The Slave (37 page)

“
I said to fuck him back!” Eric shouted,
smacking her again. “Move those hips! Take him in, all the way, and
then pull back! I want to see every muscle in your body moving to
fuck him!” He began to hit her regularly, one cheek and then the
other, hard and steady, making her wriggle and dance―wonderful,
spreading pain behind her and a pole of flesh inside her and a hot
man in front of her.

Eric directed the two of them for the next
several minutes, leaving Robin’s ass to glow with remembered pain
only long enough to use the same encouragement on Carl. But Carl
was obviously much more used to that kind of punishment. Robin saw
Eric bring out a whip made of long, black-rubber tresses, and
hissed in sympathetic pain as Eric used it mercilessly all over
Carl’s body.

But still, even as a trail of red lines
appeared over his shoulders and across his back and along his legs,
Carl didn’t falter. He continued to thrust and twist his hips and
grind into and against Robin until she saw stars. And it was only
when Eric used that rubber whip on her that she began to lose her
strength and feel her hands slipping in the chain. Her fingers were
getting numb.

“
What a wimp,” Eric said the first
time he saw her slip. “Get her down. I want to see her in another
position.”

“
Missionary is always appropriate for
boy-girl couples,” suggested Jimmy with a laugh.

“
All right,” Eric agreed. “Missionary
first.”

On the bare floor, Carl and Robin were
coached into position after position, until their bodies were
coated with sweat. Riding him while he lay on his back, Robin had
to endure the awful pain of those rubber lashes against her
breasts, and she started to cry. But Eric didn’t stop to examine
her tears, he only switched his attention to her back again, and as
the welts heated and then cooled to itching lines of pain, Robin
felt a new wave of pleasure wash through her.

She was put on her back with her legs up in
the air, pushed up over Carl’s shoulders. Eric liked that, and kept
them there for a long time, instructing Carl to spank her raised
ass cheeks while they were so available.

And finally, he pulled them apart, and left
Robin on her hands and knees, her most recent position, with her
legs spread and her head hanging low as she panted in shallow
breaths.

“
OK, Raul. Get covered and get in,”
Eric finally said. “Asshole. Might as well get her used to
it.”

Robin didn’t even hear Raul’s answer. To
her, only the cool pressure of a new penetration was the answer to
Eric’s direction. She moaned, but it was no great discomfort. And
unlike a lot of women she had known, she loved the feeling of
intrusion and the guilty waves of pleasure when someone or
something invaded her warm back passage.

Raul began to move gently, pushing in and
slowly pulling out.

“
Carl, I want you here. When Raul is
ready, I want you to do it at the same time. Raul, stop playing and
get to the point. Smack her a little; she needs it.”

Raul complied, and before long Robin was
grunting as he slammed his cock along her narrow channel, building
up a new heat that made her want to squirm and reach down between
her legs to help a growing orgasm to reach its full flower. But she
braced her arms against his relentless pounding and when he
suddenly pulled out of her completely, she lost her balance and
fell slightly forward, onto her elbows. She heard a slight snapping
sound, and then felt the unmistakable sensation of warm fluid
hitting her lower back, where it slipped up her spine and trickled
off her sides. And then another light shower of fluid struck her
right shoulder, to run in thin streams across her back, down her
arm and down her neck.

Her new master had had his slaves shoot
their come onto her body.

Not even Troy had done that. She trembled,
moaned, and then cried out, a faint cry that was half surrender and
half passion. Between her legs, her clit felt like it was red hot,
pounding with need.

And it wasn’t over. Jimmy dragged Jeff over,
and although Robin didn’t see it, jerked Jeff’s own dick back and
forth in a rough parody of a man’s more concentrated movements and
ordered the young man to shoot. His come also hit her back, this
time to trickle entirely down to pool at the back of her neck and
drip, slowly, through her hair.

She was marked the lowest of the household
slaves. Even the “boy” had spilled his pleasure upon her. There was
surely nothing else they could do that could shame her further. But
even as she was dismissed to shower and get ready for bed, she knew
that she was going to be proven wrong.

That night, as she lay in her bottom bunk,
she was not very surprised when Raul came over to her and showed
her his stiff cock.

“
When the masters are not around, you
obey me,” he reminded her. “And there’s no master here now. Let’s
see how you suck, new girl.”

In the darkness, she used the skill that
Chris had taught her, and rolled a condom over her fellow slave’s
cock. There didn’t seem to be anything else to do. Her masters had
said exactly what Raul quoted. Besides, what could she possibly do?
Wake them up and complain?

Raul, despite having had one orgasm already
that night, was quick in his second one. He sighed as he removed
himself from her mouth. “You’re not bad for a girl,” he admitted.
“But you have to be a lot better around here. Luckily, you’ll get a
lot of practice. Carl, you still up?”

“
Oh yeah. My turn, cunt.” And Carl’s
bunk creaked as he rose and padded over.

“
Please, guys,” Robin whispered,
“Please don’t do this. This is my first night here! Can’t I just
get a little used to things?”

“
This is getting used to things,” Raul
said, going back to his bed. “’Cause you better get used to
us.”

Another cock, another blow job, and Carl was
rougher then Raul. But luckily, he was just as quick. Robin wasn’t
to learn exactly why the slaves liked to come quickly when they had
a chance until she had spent several days in the house.

And then, when Carl finished, hissing his
discontent with her oral skills, he didn’t leave her, but stayed by
her head and called over to Jeff. “Come here, dick face, and get
some face of your own for a change.”

And Robin had to suffer the intrusion of the
houseboy’s cock as well, while Carl held onto her head and moved
her for Jeff’s obviously rare pleasure.

By the time the three men had finished with
her, her mouth was impossibly sore, her jaw aching and her head
pounding. She was exhausted, stressed out, and suddenly scared.

