Lynne

CHAPTER 34 NEW OWNERS

LYNNE: CHAPTER 34. NEW OWNERS.

 " Turn around." Lynne heard the voice and turned around but her mind was still
somewhere else.
" Bend over." The couple watched Lynne bend over. Lynne could hear them talking
about her, but she never heard what they said until she heard a woman's voice
say: " She's just what I want."
Lynne was still bent over facing the wall when the bell sounded again. She stood
up slowly and looked around, the couple who had been looking at her were gone.
Lynne was lying on the bed thinking about all that had happened, her husband,
the Blonde Woman; so much had happened. The door swung open and John walked into
the room. " Don't go out in your Window anymore. We've found a buyer for you.
But they want you delivered."
" Yes Sir."
" Get up and take the robe off. I fuck all the merchandise here."
" Yes Sir." She stood up, dropped the robe on the floor and then knelt in front
of John and undid his zipper.
" Do your stuff slut."
He was a big man, tall and solid, and he had a very big cock when it was soft;
Lynne wondered how big it would be when she got him hard; it just kept getting
bigger the longer she sucked on it; not particularly thick, but it was so long.
She had both hands around it and it still filled her mouth.
He bent her over the bed and fucked her from behind. Then she felt it against
her arse hole. " Oh Shit." She panted. He was too big for that, but she couldn't
say anything, it was up to him what he did with her. She groaned loudly as he
slid his cock up her arse. " Oh God." She groaned again as she felt it slide
deeper inside her; but he fucked her gently, he didn't want to damage the
merchandise.
When he was ready he had her lie on the bed and he straddled her and put his
cock between her tits. Lynne pushed her tits tightly together and he fucked her
like that with the tip of his cock jabbing at her mouth with every thrust.
She opened her mouth when he came and caught most of it in her mouth and
hungrily swallowed it down. When he was finished he got off her and told her to
have a shower and clean herself up. His son would be home from school soon and
he might want to fuck her too.
Lynne was lying on the bed, her hair still damp when the door opened and John
walked in with a boy probably no more than 14 or 15 years old.
" Show me what you got slut." The boy said in a boys voice.
" Yes Sir." Lynne said nervously as she stood up and took off her robe. " He's
so young." Lynne kept saying to herself. " He's so fucking young."
" She's too old." The boy said disinterestedly. " She's a fucking Granny. Can I
go round to Phil's place dad ?"
" Yeah sure." John said as he shot Lynne an angry glare.
She sat on her bed and waited. She wasn't sure what would happen next or when,
all she could do was wait. When Greg came into her room Lynne didn't know she
had been waiting for just over 15 hours.
She had curled up on the bed and drifted off to sleep a couple of times, but she
found she didn't need a lot of sleep these days. It was while she was curled up
on the bed with her eyes closed that Lynne realised she hadn't seen the people
who had bought her. She'd been so lost in her thoughts about her husband that by
the time reality returned they'd gone. She had a vague memory of both a male and
a female voice talking about her or to her, but she wasn't sure now.
She had no idea who had bought her or what they looked like or what they were
going to do with her. She felt uneasy, not terrified, but concerned, worried.
She found it difficult to sleep.
Greg led Lynne down the hallway and outside into a brisk spring morning. She was
naked, and the cool air made her nipples stand erect. Greg opened the door of a
sign written delivery van and strapped Lynne to the wall. There was an antique
roll-top desk strapped to the wall opposite her. Lynne wasn't the only piece of
merchandise being delivered today.
Another man, a much younger man, in the same grey over-alls as Greg got in the
front of the van on the drivers side. " What have we got today Greg ?"
" One desk and one slut." Greg said jumping into the passengers seat.  The
younger man turned around and looked at Lynne and the desk strapped to the walls
in the back of the van." I like the desk, don't go much on the slut though."
" The desk hasn't been used as much." Greg said and they both laughed.
" How much did they pay for the slut ?" The younger man asked as he started the
van and put it into gear.
" Don't know." Greg answered looking back at Lynne again. " But it would have to
be less than they paid for desk."
