Safeword Quinacridone (28 page)

Surprised at how well it molded to her head, she was relieved to discover the pert little nose was actually larger than her own and completely open below her nostrils to allow for plenty of breathing room. The mesh fabric also allowed her to pull air in through her mouth around the ball.

The painted-on eyes blocked her vision but she could see light around them. Without her sight, her other senses kicked into high gear and her clit throbbed double-time as Travis’ agile fingers smoothed the latex at the top of her throat before fiddling with a strap under her chin, tightening it until her jaw was as closed as it would go around the ball pressing on her tongue. He tucked the strap under and fastened the built in collar at the base of the mask.

The pressure of the collar increased briefly as he inserted a finger to test for tightness, and she felt the finger trail south and go around her right breast before spiraling in until it circled her nipple and finally stopped to tweak it. Hard. The fire inside of her had grown so it wouldn’t take much to make her come and she was simultaneously worried she’d have an orgasm without permission, and excited about the prospect of punishment if she did. As her heart raced faster, she realized she was so turned on by the fear and anticipation she’d probably have absolutely no control.

The light spilling around the edges of the painted eyes allowed her to sense silhouettes of the furniture to her left and right, though she couldn’t make out anything in detail and saw nothing in front of her. She’d likely perceive the movement of people eating on either side while she was in the center of the table, playing the part of the candelabra.

“Say ‘red’ for me, please.”

She tried to use her lips to substitute for her tongue but what came out was nothing more than a grunt.

“Try quinacridone.”

Certainly it was her imagination, but she could almost make out the rhythm and basic idea of the word.

“Since you aren’t allowed to talk and won’t be saying anything else, I should understand it. I’ll have you say it downstairs so the others can hear it as well. Everyone will recognize the house pattern in grunts or taps, but if the safeword comes out in a moment of panic I want people to know what it is. Now, turn around, spread your legs, and grab your ankles
. I
t’s time to get you lubed for the evening.”

Cara thought they were going downstairs for wax play and wasn’t sure why it was necessary to lube her ass now, but she kept her mouth shut and followed instructions. A single slick finger entered her ass and swished in and out a few times before withdrawing, and a cold baby wipe cleaned the outside.

“Feel free to scream in pain and moan in pleasure; but don’t use words. Also, don
’t try to plead with your moans. S
laves don’t make demands and that’s how begging is seen by this crowd.”

His hand grasped her arm, helping her up as he told her to stand, and the sound of flesh striking flesh made her heart stutter a half-second before her right ass cheek erupted in heat. Cuffs were buckled onto her wrists over the latex as Travis continued to talk. “You won’t feel the restraints on the table unless you attempt to move, so don’t try. There are dozens of ten-pound arch shaped weights, and we’ll situate several over your arms and legs to keep them in place. They won’t touch you, but you’ll have around eighty pounds over each arm and a good bit more over both legs. Each arch has a small bell on top and will ring if jostled; I’d like you to do me proud and keep the bell ringing to a minimum — your arms will have a few inches of movement but your legs won’t have near as much.”

His footsteps moved away, stopped, and returned. She yelped as fingers grabbed her right nipple and rubbed all around it. She was prepared for him to seize her other nipple when his fingers lifted, but she jerked and gasped anyway.

“Jacob sent a stain for your nipples, which are now as red as your painted on lips.”

She felt tissue wiping to remove the excess stain and wished he’d done it before he put the mask on so she could’ve seen how they looked.

Cara was ready for him to take her downstairs and stop talking but she listened and nodded and tried not to fidget. Her wrists were attached behind her back and then,
finally
, he told her to walk with him.

He coached her down the steps and through the house, and Cara could hear a room full of voices long before reaching them. She heard people welcoming “Dennis,” and asking who he had with him. He introduced her as slave Sarah and quipped that tonight she was his doll.

