Chapter 8
Lisa and I subdued the stunned Ingrid by transferring my shackles and
restraints to her limbs. My strength and movements were deadened as a result of
my previous harsh mistreatment. The most assistance I could offer was to use my
dead weight and a pillow to hold Ingrid's head to the floor as Lisa did all the
work. As Ingrid had regained her senses she had screamed her muffled anger and
frustration at the new change of order of things. When I was satisfied she was
completely secured, I slowly pulled myself to my feet. Her now- released wrath
was loud and unpleasant. Using my foot on her stomach to press her to the floor
I ripped the thin pants from her legs. Twisting the cloth into a tight wad I
roughly forced it into her mouth. I had heard enough of her vile voice over the
past few days.
She continued to violently struggle violently in her bondage for several
minutes then stopped to glare up at me. There was a raw hatred in her eyes. I
was sorely tempted to kick her in the face, but I was at a point of collapse
myself and lacked even the strength to summon the needed energy to perform that
much needed act of revenge. As the adrenalin drained from my body I began to
shake. I lowered myself to the bed feeling the full weight of my abuse. I told
Lisa to unlock my collar. When I heard the lock click I fumbled with the clasp
of the hated symbol of my submission. With a last major effort I weakly flung it
away from myself.
I had briefly slept to be awakened by Lisa wiping my forehead with a cool
cloth. "Water, food, aspirin" I had whispered to her. Over the next day and
night Lisa ministered to me and by the next afternoon I began to feel some of my
strength return.
Ingrid still lay on the floor by the bed. I had forbidden Lisa from attending
to her. My former mistress had been reduced to a wretched state. She had soiled
herself. Her lips were parched and split around the protruding wad of clothing.
Her former passionate fire seemed to have died out. When I attached my collar to
her neck I saw dawning fear in her eyes.
Wordlessly I draggeddrug my new captive to the bathroom, then lifted and
rolled her into the bathtub. I turned on the cold tap, which drew an immediate
shocked reaction from her. I stood back and instructed the observing Lisa to
"clean her up"
Later on my return I found the well scrubbed and rinsed Ingrid crouched in
the tub. I pulled her unresisting legs up and out over so her stomach rested
onat the edge of the tub. I wedged myself between her wet legs forcing themher
wet legs apart. I then took her from behind in a hard manner. She was slippery
and my penis easily entered her. But, that was only the only gentle part of my
use of her. I pounded against her thighs driving her head forward into the still
full tubbath. She immediately began to struggle to get her submerged face out
offrom the water. Her restraints and my weight prevented her from gaining any
purchase. I continued my thrusting until her movements became frantic then I
used her hair to pull her face from the water. I used this means of control
until I finished with her. It was a deeply satisfactory experience.
This was the first time inof a long series of rapes I inflicted on Ingrid,
the new slave. I realized this was the worst punishment I could subject her too.
I learned she was a very responsive female and despite herself couldn't seem to
control her own passions. I wondered if the awareness of her own need and
weaknesses is what made her so cruel. During intercourse her lean frame would
buckle and thrash in her restraints as she underwent powerful orgasm after
orgasm.
I pondered the fine line between a dominant and submissive personality.
Within days her resistance had melted away. I of course kept her completely
shackled, but her demeanor had become as meek as a lamb. Without any demand from
me she had started calling me "Master'.
Although I am not by nature a vindictive man, I was not forgetful of the
terrible injustices I had suffered fromby her. I had decided on her ultimate
fate and made preparations.
A week later, I called several old friends from school to come see me in the
city. That weekend all three of my old carousing schoolmates showed up at my
door. The four of us had a notorious reputation in Cambridge as a very debauched
libertine gang of roguesrouges. We called ourselves the "whore-mongers" and the
"good" blue-blooded girls of Harvard had mostly shunned us like distasteful
outcasts. We had gloried in this distinction.
They were immediately impressed by my new living conditions. I gave them a
quick tour, which terminated in the game room. There I had made a grand
pronouncement introducing the day's festivities and had pulled a heavy wood
teacart from the kitchen. I had secured the nude Ingrid on the middle shelf so
she was positioned in a suspended crawl. Her buttocks protruded on one end and
her head on the other. I had tied her hands and arms so she could slowly propel
the cart by using her fingers. Her thighs were spread wide and bound. Her
positioned pussy was shaved, gaping and inviting to be filled.
My "worldly" friend's were stunned at this provocative display. I informed
them that Ingrid had volunteered to satisfy all our "base carnal lusts" for the
day. I additionally had shaved her head so all that remained was a topknot at
the crown of her shining skull. I grabbed the knot and lifted her bowed head.
Her eyes took in the room full of men staring at her and she closed her eyes.
"You yearn to be used and degraded, don't you Ingrid?" I asked her.
"Yes." She whispered after a moment.
My friend's attempts to remain casual under this unusual circumstance were
humorous. But, they immediately began acting as if having a naked bound girl was
simply a normal occurrence. William, always the initiator of the group, walked
behind Ingrid and began to squeeze her bottom.
"Grade A Prime," he smirked as her smacked her bottom.
He slid his hand down and stroked her cleft.
"She is soaking! She does like this," he proclaimed.
He leaned forward and kissed the exposed flower of her vulva.
"Damn puss is sweet as candy and I can't resist sugar," he laughed.