Lynne just stared at the floor. She enjoyed being humiliated, but not like this.
" How much did they pay for me ?" Lynne wondered to herself. Someone had
actually bought her; paid money for her; owned her; she had new owners.
Lynne found herself caught up in a mixture of emotions. It was all so bizarre.
It felt so strange. But above everything, knowing someone had bought her and now
owned her aroused Lynne in ways she had never been aroused before.
She didn't understand herself anymore, but she didn't care anymore.  She looked
out the back window of the van and saw the city skyline fading in the distance.
They were headed South. She wondered if people could see in but doubted it. The
windows were tinted, they probably wanted her to feel like people could see her,
but she knew they couldn't. No one looked at her or honked their horns or yelled
things at her as they drove past. Not like they did when she was in the back of
the car with Paula.
Lynne watched as the traffic thinned and the van sped up, they were on a tollway
or freeway. An hour passed or maybe two, perhaps it was even longer;
Lynne really had no idea of time anymore.
She felt the van turn off onto an exit and slow down, there were fly-overs; a
sign that said something about Bowral, and then they were on an old road, rough
with potholes and it was narrow. She watched the little white lines snake off
into the distance as the van drove on. Then it stopped, and turned left up a
long winding driveway that weaved it's way through a forest of gum trees. Then
the trees began to fade into the distance.
The van stopped. Greg and the younger man got out and the door at the side slid
open. They paid little if any attention to Lynne as they put thick straps around
their shoulders and very gently lifted the antique roll-top desk out of the van.
She could see a large garden area with manicured lawns and shrubs. Greg and the
younger man returned; untied her and dragged her from the van. They didn't treat
her with the care they treated the roll-top desk. They were under a portico in
front of a huge old two story house.
They stood each side of her; each holding an arm tighter than they needed to and
took her into the house. High ornate ceilings, expensive antique furniture, a
woman in a maids uniform was vacuuming a boldly colourful Persian rug. The woman
didn't look at her. It was as if she didn't even see her as she was led naked no
more than three feet in front of her.
Then she was dumped on a rug. The warmth from an ornate fire place behind her
felt good on her skin. The roll-top desk in a corner, an antique settee in front
of her.
" See ya slut." Greg said without looking at her.
" I bet they send her back for a refund." The younger man said as they walked
away laughing quietly. Lynne sat crouched on the floor waiting, wondering what
would happen next.
" In here Peter". She heard a woman's voice say.
" What do you think Kate ? You still like her ?"  A couple in their late 20s sat
on the settee in front of her.
" Yes. She's just what I wanted."
Peter was a very average looking man, well dressed, and not unattractive. Kate
was a large woman; not grossly overweight but too overweight. She had short
blonde hair and a reasonably pretty face. She could have looked really
attractive if she tried. The jeans and top she wore didn't suit her figure at
all.  The man looked at Lynne.
" Get up." She quickly got to her feet and stood in front of them. " We've
bought you primarily for my wife's use. Your main role here is to attend to her
needs. I will from time to time have other uses for you as well." He paused for
a moment. Lynne didn't know if she was expected to say something or not. " Do
you enjoy pain Lynne ?"
" Yes Master." She tried to answer with conviction, but her voice was nervous,
unconvincing.
" Good. But I promise you that you won't enjoy the pain you will receive if you
disobey either of us. We've had a number of women like you. We expect complete
obedience. I have no tolerance for women like you who don't do as their told."
He kissed Kate on the cheek and stood up. " We'll have some fun with her
tonight. I should be back about 5.00."
" Okay sweetheart. I'm sure Lynne will keep me entertained while you're gone.
But try and get home earlier."
The room was silent except for the ticking of an antique  clock on the mantle
piece. Kate just sat on the settee looking at Lynne. The clock seemed to get
louder the longer Kate just sat there looking at her.
Lynne didn't know whether to look at Kate, or at the floor, and the clock just
kept getting louder as Kate just sat there looking at her. A log on the fire
suddenly fell and Lynne spun around in fright.
" Edgy little thing aren't you. Come with me." Lynne turned her eyes back from
the fireplace.
