ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART ONE

       I don’t know quite how to start this story.  I guess, the beginning is the best.  My name is Jim Bryant.  I am married to an incredible woman.  I must tell you about Abbey, and my life with her.  I have always, as far back as I can remember, liked the idea of sexual                          bondage, and of course erotic discipline.  Like most guys, it was hard for me to find an outlet for my proclivity when I was young.   But as I grew older, I was pleasantly surprised to find several young women who would let me tie them up and play sexual domination games.  Even though I had a lot of exciting fun, I never found the woman who was really the material that a sexual slave was made of.  Most girls like to play games like that, but not on a regular basis.  It was only a game.  That is until I met Abbey.

       I was introduced to Abbey by a mutual friend.  I was immediately taken by her.  Her 5’3” frame was delightful in every way.  From her raven hair, to her ample breasts and fantastic ass, standing on very shapely legs, she was magnificent.  Her creamy skin and blue eyes were the stuff of poetry.  I was so impressed that I put aside my desires to dominate her, thinking that she was more important than that.  I was fooling myself.

       Abbey and I had a couple of dates, but we never went to bed.  It seemed that she was shy, and I just could not get past her seeming resistance.  I was smitten by her, and I wanted her, but I did not want to do anything that would damage our fledgling relationship.  It was frustrating.  I wanted her, and it seemed that she wanted me, but just could not bring herself to surrender to me.

       One evening, after returning from a rather upscale restaurant and evening at the movies, we were in her apartment enjoying each other.  We were sitting on the couch.  While I was kissing her, I was attempting to unbutton her blouse and she was playfully trying to stop me.  I grew impatient and resorted to my psychological leanings.  Instinctively, I grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her, holding them there with my left hand.  My right hand went to the buttons on her blouse.  She struggled, but I held her wrists tightly behind her back, all the while kissing her.  It seemed to me that her struggles were only token in nature, no real resistance.

       I looked at Abbey’s face.  There was a faint smile on her lips, and a dreamy look in her eyes.  I continued to hold her wrists captive and I leaned forward and kissed her again.  My kiss was returned with her hot little tongue meeting mine.  My right hand moved to her breast.  As I squeezed her breasts, I realized that she was not wearing a bra.

       I wanted to use both hands on her, so I quickly pulled the neck tie from my neck and started to bind Abbey’s wrists behind her back.  Needless to say, my cock was rising to the occasion.

       “Wh…what…are you doing, Jim”, Abbey asked with a nervous tremor in her voice.

       I looked up at her face and saw a change in her expression.  I could see some fear in her eyes, but I also saw a heated lustful look.  Her mouth was open, and her breathing had quickened.

       “Sweet Lady, I am making you my prisoner.  I want you, and I mean to have you.”

       I continued to complete the bondage of her wrists.  My cock was raging in my trousers.  Abbey was more beautiful than ever.  She did struggle against my binding her wrists, but only in a token way, and not enough for me to stop.  She closed her eyes and softly bit her lip, but never asked me to release her wrists.  It seemed that she felt she should put up some resistance.  When I completed binding her wrists, I took her face in both my hands and kissed her, again.  The kiss was hot and long.  When I released her mouth, her eyes were closed, she was trying to catch her breath, and she was muttering my name.

       “Ooooh, Jim.  Jim…please…please…oooh, yes Jim”.

       I kissed her again, and upon breaking the kiss, I continued to unbutton her blouse with both hands.  Abbey just kept her eyes closed as she was running her delicate pink tongue over her lips.  When the blouse was fully unbuttoned, her unfettered breasts could be seen in the opening of her blouse.  They were beauties, begging to be handled.  I grasped both her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as she gasped and quietly moaned.

       “Damn, Lady”, I said, “Your are magnificent.”

       Abbey remained quiet as I continued to play with her breasts.  When I leaned over and took the nipple of her left breast into my mouth her vocalizations became more pronounced.  I gently bit her nipple as my tongue attacked the hardening flesh.

       “Ooooh, yeeesss, Jim.  Ooohhh, yessss”, she whispered.

       I was caught up in the moment, and in a minute or two, I had her undressed and lying back on the couch.  I just could not wait.  I wanted my cock in her steaming cunt.  In a moment I had her legs spread and was sliding my cock in her hot pussy.  I could not tell if she were virgin.  Abbey’s cunt was so tight and hot I did not care.  I just wanted to make love to her.  My cock seemed to only give her pleasure, however, her cunt was tight, hot and sweet. 

       Abbey was wild with passion.  It would seem that her “helpless” condition was released her from her inhibitions.  In just a matter of seconds, it seemed, she was cumming.  I continued to fuck her, and she came again.  As I was having my own climax, Abbey had her third and most explosive cum.  We both collapsed, with me lying on top of her, and my cock buried in her cunt.  It seemed we lay there, with her bound body in my arms and my cock buried in her pussy, for an eternity.  We both seemed to be in the ozone, and trying to grasp what had just happened. 

       When I finally regained my composure, I raised myself off Abbey, pulling my cock from her cunt.  Abbey moaned again, only this time I thought I heard a distinctive note of disappointment at have my cock removed from her pussy.  I sat up on her couch, and pulled her to my chest.  I continued to kiss her while fondling her breasts.  She was truly magnificent.

       “Jim, could you untie my wrists”, she quietly asked.

       I smiled down at her, “No, I don’t think so.  I like you like that.  I think you need to stay tied for a while.”

       Abbey never protested.  She turned her face to me and kissed me again.

       That is pretty much how our relationship started.  Once I discovered how submissive she was, in addition to her good intelligence, sweet personality, and incredible good looks, I was a goner.  I fell in love.  About a month later we moved in together, and within a year we were married.

       By the day of our wedding, Abbey had been introduced to ropes, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple and pussy clamps, enforced nudity, exotic clothing and of course whips.  In fact, at our wedding ceremony, the assembled guests never knew that there were fresh whip marks on her full breasts and silky ass.  By that time, she was not allowed to wear any underwear, and high heeled shoes were the preferred foot wear.  We both were excited to be married, and to live our lifestyle. 

       Gently at first, but, before long I could whip her as I wanted.  Other sexual tortures were explored and enjoyed.  Bondage was an exciting part of our lives.  More and more, it seemed that she was naked and bound in some fashion.  We both loved what we were doing, and sexual slavery seemed to me to be the essence of our life style.  I loved her deeply, but was consumed with the idea of her being my sex slave.  It seems that I was always pushing her limits.  Abbey accepted her slavery with relish.  Needless to say, I was consumed with my desires for her.  I was obsessed with this woman.