But then, as she stretched out between the
soft cotton sheets, she thought about what had just happened. Apart
from the knowledge and sight of her two young masters, the three
slaves of the household had all ruthlessly used her, without regard
for her own feelings or pleasure. They had spoken of her among
themselves, degrading her with their words as well as their
actions.

Between her legs, a river ran. And to her
instant understanding came the one instruction that her new masters
did not give her. Slowly, as though she really didn’t believe it,
her hand crept down to her naked pussy lips, which were barely
covering the heated moisture that had gathered in tides of pleasure
during the night. Her fingers closed around the sensitive flesh and
she pulled gently at it until she could only sigh with pleasure.
And then, in a fever of delight, she sent her fingers sliding to
that one perfect spot and danced a wild jig on her hungry clit
until she came and came and came, muffling her moans of ecstasy
with the corner of her sheet.

Perhaps her new life wouldn’t be so bad
after all. But if only there was even one other woman to share it
with.

It didn’t take long for there to rise a
certain pattern to her life. Chris Parker had told her that such
was the lot of a slave, that their lives would fit a certain rhythm
of existence from which they could receive a measure of
security.

Early in the morning, she got up with Raul,
who had been delighted to learn that she was a runner. Together,
they ran, up into the hills and down again. He was faster than she,
but she had him on distance. When they got back, they would do a
couple of laps in the pool to cool off if the weather permitted, or
just shower and get to work. He might be cruel to her during the
night, or whenever the masters gave him license to be, but he was
always cheerful in the morning.

She quickly established a working office,
anxious to prove her worth. She set up her old Rolodex and called
some of her old clients and contacts and jobbers. She called up all
the auction houses and galleries she had worked with before and
told them that she was now working as a private agent for a single
client, and let them know what her new interests would be. Some of
them expressed disbelief. Did she really give up a job that let her
handle millions of dollars a year in artwork for a single client
with eclectic tastes? What could be worth the switch?

And Robin would rub her sore buttocks
against the hard surface of her chair, look out into the yard where
Jeff was pruning bushes in the nude, and tell them that the
atmosphere in her new position just defied description.

As she proved her professional competence,
Eric began to let go of the detail work that he hated so much, and
even Jimmy got to appreciate the little things that he could just
pass on to her without thinking. When he needed a responding gift
for a wine merchant who had millions of dollars in Jimmy’s expert
care, it was Robin who found the Impressionist watercolor of a
vineyard seen through a window that had a wine glass posed
beautifully on the sill. The client went into raptures over it,
hung it in a place of honor, and sent two of his equally wealthy
friends calling.

And although neither master used her
sexually at first, both were equally likely to either punish her
for some real error or to manufacture some reason to toy with her.
Eric especially liked to watch Carl and Raul work on her, and she
got used to their touches and desires. It was ironic again; it was
almost as though she had surrogate masters.

Raul liked her, and showed it early on. Carl
remained suspicious, and it was always Carl who invited Jeff to
come and use her after lights out. It took Robin a while to notice
all of the workings in the household, but she began to realize
certain things in the first couple of weeks. Jeff was never allowed
furniture other than his bed, and was also never allowed clothing.
He was most likely to be used quickly and pushed away, and least
likely to get a treat, like a sip from a master’s glass or even a
pat on the head.

But after Robin had established herself and
begun to make a difference in how the house worked, she, too, began
to feel the wonderful pleasure that pleased attention from an owner
could give. Eating in the kitchen with Raul one night, she was
surprised to be called to the table and fed some of the dessert
from Eric’s hand. Kneeling beside him and picking up ripe
strawberries in her lips, she remembered telling Leon that she
could never really do this seriously.

Oh yes I can
, she realized, carefully
licking the sweetness from Eric’s fingers.

During the day, it was rare for any of the
slaves to bother her. There was an unwritten rule that allowed them
to do their tasks uninterrupted. After all, they all might suffer
if something vital was neglected so that someone else could have
their fun. But again, she noticed that Raul and Carl had no
compunctions about calling Jeff to them for a quickie during the
day, even if it did call him away from whatever menial task he was
performing.

* * * *

So one afternoon, while she was waiting for
a call-back from an office in New York, she was more than ready to
handle Jeff as he sauntered into her little office.

She had been a problem to dress at first. No
one except for Jeff went naked all the time, but swimwear looked
more natural on men than on women, at least to Eric’s eyes. It was
Jimmy who came up with some more appropriate garments, taking them
from a spa’s catalog. So on that particular day, Robin was wearing
hip hugger spandex shorts and a cut-off top that held her breasts
close to her body. Her throat chain touched the top of the cut-off
and gleamed. And while she was still a little too soft around the
middle to properly wear that combination, Raul had promised that a
month or two of regular workouts would turn her into a real
hardbody California girl.

“
Except that you’re too short and your
hair’s too dark,” he had muttered.

Jeff was a little sweaty from whichever
chores he had been doing last. He walked into the room and looked
over at Robin, who was doing nothing more strenuous than marking
off pages in the latest catalogs.

“
You’re not busy,” he announced,
pulling on his cock. It lengthened away from his body and
stiffened. His face was a slightly twisted mask of confidence.
Carl’s invitations had been sporadic recently, and the masters
almost never let him orgasm. He was probably horny as hell. He
indicated his dick with a jerk of his head. “Come over here and
suck me off.”

“
In your dreams,” Robin answered
smoothly. “Go away, you little pipsqueak.”

“
What?” he demanded. He dropped his
dick and came forward, leaning over her desk. He might have been a
spare youth, without much bulk on him, but he was still taller than
she was. “You don’t talk that way to me, cunt! I was here before
you!”