" Yes Mistress." Kate glared at her. " Here, you don't speak unless you're told
to. I don't expect to have to tell you that again."
Lynne followed her out of the room. She kept a few paces behind Kate; her eyes
on the floor, her head bowed.
The house was huge, rooms, hallways, doors everywhere. Kate took a brass key
from the pocket of her jeans and unlocked a door at the end of a long hallway. 
She flicked a light switch on and walked down a steep spiral staircase.
At the bottom of the stares was a cold, dank and dingy space. It was dark,
almost black. The light at the top of the staircase added to the eerie feel of
the place they were in.
Kate disappeared into the darkness from the faint pool of light they were
standing in at the bottom of the stairs. Lynne heard a noise and bright lights
came on from high above her. They were in a basement that had been remodelled to
replicate a medieval dungeon.
Stone block walls with thick unlit Candles and Torch lights. Large round metal
wheels filled with thick unlit Candles hung from the ceiling. A prison cell with
heavy steel bars in one corner. Chains and shackles and devices of torture
around the room. Racks and Stocks and Whipping posts.
There were other apparatus in the large space, Lynne didn't want to know what
they were or how they were used; she guessed she'd find out.
Kate let Lynne take in what she saw; let her think about what they would do to
her in here; let her fear what they would do to her in here. She watched the
expression on Lynne's face as she looked around the room. Then Kate walked
toward an Arch shaped door behind the Spiral staircase. Lynne followed meekly
and silently behind her.
The place on the other side of the door was far less intimidating. A large open
space, lit with a bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. An old furnace in
one corner, a modern Air Conditioning unit in the other. An old and dirty toilet
and shower that had been added long after the house was built was in another
corner, and a small bed in the corner opposite.
Everything was in the corners and against the walls. The middle of the room was
bare, empty; except for a spiral staircase.  They were in a simple servants
quarters from an era long past: now it was Lynne's home.
" Here you will always wear the clothes of a servant girl; unless we wish
otherwise. Clean yourself up, get dressed and wait for Jenny in the Solarium."
With that Kate disappeared up the spiral staircase.
Lynne looked around nervously. She found towels, toiletries, lingerie and
cosmetics in an old dresser behind the furnace; and old fashioned maids uniforms
in a wardrobe beside the dresser.
Lynne showered quickly, the water was barely lukewarm, and she dressed how she
thought Kate wanted her to dress. Black stockings, garter, G-string panties, and
black high heeled shoes. Everything fit her perfectly.
The French Maid style uniform was similar to what Cherie and Kelly had worn at
the Blonde Woman's house. The dress was very short, and the neckline  a very low
cut 'U' shape. There were no bra's among the lingerie.
Lynne looked at herself in an old, full length cracked and blackened mirror on
the inside of a door on the wardrobe. She could see the tops of her stockings
and the clasps that attached them to her garter. She brushed her hair back and
the movement of her arms lifted the hem of her skirt enough to show the crotch
of her black panties. The hem lifted again as she fixed the white headpiece to
her hair, and again, as she tied the little white apron around her waist.
Lynne looked at herself in the mirror, turned to one side and then the other,
lent over slightly and played with the hem of her dress. She looked so slutty. 
Her tits threatened to fall out of her dress everytime she lent forward; her hem
was so short you could see the crack of her arse from behind and the crotch of
her panties from the front whenever she moved. She looked so incredibly slutty
and cheap. Lynne thought she looked like a maid in a porno movie; about to get
"Gang Banged" in the Solarium by her masters football team.
Lynne cursed herself when she saw the damp patch on her crotch. She thought
about changing her panties but knew there was no point.
" They bought you because you're a slut." Lynne said to herself in the Mirror. 
" And slut's like you are always wet. Slut's like you always have wet cunts and
wet panties. They got what they paid for."
Lynne could have rubbed herself between the legs and cum like that in front of
the mirror. She loved the medieval dungeon, loved the servants quarters where
they would keep her; loved being dressed like this. She suddenly saw the look in
her eyes and knew she was losing control of herself. "Settle down slut." She
said smiling at herself in the mirror.
