck me, for Christ's sake, fuck me,' she begged him.

She felt his grip on her hips tighten. His cock was throbbing against her labia, but instead of sinking it into her vagina he butted the glans against her clit. Andrea gasped as he made little prodding movements, each one producing a wild pulse of sensations that coursed through her.

‘Please,' she begged. She knew he was teasing her, deliberately holding back the moment of penetration, and that excited her too. Even in this secret tryst she was a slave, still unable to assert her own needs.

He pulled his cock back then angled it upwards. As it settled between her lips the satiny flesh responded with a jolt of pleasure. Andrea felt her labia desperately trying to draw him in. But he didn't move. Instead she felt his hand snaking over the skirt bunched up at her waist. A finger slid to her clit, rubbing it.

‘Please... please...' she begged.

‘Please what?' he taunted.

‘Please, master.'

Almost before she had finished the last word Freddie thrust his cock into her. She was so wet the penetration was smooth and easy, the rigid phallus lancing into her until she felt his pubic hair grazing the cheeks of her bottom. With both hands on her hips he began pounding into her, pulling her back against her bonds as he lunged forward.

The feeling took Andrea's breath away. Though she'd had countless orgasms in the last two weeks it had been a long time since she was so comprehensively fucked. She'd been penetrated with dildoes and fingers front and back, been licked and sucked and abused, but apart from the time her master fucked her bum, she'd not had a hard, throbbing penis filling and stretching her like this. And he was hard. And throbbing. He filled her completely, stretching the silky walls of her vagina.

There in the copse, with darkness falling, she knew there was nothing to stop her coming. Hawksworth would never find out. Of course it was an act of disobedience but surely there'd be no consequences; she would only have her own conscience to deal with.

She felt her cunt gripping the sword of flesh that stabbed into her, and her clit pulsed violently. Her sex seemed to open, like the blossoming of a flower, allowing him even deeper, and as his glans plunged into this new territory she came, her eyes screwed closed, her whole world narrowed to the compass of her sex.

He must have felt her orgasm erupt, but didn't pause for a second. If anything he increased his tempo, fucking her faster and more deeply, each stroke pushing her into the rough bark of the tree. She raised her head as far as her bonds would allow and opened her mouth to beg him to stop for a moment, but before she could get the words out another orgasm struck. She was coming again, her body trembling from head to toe, her sex convulsing, her mind wiped clean of everything but the uncontrollable pleasure.

As this orgasm ebbed and her senses began to return, she was aware that his rhythm had slowed. Suddenly he pulled out of her altogether, producing a paroxysm in Andrea's cunt that made her whimper. But before she could protest the bulb of his glans was nudging into the little crater of her anus. He pushed, not at all gently, and encountered no resistance. Andrea was so turned on her sphincter was already relaxed. She felt his glans piercing her rear, the flesh so wet with her juices it slid home effortlessly.

Andrea felt a stab of discomfort. Unlike her master, Freddie did not stop there. He thrust again, his bloated cock penetrating deeper, until it was completely buried inside her. She shuddered and heard herself sobbing, although it sounded as though it wasn't really her at all.

Freddie was in no mood for subtleties. He began stabbing his cock into her anus as hard as he had in her cunt. Another flood of acute pleasure washed over her, inundating her with sensations so strong they made every nerve in her body knot, and every muscle lock. She was trembling in helpless ecstasy.

Freddie pulled her hips back towards him one last time, buried his cock right up to the hilt in her anus and came, hot semen jetting into the tight confines of her rear. She could feel each eruption, and each one drove her deeper and deeper into another orgasm. She screwed her eyes closed, pulled on the rope that bound her to the branch, and allowed the glorious sensations to overwhelm her.

She felt Freddie's soft, spent cock slip from her body. He knelt at her feet and untied the rope. As she straightened up she felt the strange sensation of viscous liquid running down the insides of her thighs. It was a feeling that made her shudder.

He untied the rope from her hands. ‘We'd better get going,' he said, looking at his watch. The fluorescent dial glowed dully in the gloom. ‘Are you all right?'

‘Yes, master,' she said, managing a smile.

 

 

 

The white skirt was marked with moss from the bough and badly creased. The blouse and jacket showed signs of dirt too. Her left stocking was laddered and the white shoes stained with grass. The frantic activity as she was bent over the branch with her head down had dislodged most of the pins from her hair, and it looked ragged and unkempt.

It was only as she climbed back into the car and caught a glimpse of herself in walnut-framed vanity mirrors that she realised how bedraggled she looked. What's more, there was nothing she could do about it. Even if Freddie released her hands she wouldn't be able to make any impression on the stains, or change her stockings, and she doubted she would be able to do much with her hair without a brush and more hairpins.

She would have to hope that Hawksworth would blame Georgina. Perhaps he'd think they took her out into the woods. But as they got closer to the manor she became more apprehensive. What made it worse was that her master told Georgina she was needed back at the house by ten, which made her think he had something special in mind for her. If he had Laurie take her straight to him, would he question her closely about what had happened and if so, would she be able to lie? Lying was, after all, the ultimate disobedience.

She became increasingly gloomy and depressed. There was nothing she could do to resist Freddie, but she knew that in the end she'd actively encouraged him, and she felt guilty about that, a guilt compounded by the fact that the orgasms she'd enjoyed were still giving her little trills and tremors of pleasure. Her anus was still tingling where he buggered her, and she could feel the sticky semen seeping out of it. If she hadn't enjoyed it, if she hadn't orgasmed so freely, she would feel as if she'd betrayed her master's trust.

Freddie did not say a word as they drove through the gates of the manor and up to the front door. Laurie opened it as soon as the car appeared. She strode over to the passenger door and opened it as the car came to a halt.

‘Out,' she said.

Andrea held her breath as she clambered awkwardly from the back seat.

‘Thank you,' Laurie said to Freddie.

‘My pleasure,' he said, grinning broadly. He glanced at Andrea, who rapidly looked away. ‘My pleasure.'

‘This way,' Laurie said, as the car cruised away back up the drive. Her eyes examined Andrea critically but she didn't say a word. She took Andrea's arm and led her into the house. She was wearing another one of her skin-tight cat-suits, this one in a dark violet colour, the material woven with some sort of metallic thread that made it glitter. Her suede ankle boots were black, and her long hair was brushed over her shoulders.

They headed straight for the back of the house. When it was obvious they were going to the stables Andrea breathed a sigh of relief, though she had to confess to disappointment too. Even at the risk of him asking her awkward questions, her desire to see Hawksworth again was overwhelming.

Inside her cell Laurie untied the cord that bound her wrists. ‘Take off all your clothes,' she said.

Andrea obeyed, handing Laurie each item until she was naked. The gusset of the white silk teddy was soaking wet, and had creased into a thin strip, but though Laurie must have seen it and felt it she made no comment. At least that could have been explained by what had happened with Georgina and Miles.

‘Betty will take you for a shower. I'll be back in thirty minutes.'

Andrea's heart leapt. It looked as if her master was waiting for her after all.

Betty arrived moments later and took her to the bathroom. Andrea used the toilet then showered, trying to wash away as much evidence of Freddie as she could. She then sat on a bathroom stool while Betty applied her make-up.

Andrea felt better now. The suit and the lingerie would be sent for cleaning. The evidence of her misbehaviour had been destroyed. Admittedly her bum was still raw, but if Hawksworth asked her about that she would not have to lie.

Back in her cell she found clothes lying on the bed, though very few. There was a corset in black satin, boned to cinch her waist tightly, with four satin suspenders. There was a pair of sheer black stockings next to it, and on the floor a pair of black leather shoes with thin four inch heels.