       Over the years we experimented with various restraints and torments, some of which were down right painful tortures.  This only served to raise our libidos to a higher level.  We modified the way she dressed.  Her wardrobe was tasteful, but always revealing.  Short skirts for her great legs, blouses and dresses to show off her breasts was to be the order of the day.  We even got to the point that I would dress her in very high heel shoes, tie her wrists behind her back, and take her out in public wearing only a cape to hide her nakedness and bondage.  It was exciting.

       One evening, we had gone to a theater in the downtown area.  Abbey was awesome.  Her hair and make up were high style.  She was wearing black thigh high hose, held in position by the lace covered elastic tops on the hose.  Her feet were shod in black patent leather pumps with four inch heels.  Her wrists were locked behind her back with leather wrist cuffs.  A black satin cape covered her bondage and nakedness.  I had a hell of a time hiding my erection.

       During the show, I would slip my hand under the cape to tease and torment her cunt.  It was all she could do to maintain some semblance of decorum.  Several times she nearly had a climax.  The fact that she was helpless to prevent what was happening seemed to be the catalyst. 

       When the show was over, we walked out of the theater and headed down the street to our car.  As we walked, I had my arm around her, hugging her to me.  The top buttons on her cape were open, and I could look into her cape, seeing her tits.  I moved my hand down her back to her bound wrists.  Abbey smiled up at me as I fondled her restraints through her cape.  I put my arm around her waist, stopped and pulled her against me and kissed her.  Abbey returned my kiss with passion. 

       Just then, we were passing a rather seedy old hotel.  Quickly, I tightened my arm around Abbey’s waist.  I pulled her to me and kissed her, again. 

       “Lady, I just have to fuck you, here and now”, I whispered in her ear. 

       Abbey looked at me in surprise and replied, “Jim, not here, not in there.  They will know what we are going to do!”

       “Yeah, I know that.  I don’t care.  I hope they do!” 

       I tightened my hold on her, and turned us both towards the beat up door to the lobby entrance, taking us both into the hotel, and a room which rented by the hour. 

       The desk clerk was leering at Abbey.  She was blushing at his attention.  Since her wrists were locked behind her back, she could not close her cape to hide her exposed cleavage.  I wanted the cleavage exposed to show her off, so I did nothing to help her.  She was shifting on her high heel shod feet and was subconsciously squirming against her wrist cuffs.  In doing so, her cape opened more, and she nearly exposed her breasts.  The desk clerk was not missing a bit of this.  He had no idea that he was looking at a beautiful woman, who was naked and bound.  All he knew what the he was looking at one hot lady who was showing a lot of leg and partially exposed breasts.  Let this poor bastard eat his heart out!

       We went up to our room.  It was shabby, but relatively clean.  Quickly I undressed, and then removed Abbey’s cape.  I pulled her to me and kissed her as my rampant cock was pushing hard against her belly.  Abbey pushed her pelvis against me as she returned my kiss.

       “Slave”, I growled.  “Down stairs you were merciless.  You teased that poor bastard behind the desk.  I sure he could see your tits.  He is probably back in his office, right now, jacking off at what he saw.”

       “Jim, please, I couldn’t help myself”, she blushed and whimpered.  “You know my hands were locked behind me.”

       “That’s no excuse”, I said with a sardonic smile on my face.  “Slaves never have excuses.  You probably drove that poor man out of his mind.  You must be made to may for your crime.”

       “But…, but, Jim, I…uh.”

       “You have no excuse.  I should have taken you back into his office and removed your cape so he could see what kind of slave you are.”

       Abbey was surprised at my remark and started to answer me.  Before she could reply, I kissed her again, silencing her.  I broke the kiss and quickly sat down on the side of the bed, grasping her delightfully trim waist, and pulled her down across me lap.  My rigid cock was pressing against the warm silky skin of her belly.  Before she could utter a protest, I started to spank her delicious ass.  Abbey squirmed, but I held her fast.  In a matter of seconds, she was moaning, moaning far too loudly.  I stopped for a moment, to strip the pillowcase from one of the pillows on the bed.  Wrapping the pillow case around her face and mouth, I gagged Abbey.  The spanking continued.

       In a couple of minutes Abbey was sobbing into her gag as my spanking was making her ass a delightful hot pink.  I stopped for a moment and was stroking her ass, feeling the heat from her spanking.  I let my fingers move down to her cunt and found it to be hot and soaking in her juices.  Abbey moaned from behind her gag as she moved against my invading fingers, looking for satisfaction. I removed my fingers, and picking her up, I made her kneel in front of me.  I removed the gag from her tear covered face and kissed her again.

       “Slave, suck your Master’s cock.”

       With a whispered reply of “Yessir”, Abbey leaned forward and took my aching cock into her sweet hot mouth.  As she sucked me, her ruby lips circled its purple head and her sweet delicate pink tongue was lashing the heated tip of my cock.  It throbbed in her mouth, matching my heart beat.  Even after eleven years of marriage, the sight of my rigid cock in her beautiful sweet mouth was an amazingly exciting sight.

       I let her suck me for a few minutes.  When she was bringing me close to a cum, I picked her up and placed her on the bed.  On my order, she spread her pretty nylon covered legs.  Abbey was still wearing her high heel patent leather pumps.  She looked up at me, expectantly, with a look of love and lust on her face.  Her sweet breasts were raised up to me as her bound wrists and arms were pinned under her.

       I guess it was the idea that I had my wife, this beautiful bound sex slave wife, in this sleazy hotel where whores ply their trade, that I was so turned on.  Even the threat to expose her beautifully helpless body to the desk clerk was exciting.  I don’t know why I said it, but it was exciting.  With no further pause, I moved between her legs and pushed my rampant, well sucked cock between her thighs and proceeded to fuck her with abandon.  Abbey’s excitement matched mine.  She met my thrusts until we both were cumming together in a truly monumental climax.  For a very long time we both lay there trying to recover from our love making session.

       Finally I rolled over to lay beside her.  I reached over and put my arm around Abbey, pulling her to me.  She was on her side, with her breasts pressed against me.  She was gently kissing my cheek.

       Softly, almost timidly, Abbey asked, “Would you have really exposed me to the desk clerk?”

       I paused, and turned to her, kissing her and grasping her breast, “Yeah, I thought about it.  The thought of it was very exciting.  You are the most beautiful woman I have every known.  It would be “hot” to deliberately display you to someone…, of my choosing.  Let them see just how hot and beautiful you are.  Yeah…, that sounds like something I‘d like to do!”

       “Wow”, she replied softly.  “I never…thought about that.  To be…uh… tied…and made to expose my self, I…don’t know.  I never thought about it.”

       We both were quiet for a moment, and I said, “Well, sweet slave, the idea is very exciting.  I don’t know if it will come to pass, but, the thought is always there.  It just might happen.”