Someone asked if he wasn’t planning to share his doll, but he only said, “At the moment I’m rock hard and plan to make use of my blow-up fuck-toy’s ass. Would anyone like to volunteer the arm of their chair?”

Cara’s feet moved from hard surface to luxurious carpet. Hands gently bent her over a padded armchair and her upper body landed in a stranger’s clothed lap; a stiff cock pressed into her left shoulder as one of the man’s hands rested on her ass cheek and the other raised goose bumps as it caressed bare skin at the back of her neck just below the collar.

She heard Travis tell him to keep his hands where they could be seen and she felt the head of his cock at her asshole as his fingers gripped her hips. There was no pause and no warning before he shoved into her violently, sinking to his balls in one savage plunge. Cara screamed in surprise and pain, her body instinctively trying to lift but the unknown man’s hands held her down, igniting a spontaneous orgasm as Travis barked out an order to “Come for me, Bitch.”

He fucked her through the climax, his movements brutal, feral. A voice to her right ordered a slave to sit her ass on his cock, a casual command given with no thought of the rights or feelings of the woman he owned. Cara heard slapping sounds, as if someone were being spanked, and heard a squeal and cry of the slave she imagined had just impaled her ass on her owner’s cock. It occurred to her the room might assume Travis had taken her dry, as he’d used very little lube and had wiped all evidence on the outside away.

Travis’ voice told someone he could “abuse the fuck-toy’s nipples,” and the hand on her back smoothed its way down her spine, around her torso, and under her body. Her left nipple exploded in pain and she sucked air in and screamed around the ball in her mouth. Travis’ thrusts grew faster and more erratic as he leaned forward and said, “Be a good little fuck-toy and come so I can feel that tight ass squeezing around my cock. My three-holed fuck-doll with matching lips and nipples, matching toes and hair, come for me. Now.”

Her body took over and the spasms came to life deep inside and shot to her clit as it pressed into the arm of the chair and sent her entire lower torso into wave after wave of obliterating pleasure as Travis ruthlessly fucked her ass.

When her orgasm faded she felt him pull out without coming, and hands quickly lifted and turned her. She found herself supine on the floor with her knees by her ears and his cock shoved into in her ass again. He mercilessly pumped another two dozen times as she screamed from the pain, her climax taking away the edge she’d needed to enjoy it. He pulled out and grunted, and warmth splashed onto her stomach.

She realized he didn’t want her paranoid about cum leaking from her ass, and she remembered he loved her. Cara wondered if the other slaves were loved and adored, or if they were only considered property by their Masters.

Strong fingers worked the cum into the skin of her abdomen and breasts before she was lifted into strange arms and carried like a baby. Travis’ voice kept her panic down as she heard, “Just center her on the table and we’ll get the restraints on, and you can all hear her scream some more as I encase her in wax.”

* * * *

By the time the wax was removed and she was carried to the bedroom Cara was so horny she thought she’d self-combust. He’d inserted a remote control vibrating butt plug and dildo, and then turned them on and off throughout dinner as she lay motionless with the heat of the candles softening her carapace at key places as they burned on and around her. He’d put a dome over her clit before pouring the wax, and it’d felt like he’d thoroughly coated everything except her arms, mask, and clit. They’d even poked candles between some of her toes and poured wax to plaster her feet in the pose her ballet boots usually forced them. She’d heard a bell when she tried to move her foot, so they’d used one of the weighted arches to help restrain even her feet.

Travis had oiled her first and the wax came off easily when dinner was finally over. She had no idea who carried her but he was quite strong and she wondered if she might have to give him special services later in payment. The idea turned her on and shamed her, as it almost felt like cheating on Travis — being made to do it was one thing, but wishing for it was terrible.

The door closed and the collar was released just before the strap under her chin went away and the mask was drawn up and over her head. She was told to keep her eyes shut moments before a blissfully cool wind caressed her face and she heard the whirring hum of a fan. Fingers gently touched her lips, encouraging them to open, and the ball was removed.