She quickly put on some make-up, hoping that Kate wanted her to, but not really
knowing if she did. There was nail polish among the cosmetics  that had been
left there for her. Lynne didn't know whether to put it on or not. She didn't
really know what Kate wanted her to do. She didn't know how long she had, or who
Jenny was, or where the Solarium was.
Lynne's hands with her finger nails painted a bright red were shaking as she
ascended the spiral staircase. There was a landing at the top of the stairs with
a heavy timber door straight ahead of her. Her palms were sweaty as she reached
out and turned the porcelain handle.
The door opened into a storeroom, a bright fluorescent light in the middle of
the ceiling. The room was full of cleaning equipment: Mops, brooms, buckets,
bottles and cans of cleaning products. There was another door straight ahead.
The second door creaked open onto a large anteroom with a chandelier hanging in
the middle from the high ceiling.
A woman in a plain black uniform and black stockings was on her hands and knees
polishing the white marble floor. Lynne crept out through the door, her eyes
wide, nervous and excited. She spun around when the door banged behind her. The
door was underneath a sweeping staircase that arched around behind her and above
her.
Lynne found the imposing grandeur of the house intimidating. She'd never seen
anything like it before. The sheer size of the place, it's opulence, the blatant
display of affluence of those who owned it; of those who owned her.
The sound of Lynne's heels on the marble floor echoed around the room as she
nervously approached the woman polishing the floor. " Excuse me." Lynne said
timidly. The woman ignored her. " Excuse me." She said again, but it was as if
she wasn't there. The servant woman just continued with her work.
Lynne backed away slowly, confused; why did the woman ignore her ? She wandered
through the house, into a sitting room. There was a large framed wedding photo
above a fireplace. She recognised Peter straight away but had to look twice at
the woman in the photo.
She was slim, with long blonde hair. She looked radiant; a stunningly attractive
woman. It was Kate. The photo would only have been a few years old. "Why did she
cut off her beautiful hair ?" Lynne wondered to herself. There were other
photo's on the mantle piece. Each showed a slim attractive woman with long
blonde hair. One was of Kate on a beach, she was in a bikini. She had a great
figure: Long tanned legs, the hour-glass shape women dream of; a small tight
arse; large firm breasts. How did she put on so much weight ? Why did she let
herself go like that ?
Lynne was growing more apprehensive as she wandered down a long hallway, with
doors running off either side, she went back the way she came and then stopped
and looked back down the hallway again. Her hands fidgeted  and she bit her lip
nervously. She didn't know whether to open one of the doors or not.
She took a deep breath and opened a door. She was in a kitchen. A woman in a
plain black uniform was standing behind a bench basting a leg of lamb, she
didn't look up. " Excuse me....."  The woman didn't acknowledge her.  Lynne was
becoming increasingly anxious; perhaps she wasn't meant to speak to the
servants. " Lost are we ?" A voice said from behind her and Lynne spun around.
" You were suppose to meet me in the Solarium." Jenny was a plain looking woman
with long reddish hair. She wore the same plain black dress, black stockings and
low heeled black shoes as the others.
Lynne followed her through another door, past the anteroom, down a hall and into
a large glassed-in area that looked out over a swimming pool, tennis court and
lush pastures in the distance. The Solarium was paved and filled with plants and
flowers in pots on the ground and hanging from the ceiling and in garden beds of
various shapes and sizes.
" Madam has told me I have to speak with you this one time; but it will only be
this one time and I intend to get it over with as quickly as possible." Jenny's
voice was filled with contempt.
" There are a lot of weird things go on in this house, but we're paid good and
aren't expected to put up with any weird shit ourselves. That's your department.
There's other people that work here, you saw Ruth in the anteroom and Dale in
the kitchen. There are others; chamber maids, gardeners; all women; but all
'normal' women."
" I've worked here for three years and I get paid ten times what I could make
anywhere else scrubbing floors and doing washing. I need this job, so I put up
with the likes of you; but you don't exist as far as the servants are concerned. 
We do our jobs and go home to our husbands and children. We're normal.