       Abbey was quiet.  She did not protest or question what I said.  As I lay there holding her, thinking about what this meant for us.  It added an exciting element to our life style.  Yes, Abbey was my long time sex slave, as well as my wife.  There was not much I could not do to her, or require her to do.  As I thought about it, I liked the idea of exposing Abbey to another man.  Even the thought of giving her to another man was exciting.  Let him enjoy her as I do.  If she were truly my sex slave, the I should be able to do this with her.  The possibilities were unlimited.

       We could hear a prostitute and her “John” talking as they walked down the hall outside our room.  In a few minutes, I dressed myself, and put Abbey’s cape around her, leaving her wrists bound behind her back.  It was time to go home.

       I pulled her against me and kissed her.  Abbey’s kiss was warm and passionate. 

       “I love you, Sweet Slave”, I said.

       “Oh, Jim, I love you too”, Abbey whispered.

       We left the room and walked down the stairs of the hotel, and past the front desk.  I had arranged her cape so casual observers could see the upper slopes of her breasts.  The desk clerk kept his silence, but the look of lust in his eyes as he watched Abbey walk by would have melted steel.  He liked what he saw.  Abbey was beautiful and I was proud of her.

       We walked out onto the street and down to the parking garage were our car was parked.  Several times we stopped a moment to kiss each other.  Once in the car, I opened her cape so I could have a clear view of her naked body as I drove home.  I placed my hand on her nylon covered leg, pulling the open so I could get at her pussy.  She sat back in the seat, laying her head back on the head rest.  As I rummaged through her sweet cunt, her magnificent breasts were rising an falling with her increasing breathing rate.   I am sure the parking attendant was privy to a glimpse of my beautiful wife’s physical charms.  Abbey moved closer to me, and turned her body to me so I could have a clearer view of her.

       Once we were home in our own bed, I just had to fuck her again.  This was the climax of a very exciting evening, with a future promise of expanding Abbey’s role as my sex slave.

TO BE CONTINUED…

  

                      ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART 2

       I sat at my desk, in my office, thinking about what had happened with Abbey last night.  Hot sex and discipline session in that seedy hotel was on my mind.  It was hot and I was still turned on by having Abbey as my sex slave, doing what I wanted with her, anywhere I wanted.  Specifically, I was turned on by what I threatened to do with her.  I had told Abbey that it would have been a turn on to display her bound nudity to another person.  The fact that she did not really object was very interesting, and an exciting element.  I don’t know why, but it kept nagging at me.

       As was her habit, and my wishes, Abbey was naked when I got home, wearing only a pair of red patent leather high heel shoes, and a small apron.  The apron was nothing more than a tease as it left her breasts and pussy exposed.

       She greeted me with several warm kisses as she pressed against my body.  Her hand went to my crotch where she grasped my hardening cock.  As I broke my kiss with her, she moved down my body and unzipped my trousers.  Kneeling, she extracted my cock and slipped her pretty mouth over the throbbing head.  I stood there looking down at her, enjoying her working on my cock, and taking in the vision of her pleasuring me.  I never got used to seeing her do this. 

       I reached down and brought her back up onto he feet.  I walked her to the bedroom, and in doing so, she removed her apron.  In the bedroom, I retrieved a piece of rope from the night stand.  Quickly I tied her wrists in front of her.  High on the back of the bedroom door was a steel hook.  I closed the door, and raising her bound hands to the hook, I bound her there, stretching her petite frame.

       I turned her to face me.  I grasped her breasts roughly as I kissed her.  Before I broke the kiss, I was twisting her nipples.  When I moved away from her mouth, her eyes were closed and was breathing rapidly.  My favorite whip was in the top dresser drawer.  This was a medium weight multi-stranded flogger whip.  It was made to whip delicate skin without causing any significant damage.  It could exact a respectful degree of pain, and not break the skin.  I picked it up, and walked back to Abbey.

       “Open your mouth, Slave”, I ordered.

       Abbey opened her mouth and I pushed the handle of my whip past her pretty red lips.

       “Hold that.  Suck on that, and don’t dare drop it!”

       Abbey closed her sweet mouth over the handle of the whip and closed her sky blue eyes.  I undressed.  It was good to have my cock free of any restraint.  I pulled the whip from her mouth, and kissed her again.  Stepping back, I raised my whip into the air, and brought it sharply across her straining breasts. 

       Abbey’s breasts shuddered and jiggled under my attack.  Her nipples hardened as they were struck by the whip.  Again and again I brought my whip down on her breasts.  My cock was raging  Abbey was moaning, yet she was absorbing my torment of her.

       As she was about to starting sobbing, I stopped my attack and released her from the bedroom door.  I lay her on the bed and secured her wrists above her, to the headboard of the bed.  Quickly, I struck her pussy with my whip.

       “Open your legs, now!”

       Abbey did so.  I struck her pussy three more times.  She managed to keep her shapely legs open, even though I could tell she wanted to close them.

       I threw my whip on the foot of the bed and climbed between her legs.  I shoved my rigid cock in to her scalding cunt.  Abbey groaned from deep in her throat as she felt this phallic invasion.  I was very aroused.  Not only from what had just happened, but from the thoughts I had harbored all day.  I was fucking her with abandon.  Soon we were in the throes of a bed quaking climax. 

       After a bit, I rolled off her, laying beside her with my hand on her pussy.  Eventually, I reached over and untied her bound wrists.  Abbey turned to face me, pressing her breasts against me and grasping my flagging cock.  She kissed the side of my face, using her tongue to flick my ear lobe.  I put my arm around her, hugging her and pulling her to my body.

       “My dear, Sir”, she whispered, “You are hot tonight.  Was it something I did?”

       “Hmmmm”, I replied.  “Yeah, it was that and other things.  But, it all involved you, my Sweet Slave.”

       “What are you talking about”, she asked as she squeezed my cock.

       I told her about my thoughts, specifically, the thought of exposing her to another man, and the possibility of giving her to another man.  Abbey was quiet.  I thought she would be upset and refuse to be part of any such scheme.  She was quiet.  The she replied.

       “How long have you been thinking about this, if I can ask?”

       “Oh, I don’t know.  For sometime, I think.  The thought of exposing you to someone else, and even giving you to them is very exciting.  I would love to see you at the mercy of someone else.  Hell, I can just imagine you with two men, me and someone else, working on you”, I replied.

       Abbey was quiet again.  She seemed to be mulling over what she had just heard.  She kissed my cheek again and was stroking my nearly erect cock.

       “I am not…, at all certain…about this.  I suppose if you selected the right person, and if this is what you really want to do, I guess I could go along with it.  Please, don’t forget, I am at your mercy, and that of anyone you choose.  Please, don’t let anything bad happen to me.  I love you Jim, and I want to please you”, Abbey said, in a soft plaintive voice.

