Chapter 7 It's My Party and You'll Cry if I want to
CHAPTER SEVEN: "It's My Party and You'll Cry if I want to"
JULIA WAS PULLED ALONG BEHIND A LEASH. She had no idea where she was
going, or what was to take place. It frightened her, it excited her.
The pull on the leash stopped. Hands grasped her shoulders. Julia stood
still, unable to see, unable to speak. The tight rubber hood she wore muffled
sound, but she could hear. She gasped as unseen hands tugged on the chain
attached to her tender nipples. A woman laughed. A slap across her breast. Fire
raced through her breasts and chest. The chains made a jangling sound.
A touch on her naked buttocks. A second hand caressed her furry mons.
She arched her back in pleasure/fear. Julia felt something being attached to her
right ankle. When she moved her foot ever so slightly, she felt the pull of a
chain. She waited for the process to be repeated on her other leg, but nothing
happened.
Strong hands grasped each of her wrists, holding her captive. She felt a
strap being attached to a ring in the back of the collar she wore. One at a
time, her arms were bent at the elbow, the wrist cuffs locked to the strap. The
bondage position made her back arch, causing her to thrust her breasts forward
through the holes in the rubber garment she wore. She could feel the sweat
running beneath it. Was it from the heat? Was it anticipation? Or something
darker still?
Hands on her shoulders forced Julia to her knees. The ballgag was
unfastened - she flexed her jaws in relief. To her surprise, the rubber hood
encasing her head was unfastened and removed. Julia blinked in the sudden
brightness - she had been blindfolded for what seemed to her to be hours. She
kept her gaze downcast - she knew that for a slave to look on a master or
mistress without permission was a serious error, and she had enough to worry
about.
Alison walked across the room to where the girl stood helpless. A skin
tight, shiny black latex catsuit that looked like it was sprayed on caressed
every inch of the Mistress's well-shaped body. She moved like a sleek and
predatory jungle cat, silently, every muscle rippling with eagerness for the
hunt.
She let her gaze roam down the slave girl's body, admiring the way she
had been prepared. Arms sheathed in opera length latex bondage mitts. A tight,
tight rubber top, with holes for her breasts to be exposed and played with. A
broad leather collar to keep her head erect. Julia's legs looked extra long and
smooth in the second skin of shiny latex stockings.
Watching this tableau unfold, Mistress and her slavegirl, Lady Meranda
licked her lips in pleasurable anticipation.
Even with her eyes lowered, Julia could not help but see the long,
shapely legs of her beloved Maitresse. She could see other pairs of feet and
legs near her, some barefoot, some in stockings and heels or leather boots. She
didn't say a word as hands entwined themselves in her hair, and jerked her head
back. Julia looked up into the hard, loving gaze of her Maitresse.
"Well, my pretty little slave," cooed Alison. "You've been selected to
put on a show for us. Behave yourself, and perform well, and I will reward you
later. "
"Yes Mistress," Julia demurely replied. The woman planted a hard kiss on
Julia's mouth. A hot tongue insinuated itself between her red lips, prying open
her teeth and sweeping through the now open cavern. As suddenly as it began, the
kiss was broken off.
"Thank you, Mistress," Julia stammered, a hot blush sweeping her face.
Tenderly, Alison lovingly caressed her slave girl's cheek, smiled, then
walked away to a table nearby.
Lady Meranda strode to the centre of the room where Julia stood
trembling. The dominatrix gestured in the direction of a nearby slave who was
obviously awaiting a command. The girl crept forward, offering the Mistress a
jumble of leather straps.
"You will wear this for our pleasure," dictated Lady Meranda to the
hapless slavegirl. Expertly she began buckling straps in place - in a flash,
Julia was gagged once more, this time a round plastic tube kept her mouth open.
Smiling, Meranda slithered a finger into the gaping hole. "Mmmm, this will be
fun. We know we're going to enjoy it, but you know what?" The woman's voice took
on a darker tone. "We don't care if you do!!" purred the silky feminine voice.