You're......."
Jenny couldn't think of a word to describe what she thought of Lynne. " Don't
judge me you fucking bitch." Lynne said to herself. But she said nothing to
Jenny.
She showed Lynne through the house. Speaking down to her in a spiteful tone the
whole time; looking at her with disgust in her eyes the whole time.
" This is the main Sitting room, but you spend most of your time on your back,
don't you ?"  She spat her words at Lynne. A look of utter abhorrence  on her
face. " Look at you, you make me sick."
" I'll take it from here Jenny." Kate said as she walked into the room.
" Thank you Madam."
" And you won't have to talk to IT again. It doesn't exist as far as you're
concerned."
" Thank you Madam." She gave Lynne one more spiteful glare before she left her
alone with Kate.
" Don't you look nice like that." Kate said running her eyes over Lynne." You
look so slutty, so cheap. I'll have Jenny take the hem of your dresses up; I
want to be able to see the crotch of your panties. The hem is just an inch too
low."
She lifted the front of Lynne's dress. " You've stained your panties already. 
You're such a dirty little slut, with such a dirty little cunt." Kate lifted her
dress higher staring at her wet panties.
"It might be better if you don't wear any panties at all.....But then you'll
only leak all over the floor." Kate paused for a moment as if in deep thought. 
" Maybe you should wear a Tampon at all times; to soak up all that cunt juice of
yours..........Yes. And you could leave the string hanging down between your
legs............I like the sound of that."
Kate dropped the front of her dress and circled her, looking at her, then she
lifted the back of her dress. Lynne heard a soft knock on the door behind her.
" Excuse me Madam."
" What is it Jenny?" Kate lifted the back of Lynne's dress higher.
" I'm sorry to disturb you Madam, Sir is home and asks that you meet him for
drinks in the Parlour." She spoke softly and politely, no hint in her voice of
being surprised or shocked at the way Kate was examining Lynne." He also asks
that you bring IT with you."
" You don't understand. Do you little slut ?" Lynne's Mistress said after Jenny
had gone. " You don't understand why we have 'normal' servants like Jenny.  Why
we let them see you, see what we do with you. I'll let you try and figure it
out." Kate laughed and turned around. " Come with me slut."
Lynne followed Kate into the Parlour. Four matching antique couches formed a
square around a large coffee table, about five feet square, made of heavy timber
and stained a dark reddish colour. It stood about two feet off the floor.  Peter
was sitting on one of the couches, a glass of Sherry in his hand. He stood and
kissed Kate softly on her cheek, and they sat together on the couch.
" Well, what do you think ?" Peter looked at Lynne. His eyes starting at her
feet and running slowly up her legs, lingering on her crotch, then up to her
tits that were almost falling out of her dress, and then to her face.
" Cheap. Slutty. Just what you wanted."
" She is. Exactly what I wanted. She's so much sluttier than any of the others."
" You're like a little girl with a new toy."
" And Look at this." Kate said excitedly. " Show him what you've done to your
new panties." Lynne lifted the front of her skirt and spread her legs a little.
The damp patch was darker now, and had spread further across her crotch.
" She's got slut written all over her. I told you that when we first saw her."
" I was thinking of having her use a Tampon. To soak all that up. She's such a
horny little thing. She's probably dripping like this all the time. And she
could leave the string hanging down between her legs so we'd know she wasn't
going to leave a trail wherever she went."
" It would have to be extra absorbent." Peter smiled." But it's worth trying. We
can't have her walking around like that all the time."
Kate rang a bell on the coffee table in front of them. Jenny seemed to appear
from nowhere. " Yes Madam."
" Get IT a Tampon."
" Certainly Madam." Jenny excused herself and quickly returned.
" Just put it on the table."
" Yes Madam." Lynne looked at the Tampon with a mixture of emotions. This was an
immensely humiliating thing they were doing to her; but her panties were soaked
now. Kate told her to take her panties off and put the Tampon in.