       “Sweet Slave, you are the most precious thing in my life.  While I treat you terribly at times, I would never allow anything happen to you”, I answered as I kissed her again.

       My cock was rigid again.  Abbey’s delicate hand had done its job well.  She moved down my supine body and took my cock into her mouth and proceeded to suck me to another cum.  Life is good.

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       It was Saturday.  The air was heavy with anticipation of this evening‘s adventures.  This was the night that I was to give Abbey to an acquaintance of mine.  David Rayne was a master of the Bondage and Discipline arts.  His wife Carol was a slave.  Because he was so adept at this avocation, his services had been enlisted to train several women in advanced sexual slavery.  Normally, he was a stock broker, but his passion was his wife, and her sexual slavery to him.  While I had never had the privilege of putting Carol through her paces, I had learned from David that anything was possible with her.

       Carol was an accomplished sex slave.  She and David were part of a small, but select group of B&D and S&M practitioners.  He had given Carol to other masters on many occasions, while he had sessions with the other members slaves.  He seemed to be the logical choice for Abbey’s first experience.

       David Rayne was a ruggedly good looking man.  Women seemed to be attracted to him.  Abbey had met him a couple of times and seemed to like him.  Now she was standing in the middle of our living room, wearing only black high heeled pumps, a leather collar, and the ropes binding her wrists and elbows.  Because of her elbow bondage, her full breasts were raised on her chest.  I had thought of gagging her, but I wanted David to appreciate the delicate features of her pretty face.

       Abbey was nervous.  She had never been displayed, nude, to another person.  Now she was naked, and helpless, about to be viewed by a “stranger”, tormented and used sexually.  There was trepidation, but there was also sexual excitement.  She was hoping that David Rayne would find her desirable, and she wanted to make husband happy.  She jerked to attention as the door bell rang.  I answered the door as she stood there waiting for what ever was going to happen.

       I opened the door and welcomed David into our home.  We walked into the living room where my beautiful bound and naked wife stood.  She was magnificent, but it was obvious that she was uneasy, and more than a little afraid.  David walked to where she was standing.  Abbey gave him a weak smile.

       “David, I want you to meet my wife, Abbey, who is also my delightful slave”, I said.

       David smiled, answering, “Thank you, Jim.  Abbey, I am delighted to make your acquaintance.  Your husband did not lie.  You are one incredibly beautiful woman, and slave.”

       Abbey whispered, “Th..thank y…you, Sir.”

       David Rayne walked around Abbey, visually examining her.  He reached out and cupped her breast.  He squeezed her breast, and then let his hand slide out on her breast to the rigid nipple.  There he paused and pinched Abbey’s nipple, twisting it until he got a response from her.  Abbey grimaced, slightly, and gently bit her soft full lip.

       “Jim, she is magnificent.  What a wonderful slave.”

       “Thanks, Dave.  She is my delight”, I answered.

       David let his hand slide down her belly to her pussy.  As his hand caressed her smooth pussy, without warning he quickly raised his hand and brought is sharply down in her cunt, slapping her there.  Abbey jerked with the pain of this unexpected assault on this tender area, and quickly spread her legs. 

       “Keep your legs open, slave”, he ordered.

       David smiled and ran his fingers into her cunt. She caught her breath as he rummaged through her pussy and touched the electric sensitivity of her clit.  She caught her breath sharply as he slapped her pussy again.

       “Abbey, your cunt is nice and juicy.  You must be aroused by the predicament you are in.”

       Abbey had closed her eyes as David was fingering his way through her cunt.  She muttered, “Y…yes…yessir, I…uh…guess so.”

       David pulled her to him, holding her close with his arm around her waist.  With his other hand he reached around to the back of her head, grasping a hand full of her raven hair.  Holding her head fast, he placed his mouth on hers, kissing her.  The kiss was long and passionate.  While he continued to kiss her, he moved his hand down to her ass and gave her several hard spanks, leaving his hand prints on her silky ass cheeks.  He could feel the impact of his slaps on her ass through her open lips pressed hard against his mouth.  Abbey was moaning softly with each slap on her ass.  When he finished the kiss, Abbey’s eyes were closed and her breathing was ragged.  Her ass was feeling the heat of her spanking.  It was obvious that she was aroused.

       David looked back at me, and said, “Jim, she is fantastic.  I must have her.”

       I smiled and replied, “Well, she is ours to do with as we wish.  I will make sure you get your fill.”

       David smiled and sat down on the couch.  I offered him a glass of wine and sat down on an easy chair next to the couch.  Abbey was still standing in front of us.

       “Abbey, I want you to turn around, and show yourself to us.”

       As Abbey moved about, posing and displaying her bound body to us, we drank our wine and commented on her and what we were seeing.  Finally, I felt it was time for David Rayne to experience my wife.  I stepped up to Abbey and put my arm around her waist.  It was time for proper introductions.

       “David, I introduced Abbey as my wife, and of course my slave.  I am in love with this woman, and I am obsessed with her being my sex slave.  Let me set the ground rules, so we all understand what is happening.”

       I was now fondling Abbeys breasts as I was talking to David.  I was standing behind her, and had pulled her back into my body.  Her bound hands are resting against my rigid cock.  She was attempting to massage my cock through my trousers.

       “Most anything is possible with Abbey.  You may whip her.  Her breasts, pussy, ass and her great thighs are all targets which I favor.  You are welcome to use any number of sexual tortures on her.  I invite you to fuck her at will, for as long as you wish.  I encourage you to feel her beautiful mouth on her cock.  It will be an experience you will not forget”, I continued.

       I looked at Abbey.  She still had her eyes closed.  Her face was flush.  I was not sure whether that was from arousal, or just a blush, perhaps both.  David smiled as I talked.  The whole time he was visually examining Abbey.  I left her standing there, while David and I undressed.  On my instructions, she turned slowly so we could continue to get a full view of her.  By the look of David’s rampant cock, it was obvious that he was impressed with her.

       Abbey was made to stand in front of the couch while David physically examined her body.  He paused at her breasts, making sure he fully appreciated them.  Her cunt was thoroughly rummaged through.  Abbey breath quickened and her face was flush with arousal from his attention to her sensitive pussy.  Her ass and legs were an items of attraction.  The whole time, Abbey stood there submissively, yielding to what ever was required of her.

       David sat her on the couch between us.  With his arm around her, he continued to fondle her breasts and play with her pussy.  He kissed her, letting his tongue explore her warm mouth.  Abbey was steadily being aroused.  I reached over and forced her legs open.  I delved into her pussy and found it to be hot and very moist. 