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FROM WHERE HE SAT, tied to the bondage chair, Colin could see the
impudent female slave, suspended upside down with her legs wide apart, her sex
exposed for all the world to see. A man, the one who had been in the room before
with Mistress Alison, entered the room. The Master crossed the room, oblivious
to Colin, and stood before the female. He ran his hands up her legs from her
thigh to her ankles, then slowly back down again. She squirmed in her suspension
at his touch.
"You're the hot one, aren't you!" he laughed. He ran his fingers through
her muff, wringing a moan from the girl. Laughing, he began to slap her female
core, not hard, but in a steady rhythm. She began to move in response to his
touch. After more than a dozen slaps, he reached behind her and gave her ass a
resounding smack! Tulip jerked in her bondage, and he began beating out a rhythm
on her splayed slit once more. Every so often he would deliver a stinging slap
to her thighs, her ass, her breasts, but always he would return to his steady
ministrations. The girl began to buck as he masturbated her.
"Not so fast!" he said. He pressed his body against hers, wrapping his
arms around her legs, stopping her movement. Tulip cried out in pleasure as he
suddenly buried his face in her exposed sex. His head bobbed and circled as he
tongued her, drawing gasps and cries from the suspended slave.
"Please master, let me come!" begged Tulip.
"Not yet, little slut!" he laughed. Carefully so as to keep her from
falling, he lowered her to the ground. Tulip lay still as he detached the
spreader bar. He drew her to her feet by her collar. "You're to be punished for
your impudence." He hooked a leash to her collar. Bending down, he fastened a
short hobble chain to her ankle cuffs - she could walk, but only with tiny,
mincing steps. "You're to be put on display," he said. He tugged on the leash
and began to walk to the door. "Now, heel!"
Tulip was led down a hallway to another door. The girl was not surprised
to see the people in the party room - after all, her master had brought her
there to assist in the party and festivities. But several things had changed
while she was suspended in the "green room", as the dominants had called it. The
slave girl Julia, whom she had treated so impudently, was tethered to a ring in
the floor. A male slave knelt worshipping at a dom's boots, his upraised butt
serving as a table for drinks. He was very careful not to spill! Other tops
indulged in various amusements with bottoms, or just ignored them altogether and
chatted among themselves.
Tulip noticed one of the mistresses watching her, so she immediately
cast her glance downward. Master Hassan was leading her to a corner of the room.
She concentrated on following him - she did not want to stumble and fall, not
with her arms still in the leather sheath! He stopped before a raised platform.
She could see what looked like a motor resting on a table at one end of the
platform, but she could not see what else was there.
Tulip stood still as Hassan turned to face her. Again, he pressed his
body tight against hers. She felt his chest hairs against her nipples. His hard
cock bulged beneath the leather pouch he wore; she could feel its solidity
pressing against her naked flesh. Hassan put his arms around her, and grasped
the wrist strap to the arm sheath. He stepped back, raising the sheath, forcing
her to bend at the waist. Stretching forward, she gave his chest a tentative
lick, tasting his hair against her tongue.
"Is he going to suspend me like this?" she thought. Master Hassan had
suspended her in this position many times. Tulip well understood the stresses it
placed on the leg muscles, not to mention the shoulders. She almost creamed as
she remembered the feel of her master's cock, sliding in and out of her from
behind while the position rendered her helpless.
The Master released his grip. Tulip remained as she was, bending at the
waist, arms in the air. His swollen cock sprang free as he unsnapped the leather
pouch. She dared a glance at his face, as she felt the hands grab her head.
Tulip opened her mouth, impaling herself on Hassan's hard meat. Slowly, as she
had been trained to do, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. She licked the
purple head with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive
circumsized skin beneath, leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind. The hands
pushed her head down once more, holding her there. Tulip felt his cock thrust to
the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
Suddenly, to her surprise, Tulip felt several pairs of hands on her
body, lifting her from the ground. The master she was sucking stepped back,
releasing himself from her mouth. She could feel herself being picked up bodily.