Lynne reached up under her skirt, pulled her panties down and stepped out of
them. She held them in her hand, looking around nervously: " What do I do with
them now ?" Peter and Kate were watching her. They both liked cheap sluts; dirty
sluts. Lynne screwed her panties into a ball and put them in her mouth.
" I told you she's a dirty slut." Kate said, with more than just a hint of
simmering lust in her voice. Her panties were just as wet as Lynne's.
They watched Lynne put the Tampon inside herself and then had her stand on an
embroidered linen place-mat in the middle of the coffee table, the string from
the Tampon hanging down between her legs.
" Excuse me Sir, Madam." Jenny didn't look at the new ornament on the coffee
table. " You have visitors."
Three couples in their late 20s walked in behind her. There was a murmur of
voices as they exchanged greetings. Then everybody's attention turned to Lynne.
" She's a slutty looking thing."
" Tacky."
" Cheap."
" She's got a bald pussy."
" What's that hanging out of her ?"
" She's a horny looking bitch."
" She's a bit old."
" Whose panties has she got in her mouth ?"
" I like her."
" I don't."

Lynne couldn't keep up with all the things being said about her. Everyone spoke
at once.
They sat on the couches around her. Jenny served them drinks while they looked
at Lynne and discussed her. Lynne could feel her lips swelling, her clit
throbbing, her juices flowing, the Tampon inside her. A sudden surge of pleasure
ran from between her legs and she moaned softly. Everybody stopped talking and
looked at her; and then laughed at her.
One of the women leaned forward and pulled lightly on the string hanging between
her legs. Lynne moaned again, much louder this time.  Then someone else tugged
on the string, and then another. It soon became a game; they were taking it in
turns pulling on the string. Lynne's body responded each time.
" For Christ sake don't pull it out of her." One of the men said.
Lynne was grunting loudly now; there were hands grabbing at the string hanging
between her legs; they were all saying  disgusting things about her. It was all
so degrading, so humiliating, Lynne loved it. She spread her legs further apart;
her hips were thrusting towards the hands reaching between her legs; she was no
longer in control of herself.
Lynne's face reflected the desperation building inside her. She wanted to cum,
needed to cum, but somehow managed to stop herself. Kate stood in front of her,
and slowly, deliberately tugged gently on the string hanging down between her
legs.
" You're such a dirty little slut. You could cum with us just pulling on this
little string, couldn't you slut ?" The room was silent now as everybody sat and
watched Kate playing with her new toy. " Get yourself off. We want to see what a
slut like you looks like when she cums. And take your filthy panties out of your
mouth. We want to hear what a slut like you sounds like when she cums."
Lynne knew her Mistress was playing with her, toying with her. She knew her
Mistress would let her rub herself until she was ready to cum, and then make her
stop. They all loved tormenting their slaves like that.
Lynne pulled her panties out of her mouth. The people around her groaned and
recoiled in disgust at the sight of the dirty slut's panties. Lynne looked at
the faces looking at her as she reached up under her dress and rubbed herself
furiously.
Her orgasm quickly gathered momentum, swelling her inside her until it was
inevitable; unstoppable.
" Tell me when you want to cum slut."
" I want to cum now please Mistress."
" Then stop..........wasting our time and cum."
Lynne could barely hold it back when her Mistress said stop and then paused. 
When Lynne heard her say to cum, her orgasm erupted inside her. She threw her
head back and screamed out. " I'm cumming Mistress.....I'm cumming.."
" Shut up and cum."
Lynne never heard what they said about the noises she made when she came.  When
she was finally aware of what was going on around her she was on her knees on
the coffee table, her legs had given way but she hadn't even noticed.  She was
still rubbing herself and moaning loudly when she saw everybody standing up.
They'd seen what they'd wanted to see. By the time Lynne was in control of
herself again everybody except her Mistress and Master had gone.
" Get up you stupid slut." Her Mistress snapped at her. Lynne felt light-headed
almost giddy as she dragged herself up to her feet again. " Now make yourself
cum again."
Lynne was panting loudly, still breathless from the orgasm that had only just
let go off her. " Yes Mistress." Lynne reached down and started rubbing herself
again. In the past she could never have cum again straight away. But everything
was different now.