       When David felt she was in the right level of sexual arousal he produced two spring loaded clamps.  The clamps were connected with a small gold weight chain.  When they were applied to Abbey’s nipples, the chain was short enough to cause a constant tension between the clamps, thus increasing the discomfort level on the nipples.  I watched her torment with erotic fascination.

       Abbey gasped as her nipples were clamped.  After installing the nipple clamps, David grasped her left breast.  As he fondled that breast he put pressure on that clamped nipple.  The short chain pulled on the other clamped nipple.  This was a devilishly clever device.  It was obvious that Abbey saw the genius of the connected clamps.  She gently moaned and bit her lip as she looked down at her clamped nipples and the connecting chain.  She looked at me with a look of excitement and mild confusion.  She was being tormented by a stranger, and could do nothing about it.  David then grasped the clamp on her left nipple.  He pulled and twisted it, causing considerable pain in that breast.  Her right nipple was being tormented also.  Even if he just wanted to gently fondle a breast with the chained clamp on its nipple, the other breast, and nipple, was being pulled and tormented.  Very clever.

       “Abbey, I am going to kiss you.  You are to ignore your nipples.  Ignore what I am doing to them, and kiss me as passionately as you can, and for as long as I want.  Do you understand”, David ordered.

       With the pain registered on her pretty face, she replied, “Yessir, I understand.”

       David kissed her open mouth.  As he was doing so, he was twisting her breast and nipple, even harder.  Abbey was a trooper.  She did as she was told.  David broke the kiss.

       “Abbey, kiss me again, and ignore your tits!”

       Abbey leaned forward and again started to kiss David.  He raised his hand and slapped her left tit, and quickly slapped the right one.  I could see Abbey flinch, but she continued to kiss David.  Again he broke the kiss.

       “Abbey, I want you to push your tits out further.  Stick them out as far as you can.  Make it easier for me to slap them.  Kiss me again as you do that.  Do you understand?”

       She whispered, “Yessir, I understand.”

       Abbey pushed her breasts out, offering them to David.  Again she kissed him passionately.  David slapped the offered breasts again, only this time it was harder.  After the third slap, Abbey flinched, and on the fourth slap she jerked her body back, nearly breaking the kiss with David.

       “Slave”, David said, chastising her in a low deliberate voice, “You disobeyed me.  I told you to hold your tits out so I could slap them!”

       Abbey tearfully replied, “I’m sorry, Sir.  It hurt so much.”

       More sternly, David replied, “That doesn’t concern me.  I wanted to kiss you while I slapped your tits.  You have beautiful tits, and I want to slap them.  They beg to be slapped.  As a slave it is your responsibility to obey me and do what I say.   There should never be an excuse.”

       David made Abbey stand up, and then kneel between his legs.  Her tear stained face was about two inches from David’s cock.  He leaned down and again fondled her clamped breasts as he kissed her.  Abbey sat still and endured the torment.

       “Abbey, You failed to obey.  You have disappointed me and your Master.  To make me feel better about you, you need to suck my cock”, David ordered.

       Without uttering another word, Abbey leaned forward and kissed David’s cock.  After licking it with her soft pink tongue for a moment, she slipped her lips over the heated head of his cock.  A tear or two splashed onto his heated cock.  She went to work on him, sucking him as best she knew how.  Her husband and David Rayne had expressed disappointment her.  She wanted to please David, and make Jim proud of her.

       David reached down, and hooked his finger on the chain which connected the nipple clamps.  He jerked on the chain and issued an order to Abbey.

       “Suck a little harder, little slave.  Make me feel it.”  Abbey increased her effort.

       As his cock was being sucked, David turned to me with a lust laden voice and said, “She is magnificent, but needs a lot of training.  You need to have someone teach her how to be a good sex slave.  It is not good for a husband to train a wife.  You love her, there will always be some reservation about how much pain to administer, how much torture to make her endure.  A third party, a qualified sex slave trainer, could make her into a much better slave, bringing you untold pleasure, and satisfaction for her.”

       I nodded my head, indicating that I understood, and basically agreed with him.  The conversation ended for a while as Abbey’s sucking techniques were getting to David.  He lay back on the couch tugging on the nipple clamps, as he enjoyed her sweet warm mouth.  As he was about to cum, he stopped her, and pulled his cock from her mouth.  With both of his hands, he held her pretty face spoke to her.

       “Abbey, I want you to moved over to your husband and master.  Kneel before him, and suck his cock.  There will be a difference, however.  I want you to rest your shoulders on his knees, holding yourself up that way, and kneel with your ass raised so I can fuck you. Do you understand?”

       Quietly, Abbey utter, “Yessir.”

       Abbey did as she was told.  Moving in front of me, she knelt as directed and was soon sucking my rigid cock.  Her beautiful full breasts were hanging down, available for what every David wanted to do with them.  Her nipples were still wearing those beastly clamps.  David eased down behind Abbey, and pushed his rigid, well sucked cock into her waiting pussy, ramming it all the way to his balls.  Abby groaned as his rampant phallus invaded her steaming cunt.  Even though she had been painfully abused, she was aroused by her predicament.  She started to move her hips, pushing her cunt back onto David’s cock, as she vigorously sucked my cock.  He then reached down and grasped both her clamped breasts.  Using them as erotic handles, David started to fuck her vigorously.

       After what I had just witnessed between David and Abbey, I was ready.  In a moment or two, I was shooting hot jets of cum into Abbey’s willing mouth.  I had just observed a fantastically erotic scene, the type of thing that most men only dream about, or see in a pornographic movie.  David just kept fucking her as she kept draining my cock, using her tongue to clean it.

       Even with the pain David was inflicting on her breasts, in a matter of a minute or two, Abbey was cumming.  David continued to savagely fuck her and torment her breasts.  Soon, even David Rayne could not handle the pressure and experienced an explosive climax in Abbey’s heated pussy.  He rammed his cock into her a few more times, then collapsed onto her back and bound hands and arms, still humping her soaking pussy.  My flagging cock was still in Abbey’s mouth  He moved his hands away from her tortured breasts.  Both Abbey and David were slow in coming down from their sexual high.  The painful clamps remained in place.

       Finally, David raised himself up on his knees and started to move his flagging cock in her cunt again.  As he did so, he reached down and removed the chained clamps from her nipples.  Abbey gasped and issued a deep groan of pain, gritting her teeth as she felt the clamps being removed from her breasts.  The pain of removal was much worse than the wearing of the clamps.