Hands kept her legs apart while she was carried over to the platform. Now she
could see the small bench at the centre of the platform. It was narrow, padded
leather. Tulip felt the cold leather against her belly, her breasts hanging free
as she was made to lie face down on the bench. The leather bench was very small
and narrow, and only just supported her weight. Her ankles were released from
the hobble chain, only to have strong hands pull them wide apart. Chains
attached to rings in the side of the platform kept her legs widely spread, so
much so that her feet did not touch the wooden platform.
Hands pulled her head back - Tulip opened her mouth as something hard
was pressed against it. She could see it was a woman who was gagging her. From
the feel of her mouth, she knew the gag was identical to the one the red haired
slave wore, a gag designed to keep her mouth open and available for use by any
one. Swiftly a blindfold was pulled over her eyes. She was beginning to
understand what the master had meant when he said she was to be put on display!
Hands supported her shoulders. Tulip felt the leather arm sheath being
unbuckled, releasing her arms. Instinctively she lowered her hands to touch the
surface of the platform, trying to help support her weight. She felt a bar being
attached to her wrist cuffs, imprisoning her arms, She heard a lock being
snapped shut - when she tried to raise her arms, they moved only about an inch -
the bar had been secured to the platform! Now she was truly helpless.
Tulip lowered her head.
"We'll have none of that, slut!" came a woman's imperious voice. A hand
entwined her hair once more, raising her head up. Tulip felt something hard
being placed beneath her chin. "This will keep that mouth of yours in just the
right position," said the unseen mistress. The slave girl tried, but she could
no longer lower her head. She felt a finger intrude in her mouth,a foreshadowing
of what was yet to come.
The first blow of the whip across her buttocks made her jump. The pain
raced like wildfire through her as she was whipped. The blows landed on her ass,
against the backs of her thighs. Six, ten, twenty strokes. Tulip moaned as hands
rubbed and kneaded her burning cheeks. The sudden striking of a riding crop in
the tender valley between her cheeks made her cry out.
Some one said, "Now it's time to warm you up."
The flogging was methodical, purposeful. Tulip winced and shuddered as
the cat-o-nine tails was used on various parts of her exposed body. The blows
were not hard enough to mark, but delivered with enough impact to bring the
blood to the top of the skin, making Tulip's whole body feel as if it were on
fire.
"Oh slave, you should see how your body is heating up," said the
mistress. "Such lovely red stripes! And so many of them!"
The rhythm of the blows changed, from soft, almost loving to harsh
thwacks, then to soft again. Some times two or three fell rapidly, then there
would be a steady rhythm of four or five, each spaced a second or two apart.
"Bring me another whip," demanded the mistress.
The rhythm of the whipping changed again as the mistress used two cats,
raining blows all over Tulip's splayed body. Hard, soft, rapidly in bunches, and
then one at a time. Tulip lost all count of how many times she was struck with
the whips. Clusters of fiery red blotches appeared on her inner thighs, her
back, across her breasts, her buttocks.
Tulip whimpered, her whole body and especially her ass and thighs,
suffused with a burning heat.
"The show is about to start," commanded a woman from somewhere behind
Tulip. "Prepare her, then go get the male."
The cool oil that dribbled between her ass cheeks felt wonderfully
soothing. She wriggled her bottom as a hand gently worked the oil around the
tender flesh. The slippery touch on her slit made Tulip gasp. A slickened finger
invaded her anally, making her squirm. A hand massaged and rubbed the oil into
her female core. Tulip reveled in the sensations. Then, as suddenly as it began,
the hands were withdrawn. Tulip lay there, panting, desperately wondering what
was to happen next, and then, after that?
Tulip winced at the bite of the nipple clamps. Her nipples were pinched
and stretched at the same time, as weights were added to the clamps. Her breath
was sucked in hard as the weights were made to spin, the motion sending rockets
of painful pleasure through her already burning breasts.
Fingers rubbed her labia, parting the tender flesh, exposing her
opening. Tulip felt pressure against her slit, something large and hard.