“Permission to speak softly if there’s information I need.”

“I need to come.”

Travis gave his evil chuckle and Cara thought she might come a
t the sound of it. He said, “Oh
yes, I know you do, and I promise you will — but not yet. You’ll have a different hood when we go back.” The fan moved away from her face and she opened her eyes to see a latex mask with the same hair and eyes, and with a large hole where her mouth and nose would be.

She angled her gaze to Travis and his lips curled into a roguish smile. “A three-holed fuck-doll, my dear slave; this’ll make all your holes available. Anyone in your mouth besides me will wear a condom, but when I come you’ll swallow every last drop. The penalties here for spitting on purpose involve the customary caning followed by a jennings gag and people pissing into your mouth and all over your head. I’ll volunteer to leave before I let it happen, but I hope you don’t choose to spit. Accidently spilling a few drops is okay but be careful it isn’t too many. I have much planned for us and if we have to leave it won’t happen.”

Cara’s eyes grew huge at the idea of someone peeing in her mouth. Her insides fluttered and warmed at the thought of other people being forced to undergo such things, but she was glad Travis didn’t appear interested. The image of Travis peeing on her was disturbingly arousing, but a stranger doing it was sick.

“Would
...
would you want to do that
...
to me?” Her voice squeaked on the last part and she looked down.

Travis moved closer and put his fingers under her chin, raising her head to force eye contact. “The idea turns you on?”

It did, but it also scared her. “I don’t
...
I mean, yeah, but, not to me. I think I’d like to see it happen to someone else. Is that wrong?”

He smiled affectionately and grazed her forehead with his lips. “No, it isn’t wrong. You can’t watch this weekend even if it happens right in front of you, but I can arrange for you to play voyeur some other time.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers and gave her another quick peck on the lips. “You really are a dream come true, and I love you so much, Cara Mia. Now, stand and turn around so I can be sure we removed all the wax. I think I’ll oil you again too, because getting your next outfit on will a bit of a trick.

* * * *

Cara was enveloped in latex from ankles to neck, and the suit pushed into her pussy and ass, turning them into pockets, sort of. It felt all kinds of wrong, but as he inserted oiled fingers in both ‘pockets’ she comprehended how the costume turned her into even more of a fuck-doll than she’d been earlier. She moaned and pushed into his hand and he chuckled and withdrew. “Let’s walk to the mirror so you can see yourself.”

She hadn’t realized how much her makeup had run in the mask, but her face looked horrible with eye shadow and eyeliner smeared and running down her cheeks. She reached up to wipe it but halted as she remembered the latex sleeves had taken her hands.

He gently pushed her arm down and slid his hand up to stroke the side of her throat, his voice kind as he said, “No Cara Mia, I want you looking like this under your mask. It makes you look like a well-fucked little bitch. Also, no one’ll recognize you if it needs to come off.” His smile turned feral and his voice harsh as he added, “They’ll just see the fuck-slave they all believe you to be.”

He sat her on the edge of the bed, laced her ballet boots on, and attached fake plastic hands at the ends of her arms before stretching the new mask over her head and face, taking her sight once more. She felt him staining her lips as well as her nipples this time, and her stomach did flip-flops when she heard a knock on the door.

Travis’ footsteps moved away, the door opened, closed, and two pair of footsteps returned as Travis said, “I just need to get the tongue clamped and holes lubed and it’ll be ready to take downstairs.”

Fingers touched her lips and she obediently opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into the cool air. He must’ve had the rubber bands around one end already as she felt the chopsticks scissor down and rapidly grow tighter with each loop of the elastic band on the other side. When he removed his hands she tried to pull the trapped appendage into her mouth but the sticks were too long. She gingerly closed her teeth and lips around it, feeling the bottom chopstick more than the one on top
,
though both hovered between pain and discomfort. She could handle this for a little while but already felt her tongue dehydrating and suspected the dryness would soon bother her more than the pressure.