       David lay her on the floor and put a pillow from the couch under her head.  Abbey was exhausted and relished the respite.  She had been tormented and soundly fucked by a man other that her husband, and sucked two hard cocks.  This was both physically and emotionally draining.  She lay where David had placed her.  She was helplessly beautiful lying there on the floor.  She had been tormented, and soundly fucked.  She welcomed the rest, yet, she was sexually sated.  She lay there with her pretty blue eyes closed, and could hear what the two men were talking about.  David had sat down beside me and spoke.

       “Jim, she is wonderful.  She is a fantastically beautiful slave.  If you want to fully enjoy what you have, however, you should have someone train her.  She will be more secure in her role as your slave, and she will be the pleasure and treasure of your life.  I know of a good man for this type of thing.  If you wish, I‘ll give you his name.  He trained my Carol.”

       “Your right, David.  “I cannot agree more.  Let me have his name and number.  I’ll have to think about it.  It is something for me to consider.”

       I sat there looking down at Abbey, and my cock was still erect.  I spoke to Abbey.

       “Abbey, you have satisfied David. I am very proud of you.  You are magnificent.”  She turned her head towards me, and beamed a tired, yet satisfied smile at me. 

       After some more conversation between David and myself, over a glass of Cabernet, it was time for him to go.  After dressing, he knelt down on the floor, next to Abbey.  He kissed her.

       “You’re a sweet lady, and a sweet slave.  I’m sure Jim is proud of you. I hope I seen you again, very soon.”

       Abbey smiled back at him, submissively, and returned his kiss.

       I was proud of her.  I helped her off the floor and took her, still bound, to the bedroom where I fucked her to my satisfaction.

Continued…

                ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART THREE

       About three days had passed since David Rayne had been a visitor to our home, and a sexual tormentor of my wife, Abbey.  What happened that night had a profound affect on both of us.  My fantasies were realized, and Abbey had been introduced to a whole new world of sexual slavery.

       Abbey now knew that I would require her to submit to another man, a master in the arts of Bondage, Discipline, and S & M.  We talked about what had happened, and found it to be exciting, and a new element to our sex life.

       Of particular interest was David Rayne’s suggestion that I seek the service of another master to train Abbey.  She was not sure about this, but I was.  I had be given the name of Alex Krueger.  Mr. Krueger and I had several telephone conversations concerning his style of training and the arrangements for Abbey’s stay at his place.  I explained that there would be certain expectations in the training of my wife.  He fully understood, and agreed to my demands.  On two occasions I visited his home, and training facility, and was very impressed.  He displayed a pretty young blonde woman who was in training.  Her husband to be wanted her to be a complete abject well trained slave before they were to be married.  She had been a prisoner of Alex Krueger for nearly two months.  He let me watch as she was whipped and made to suck the cock of her tormentor.  This “slave in training” seemed content in her slavery, and was aroused by Krueger’s treatment of her.

       Krueger lived in a large house, with spacious secluded grounds in the hill country a few miles outside of town.  He had acquired a great deal of wealth that made him financially independent.  He had turned his interest in the sexual slavery of women into his avocation.  He was well known in S & M circles, nationally.  As a result his services were in demand.  Because of my relationship with David Rayne, he was willing to take Abbey under his wing.  His basic training course for new sexual slaves was two weeks, possibly longer.  That decision would be his, and his alone.  I would not be able to be part of the training process.  He would provide me with video tapes of her training, and on occasion, I could watch what was happening from a secure hiding place, but she must never know that I was there until the training course had been completed.  I agreed.

       Krueger made sure that I understood that while under his “care”, she would necessarily be available for any sexual activity which interested him.  There would be no restrictions in that area.  As a critical part of her training, if she were to refuse any sex act, she would be punished and forced to comply.  I would not be allowed to bring any clothing for her, other than the cape she was to wear in transit.  I was told to bring several pair of high heel shoes, so she would not have to wear the same pair during her training.  She would be required to were such shoes all the time.  I liked that.  I packed several pairs of high heel shoes, of different and similar styles, all of which had heels that measured at least three to four inches. Keeping her naked and bound for the duration of her training appealed to me.  Everything else depended on what I wanted for Abbey’s training.

       I agreed with his demand for her constant sexual availability.  I wanted her to be fucked at least once a day, and made to suck cocks several times a day, and be made to swallow all the cum she received.  She had never been fucked in the ass, so I wanted him to open that sweet facility.  While I had no particular interest in ass fucking her, but others that I gave her to might be, so I wanted her prepared.  Any other sexual training and activity would be up to Krueger.  Bondage and Discipline, a sexual availability was to be a critical part of her training.  When at all possible, I wanted her in bondage and whipped routinely.  I liked her to be restrained and helpless.  I wanted her to grow more and more used to it.  Even if she was not tied or restrained, I wanted her locked up, or chained by the neck to the wall, et al.  We reached an agreement, and she would soon be delivered to him.

       Abbey was not sure.  Outside of her submission to David Rayne, she had never been with another man since she had married me.  The thought of being under the control of Alex Krueger, without my being present was a scary thing for her.  Finally, when she realized how insistent I was, she agreed.  I explained what would be expected of her during her stay under Krueger’s training.  It was obvious that she was afraid to be without me, but she said she understood.  She submitted.

       On the day of her delivery to Krueger‘s place, according to Alex Krueger’s instructions, I prepared her for the trip to her place of incarceration.  First, she was bathed, and her hair and make up were perfect.  Her wrists were locked behind her with leather cuffs.  A leather strap was wrapped around her elbows and pulled tightly, causing them to nearly touch in the small of her back.  Matching leather cuffs were locked onto her ankles, along with a matching leather collar around her pretty neck.  Her lush breasts were forced out from her chest, making them look even more delicious and vulnerable.  To complete her dress, a pair of black patent leather pumps, with 4 inch high heels were placed on her feet.  She was magnificent.  I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but Krueger was specific.  He did not want her whipped or fucked for 48 hours prior to delivery.  She could be teased and aroused, but she was not to be allowed any sexual satisfaction.  He wanted her to be sexually frustrated on arrival for her training.  A black cape was draped over her shoulders to hide her nakedness and bondage.

       Prior to taking her out to the garage, and our car, I used gauze and surgical tape to “blindfold” her.  A large pair of large dark sun glasses were put on her face to hide the fact the she had been blindfolded.  Now she was ready.  While at Krueger’s she would not know where she was, nor how to escape and how to return home.

       On the long drive to Alex Krueger’s estate, I opened Abbey’s cape and fondled her breasts and pussy.  She look fantastic.  She sat there, bound and blindfolded, heading to a sexual imprisonment, and being taken there by her husband.  Yet, as we drove along, she was becoming aroused by my fondling of her.  At one point during our trip, we stopped at a secluded spot next to the highway.  I spent time kissing and fondling her.  At one point, Abbey begged me to fuck her.  I resisted. 