It took her a while to work herself up to it again. And she could tell her
Master and Mistress were growing impatient with her. She rubbed herself faster,
she knew she could get herself off for them again if they gave her time.
" Come with us you useless slut."
Lynne followed them down the spiral staircase to the dungeon. It looked an even
more ominous place this time. The candle on the walls and hanging from the
ceiling lit the room; casting shadows in all directions, and leaving other
patches in darkness. There was the sound of water dripping somewhere; and she
thought she heard something scurry across the floor.
Lynne felt herself go pale. " They're going to punish me for taking too long to
get myself off again." A chill of excitement ran through her." Get up on there."
Kate said pointing to a rack, with chains on each end and a ratchet and handle
at the foot of the wooden device.
Lynne eased herself up onto it and lay on her back. She gasped when she saw a
reflection of herself in a mirror above her. " They're going to make me watch
while they punish me."
" Use this." Kate said as she dropped a vibrator beside her. Lynne didn't
understand. They still wanted her to get herself off again. She grabbed the
vibrator and turned it on high. It was a thick white hard plastic, about eight
inches long and two or three inches round. It slid easily up inside her.
She could hear Peter and Kate over at the other side of the dungeon as she
fucked herself with the vibrator. They weren't even watching her get herself
off.  When she was close Lynne pulled the vibrator out and pushed it hard
against her clit. She came like that, alone on the wrack, staring at herself in
the mirror above her. She watched the expressions on her face, listened to the
noises she made when she came. But she was the only one watching or listening.
" Are you finished slut?"
" Yes Mistress."
Suddenly Peter grabbed her and dragged her over to an angled wooden bench.  He
stretched her arms out in front of her and shackled her with heavy chains around
her wrists. Then she felt him pulling her legs apart, wide apart. She felt the
cold steel of a cuff wrap around her ankles.
Then she felt herself being lifted off the floor, and the bench tilted forward. 
Peter was positioning her exactly where he wanted her. Kate was beside her
holding a long curved knife, then she was behind her. Lynne couldn't see her but
she felt the cold blade of the knife against her thighs; then heard the sound as
her dress was slit up the back and peeled off her.
She couldn't see either of them now, but she felt the sting of leather across
her back. " Give her a taste." She heard Peter say. Then she saw Kate standing
beside her holding a Cat of Nine Tails. She was running the leather fingers
through her hands; her face flushed with excitement and anticipation.
" We didn't let you get yourself off for your own pleasure little slut." She
said in a low spiteful voice. " We wanted to make sure you didn't enjoy what
we're going to do to you now. This is for Peter's enjoyment not yours."
" Make the slut scream." She heard Peter say from behind her. And Kate did just
that. She flogged Lynne brutally, each blow seemed harder than the last.  Lynne
began to scream each time the leather fingers bit into her flesh.
" Make her scream." She heard Peter say again. Between blows from the whip she
felt Peter behind her, felt the tip of his cock against her arse, felt him shove
it up inside her in one savage thrust. After that, all she felt was the pain of
the whip.
The whipping stopped once Peter had cum inside her arse and pulled his cock out
of her. But the pain didn't stop for a long time. Lynne was lying on her bed in
the servants quarters, naked, her back streaked with red marks, her body smeared
with perspiration.
Lynne tried to find relief from the pain in sleep, she was just drifting off
when Kate appeared beside her. She was naked, her big tits sagging in front of
her.  She told Lynne to get on the floor. The cold concrete felt good on her
back. It helped soothe the pain from the whipping.
Kate stood over her, a foot either side of her head and squatted on her face.  "
Up my arse slut. Stick that whore tongue of yours up my arse." Lynne obeyed her
Mistress. Kate rubbed her clit while Lynne licked her arse hole. She came
quickly and noisily.  Chanting: " Lick my arse hole slut." Over and over as she
came.
When she was finished, Kate left Lynne on the floor and ascended the spiral
staircase; then the room went black. Lynne was alone in the dark, the pain from
the whipping and the taste of Kate's arse hole a reminder of what had happened
to her, and what she had become. >


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