Instinctively, she moved toward the object, the motion making the nipple weights
swung in a pendulum motion. The object plunged into her, filling her inner core.
She was almost overwhelmed by the fullness of the object inside her. She wanted
it to move, to fuck her hard, to bring her to the release she enjoyed so much.
She squeezed her muscles, and rotated her hips as much as her bonds would allow
her. Frustration grew as she realized that she was stretched out so wickedly she
could hardly move.
The mistress watching slashed at Tulip's ass with her whip. Tulip jumped
and cried out at the sudden pain.
"You'll have plenty of time for that, you hot little slut!" sneered the
mistress. "As you will soon find out!"
Tulip heard a humming noise. Suddenly, the dildo began to move. The hard
plastic cock invading her, was pulled back, then plunged into her again, just as
if it were a man fucking her. The in-out motion continued, the artificial cock
pumping in and out, in and out, the rhythm of strokes steady and without rest or
mercy. She realized the humming noise was the sound of a motor - the cock was
mechanized!
The mistress patted Tulip's ass cheeks, adding to the captive girl's
sensations. Tulip squirmed as something was slipped into her anus. Then, a
second small object, and a third - she realized she was to be filled with anal
beads, too.
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LADY MERANDA CHUCKED THE SLAVEGIRL JULIA under the chin with her riding
crop. Obediently the girl raised her head, but not her eyes.
"Good girl," purred Lady Meranda. "Remember the impudent slave in our
'Green Room'? Look and see what she is going through." She steered the slave's
head toward a corner of the room. "Aren't you glad you're not in her place?"
Julia stared at the tableau unfolding in the corner of the room. Tulip
was stretched and spreadeagled, held almost immovable by a cunning arrangement
of straps and fetters. She was being used three ways at once. Her chin supported
by a head rest, a master was making the most of her mouth, sliding his swollen
cock in and out as a gag held her jaws wide open. Julia knew she wore the same
type of gag, and a delicious tremor of anticipation shuddered down her spine.
She saw Tulip's hips pump and grind as she was mercilessly fucked by a
dildo attached to a rod. Julia's eyes grew wider as she realized that the dildo
was connected to by the rod to a small motorized pump - Tulip would have no
respite until someone turned the motor off.
A mistress dressed in leather was slowly removing anal beads from
Tulip's ass. Each time she pulled a bead out, she smacked the girl's ass with a
rubber whip. Every time Tulip jerked in reaction to the whip, the man fucking
her mouth would moan in pleasure.
"I wonder how long she'll be able to stand that," mused Lady Meranda.
Reaching down, she stroked Julia's breast. "Or how long you could take that
treatment, hmmm?"
Julia watched as the Mistress who had been whipping Tulip rested the
whip on the girl's back. Stopping the motor, the mistress attached some wires
leading from a small black box to a raised portion on the dildo, most of which
was still penetrating the slavegirl. Satisfied she had the connections right,
the Mistress picked up the black box and restarted the motor.
"Well, this will be interesting," mused Lady Meranda. "Slave Tulip's
about to get a new surprise. A shocking surprise, if you will." Mistress
laughed.
The dildo resumed pumping in and out of Tulip. Holding the box with one
hand, the mistress turned a dial. Tulip moaned into the cock filling her mouth.
Her hips bucked wildly.
"You see, slave," Lady Meranda explained, "it's not just motorized, but
every time the knobs on the plastic cock touch her labia or clit, she gets a
mild shock. Not enough to hurt her, at least, not yet - the mistress can
increase the voltage", she mused.
Julia watched as the girl writhed in her bondage, helpless and
tormented.
The mistress turned Julia's head to face her own gaze.
"Maybe I'll let you experience that later," she said menacingly. "What
do you think, hmmm?"
Julia's eyes widened in fear.
Lady Meranda laughed. "Don't worry, I have something quite amusing in
mind for you." She saw two slaves lead a bound male into the room. She clapped
her hands, and announced, "Come everybody, it's time for the fox and hound!" She
turned to Julia with an evil grin. "And you're the fox the hound must catch!"