       When we got back onto the road, both Abbey and myself were aroused.  I made sure she did not have a cum.  I could tell she was very sexually frustrated.  By the time we arrived, early in the afternoon she was very aroused, but I would not let her have a climax.  I kissed her before we got out of the car.  Abbey returned my kiss, and whispered, “I love you, Jim.” 

       We were met by a young man at the front door of Krueger’s home.  We were escorted inside and taken to the library of the house.  This was a large room, lined with shelves containing books and video tapes.  On closer examination, it appeared that Krueger has a considerable collection of pornography, especially pornography involving sexual slavery of women.  Someday, I would love to peruse this library and it’s contents.

       We made ourselves comfortable.  The young man who brought us into the house removed Abbey’s blindfolding bandages.  She was allowed to keep her cape on, for the time being.  As we were about to sit down, Alex Krueger came into the room.  He was an imposing figure.  Alex Krueger stood at least 6’ 4” inches.  He appeared to be trim and very athletic.  His blonde hair framed his ruggedly handsome tanned face.  He steel gray eyes told of his inner strength, and denoted a trace of cruelty.  He was wearing a black satin robe and black sandals.  The robe flared as he walk, reveling tanned muscular legs.  He was confident and clearly in control of his world.

       “Good evening, Jim”, he asked, extending his hand.

       I took his hand and shook it.  We exchanged greetings, and then I introduced Krueger to Abbey.

       “Abbey, I am glad to meet you”, was his reply.  “Your husband told me you were beautiful.  He wasn’t kidding.“

       Abbey blushed, “Thank you Sir.“

       Krueger smiled and continued, “Has your husband told you what to expect here at my place”, he asked.

       Abbey quietly replied, “Yessir.  I have been told about what happens here, and what I must do.”

       Alex smiled, “Well, that’s very good.  We don’t want any surprises.  Jim, if you don’t mind, I would like to see your slave.  I want to see what I have to work with.”

       I stood Abbey in front of Krueger, and unbuttoned her cape.  She closed her eyes and gently bit her lower lip as I removed her cape.  Abbey stood proudly as Krueger looked her over.  I watched Abbey.  She was naked and still bound at the wrists and elbows.  The bondage made her body even more outstanding.  Her high heel shoes made her legs look good and forced her ass out.  They also made her stand straighter, with her breasts raised.

       “Jim, you were correct.  The woman is stunning.  Abbey, turn around so I can see all of you.”

       Abbey did as she was told.  She was obeying like I expected her.  I was proud of her.  I could see the black robe Krueger was wearing was beginning to exhibit a tent like bulge in front, indicating that he was getting an erection from what he saw of Abbey.

       He walked around her, touching and probing her.  Squeezing a breast, patting a buttock, running his hand down her belly, and delving quickly into her pussy.  Abbey’s breath quickened as Krueger inspected her.

       “Abbey”, Krueger said.  “While you are here, among the chastisements and ordeals you will experience, you are aware that I will use you sexually, in any way I want, and you will have no right to refuse anything demanded of you.”

       Abbey was quiet for a moment, “Yes…Sir…, I,,.uh… understand that.”

       “I want you to tell me why are you here, may I ask?”

       “I love my husband.  He wants me to be his sex slave.  By coming here, he thinks I will be a better sex slave.  I want to be his sex slave, and I want to make him happy by being his sex slave”, was Abbey’s soft reply.

       “Now that you understand, and have agreed to come here, there is one final caveat for you.  Once your husband leaves here, and you are still here under my care, you will be my prisoner, unable to leave until I say so.  If you escape, we will hunt you down.  You will be punished severely for your escape efforts.  Once your husband leaves you here, you are my property until I release you.  I own you and I will do what I want with you.  There will be no way out, no matter how you might plead or beg.  Do you agree to these demands.”

       Abbey was taken aback by this last statement of Krueger’s.  There was terror, and sexual excitement in her heart.  Part of her was excited by her predicament, yet part was very afraid.  She paused, and then with her head bowed, she agreed.

       “On you knees”, he ordered.

       Abbey did so.  Krueger walked up to her, and opened his robe to expose a massive hard-on.  He cock throbbed with each beat of his heart.  Abbey’s mouth was only an inch or so from the heated purple head of his cock.

       “Abbey, as a sign that you agree to come here to my place for training, and agree to whatever happens to you, and further agree to submit to any sexual demands I make of you, I want to take my cock in your mouth and suck it.”

       Abbey moved forward, and opening her sweet lips, took his cock into her mouth.  Her tongue was lashing the sensitive tip of Krueger’s cock as she was working her delicate mouth around the throbbing head.  I watched Abbey working on Krueger’s cock.  This was heady stuff, and very stimulating.

       “Jim, she is good.  There is a lot of promise here.  She should make an excellent sex slave.

       Krueger continued to stand there with Abbey working on him.  He looked at me and said, “If you want, you can leave us now.  Girard will show you out.  You can take her cape with you.  She will have no need of it.”

       I walked over to Krueger, and shook his hand, even as I looked down at my wife sucking his cock.  I leaned down and gave her breast a squeeze as I kissed the top of her head.  She kept sucking Krueger’s cock as she has been ordered to.  As I walked away with Girard, Krueger spoke again.

       “I will have a courier deliver a package to you, every other day.  By my estimates, she will need to be here for a fortnight.  I will let you know if she needs further training”, Krueger asserted.

       I was escorted from the Krueger house by Girard.  I was excited about placing Abbey with Krueger, yet I was missing her already.  No matter what you may think of me, I am madly in love with Abbey, but I am also in love with her being my complete bound naked sex slave.  The rest of this story is from information I pieced together from later conversations with Krueger, watching video tapes made of Abbey’s ordeals and training, and from Abbey herself.

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       Abbey continued to suck Krueger’s cock after her husband left her at the house.  She was scared.  Her predicament was beginning to settle on her.  Here she was, naked, bound and being used sexually by a total stranger.  She was going to be tortured and sexually abused, and there was nothing she could do but cooperate.  The predicament was rather daunting, yet it erotically stimulating.  Abbey knew that she was a slave at heart, and that this was her logical future.

       As she knelt there, with this massive rigid cock throbbing n her mouth, her thoughts ran the gamut of sexual excitement to trepidation.  She knew she had agreed to come here and be trained as a sex slave, but why.  She knew she loved Jim, and wanted to please him.  There had to be more to this.  She realized that there was a hot excitement about being helpless and subject to the sexual whims of who ever had control of her.  Even the punishments, whippings and tortures, while painful and at times terrible, they were arousing and did heighten her sexual pleasure.  Her mind was in turmoil.  Fear, lust, love, and a little guilt were partners in her emotions.  While she twisted her wrists in her bondage in a futile attempt to escape, she nevertheless found her bonds to be exciting.