He promptly unzipped his pants and pulled out a throbbing erection. Holding
his penis in his fist he rubbed it between her legs and then thrust his hips
forward. Ingrid grunted and squirmed in her bindings. Resting his hands on the
cart he began a slow leisurely driving motion. He looked up at us sheepishly.
"If snatch was always so easy and tight I would never think of anything
else," he said in a slow drawl.
The rest of us watched our friend's performance and cheered him on. Someone
suggested he wouldn't last a minute and another added he had left a historic
trail of unsatisfied coeds back at school.
With this ribbing William began a more vigorous pumping. Ingrid moaned and
clenched her fists. Then she shuddered and had an obvious orgasm.
"God damn she does love it!" Mark, the more usually reserved of the group,
blurted out.
Then completely out of character he pulled a chair to the front of the cart.
Sitting at the edge of the chair he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
Using the Ingrid's topknot he lifted her face to his growing erection. Ingrid
submissively used her tongue to guide the shaft to her open mouth. She bobbed
her head and engulfed him. Mark seemed oblivious to the rest of us as he
concentrated on moving her head up and down on his cock.
It was at this moment that Lisa entered the room. She wore a full-length silk
kimono my Uncle had brought her from the Far East. It looked like it had been
sown to her curves. Her eyes had widened momentarily at the tableau being played
out with Ingrid, but she immediately regained her aplomb and smiled brightly to
all of us as if this was a common household occurance.
I introduced her as my Uncle's "protege". I made no reference to her status
as a slave. Her large neck collar was very apparent, but politely no one made
mention of it. I had no plans of sharing her with them. My friends seemed unsure
of her duties in the house and politely followed my lead with her. She ran back
and forth from the kitchen bringing food as needed. Between servings she would
stand behind me and eventually joined in the raucous banter. She seemed
energized by the male-dominated atmosphere of the room and could hold her own
with any of the casual but flirtatious remarks directed at her.
I had noticed that she seemed to have a growing interest in my one friend
from Boston, Brian, and there seemed to be a heightened awareness between the
two. He was a rake whose sexual exploits were of such amazing achievement that
he had become a fraternity legend. He had an unfathomable attraction to the
other sex. I had always wondered if it was his sharp Irish features or his
devil-may-care personality that the women found appealing. We had been roommates
and had an understanding that the other would vacate the room at any time the
other needed it for privacy. I had been dumb-founded more than once when
sleepily exiting the premise and passing him and a late night paramour. He had
an uncanny knack for seducing beautiful coeds that the rest of us had thought to
be completely out of play.
I thought for a minute of heading him off. But I noted Lisa's coy animation
in his presence and thought I would just let the matter play out.
The afternoon turned into evening and the mood of the party became
progressively more inebriated.
"TABLE!" someone yelled, "Where is that damned table!
Ingrid used her tightly bound hands to slowly propel her burden around the
table. We had placed a large wash pan of ice and beer on top the cart. My
friends had continuously enjoyed Ingrid's charms since their arrival. Everyone
had repeatedly sated his desires with her. Finally someone had inserted the long
wood handle of a church key into her anus. The business end stuck from her
backside in a particularly obscene manner. We had been popping cans of beer with
this handy appliance for nearly an hour. The back of her thighs gleamed with
accumulated sperm and sprayed beer.
Lisa had joined us in the poker game. Brian had pulled her onto his lap. She
had made a token resistance to this familiarity, but had not made a concerted
effort to escape from his clutches. Now she was playing his hand as he sat back
and advised her. She had tried drinking beer and her earlier coy shyness had
vanished. I had seen Brian's hands had become bolder as he gained confidence in
her lack of resistance.
He slowly ran his hand up her side and lifted it to point at the card she
should play and then in the next movement cupped a full breast and squeezed it
encouragingly. Her lips parted at the caress and she paused for a moment before
playing her card. She lifted her shoulders to press her bosom against his hand.
Brian smiled and again squeezed the silken covered handful. We exchanged glances
and I realized that sharing Lisa was not going to cause me any distress. I shook
my head at him and shrugged my shoulders as if the matter was out of my control.
Brian looked at me intently for a moment then smiled. He returned his attention
to Lisa and her next play. He kept his hand on her breast with one finger slowly
rolling a now obviously tautened nipple.
I made a decision and folded my cards. I excused myself from the table and
went into another room. When I returned I stood above Brian and Lisa. Reaching
down to her neck I brushed her hair back and clipped a leash to her collar.
I relished in the astonishment that crossed Brian's face in this new
development. It was a rare treat to be one up on him. I handed him the other end
of the leash. "She feels naked without this on." I told him.
I sat back at the table and picked up my cards. Looking up at Lisa we
exchanged glances. I wondered what was going through her mind at the moment.
Brian leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. She giggled and I
thought for sure I saw her blush. She turned to him and whispered something in
his ear. Brian smiled and set down his cards.
"Gentlemen, I fold," he announced. Lifting Lisa to her feet he arose. "Please
excuse us." He added.
He looked at Lisa and she pointed toward her chambers. Without another word
he led her in the indicated direction. Before the two vanished Lisa turned
toward me and we again exchanged glances. I felt no jealousy. I smiled at her
and she touched her pursed lips with one finger and the door closed behind them.
In my slightly intoxicated state I had a moment of intuitive clarity that our
relationship would never be quite the same.