       Krueger spoke, “Take my cock from you mouth, and let me show you something that I expect of you.”

       Abbey obeyed, and let his rigid cock slip from her mouth.  As a good faith gesture, she kissed the head of Krueger’s cock after it was free of her mouth.  Krueger smiled.

       “Abbey, I am going to ask you a few questions.  Anytime you are faced with a cock, such as now, I want you to place your lips to my cock, just barely touching it.  If you have to be told to do this in the future, you will be punished.  You are expected to do this automatically.”  Abbey did so.  Her soft red lips were just touching the head of Krueger’s erection.  Her sweet delicate tongue was gently flicking his cock.

       “Now when I ask you a question, you are to answer me quickly, without hesitation.  When doing so, you are to make sure you lips stay in contact with the head of my cock.  That will give me pleasure because you lips are fluttering against my cock as you talk.  My cock will feel your hot breath and the vibrations of your voice.  Always make sure that this is always the case.”

       Abbey replied, “Yessir, I will.”  His cock throbbed from the fluttering sensation of her lips.  It was delicious.

       “Very good.  You learn quick.  That will keep the need for tortures and whippings to a minimum.  Now, let me ask you, how long have you been Jim’s bound slave?”

       Abbey replied, “About 11 years.”  Her lips touched his throbbing cock the whole time.  A little of Krueger’s pre-cum was being transferred from the tip of his cock to her lips.  She could taste it.

       Krueger continued to ask very personal questions.  On one question, she hesitated to answer.  He stepped back from her, and seemingly from nowhere he produced a medium weight multi stranded flogger.  He quickly brought the whip down across her breasts three times.  Each quick lash was harder than the one before.  Abbey gasped and cried out with pain.

       Krueger stepped back to Abbey, placing his cock against her lips.  “Now, you can see how the game is played.  You are to never hesitate or refuse to obey an order, and to always answer a question when you are asked.  If you don’t, you will be punished immediately.  Do you understand?”

       “Yes, yes…, yes sir, please, I do understand”, Abbey gasped.

       Krueger continued to ask personal questions.  Questions about how it felt to be whipped, had she ever has a climax from being whipped, what was Jim’s favorite position or punishment, when did she lose her virginity, had she ever used her fingers to bring herself off, had other lovers tied and whipped before she met Jim, what did she think about being given to David Rayne, did she like the taste of a cock, did she like the taste of cum, had she ever sucked a pussy, had her pussy ever been sucked by another woman?  The questions were endless, and caused Abbey to blush, but to avoid having her breasts whipped again, she was quick to answer.        Krueger bent down and took her face in his hands.

       “Abbey, you love being a bound slave, don’t you?”

       A tear formed in the corner of her eyes.  “Yes…yes sir…, I think do.  I love being a sex slave to my husband.  I want him to want me, and I want to be what ever he wants me to be.  I love what he does to me.”

       Krueger wiped the tear from her cheek, “You are very afraid, right now, aren’t you?”

       “Yessir, I am”, was her reply.  As she answered, Krueger ran his hand down to her pussy and delved his finger in her heated passage.

       He smiled cruelly, “You have reason to be afraid, but, you cunt tells me you are turned by your predicament.  Is that not so?”

       Abbey closed her pretty blue tear filled eyes, “Yesss…, yes sir, I’m sorry, but I do admit that.”

       “So, on one hand you want to escape and be with your husband, and on the other hand, you are aroused by being my property.”

       Abbey kept her tear filled eyes closed and just nodded her head.

       Krueger spoke again.  “Just so you understand.  While here, you will be tortured and whipped for our pleasure and your training.  If you enjoy being whipped and tormented, then that is a bonus for you.  I will not injure you, nor will I allow anyone else to injure you.  But, you are a slave, and for the time being you are my property.  You will learn the love the whip, the torments and bondage.  You will beg to be fucked.  You will know sexual excitement that you have never known before.  You will learn to submit to anyone I give you to, and you enjoy sexual slavery as you have never before.”

       He stood up, still looking down at her.  Abbey looked up at him.  In her field of vision was his handsome face, and his throbbing erect cock.

       “You will obey me to the most infinite detail, or suffer the consequences.  If you are a good slave, you will be rewarded.  If not you will be punished.  I will allow you to enjoy your bondage, tortures and sexual requirements.  You are going to be here for those reasons, so you might as well enjoy it.  It will make the whole experience more exciting.”

       Finally, Krueger finished his questions.  He backed away, and ordered her to remain on her knees.  He left the room.  Abbey was too afraid to move, or get up, even though her knees were beginning to get tired and hurt.  In a few minutes the young man, Girard, entered the room.

       “Get up, slave.  Lets go to your room”, were his orders.

       He helped her up, and clipped a leash to her collar.  Jerking the leash, he lead her from the library, and down the hall.  Her high heel pumps were clicking on the cut stone floor.  She was very conscious of her nakedness.  Her breasts bounced and jiggled lasciviously as she walked behind Girard.  Her arms ached as they had been tightly bound behind her for several hours. 

       At the end of the hall, Girard unlocked and opened a door.  Inside the door was a set of stairs, leading to the basement.  He flipped a switch, lighting the stairs.  At the bottom of the stairs was another locked door.  This opened into a large room.  Abbey could see lounging chairs and couches, along with two or three large king-size beds.  There was what appeared to be a whipping post.  Hung from the wall were hundreds of feet of ropes and chains, along with a vast array of whips and leather restraints.  This was a very well equipped sexual torture chamber and orgy room.  Along the far wall were four doors.  Girard took her to one of the doors.  This was to be her room.  When the door was opened, there was a second door, a door made of steel bars, much like a jail cell.  Inside, was another king-size bed and a bathroom.  More whips and restraints were mounted on the wall of this room.  She was indeed a prisoner, and escape was to be impossible.  To say the least, Abbey was intimidated.  In every sense of the word, she was a prisoner, and no one but her husband knew she was here.

       Girard unhooked the leash from her collar, and hung it from a hook on the wall.  While she stood there, Girard quickly undressed.  His cock was rampant.  He seated himself on the side of the bed.

       “Slave, kneel down here, and get my cock in your mouth”, he ordered.

       Fearing retribution, Abbey knelt down and took Girard’s cock into her mouth.  As best as she knew how, she was sucking his cock.  Things were happening very fast.  It seems that everyone wanted their cock in her mouth.  She had to admit to herself that a large throbbing cock in her mouth was arousing.  Both Krueger and Girard had large, hot, throbbing cocks.

       Girard reach down and grasped the sensitive nipple on her right breast.  He twisted and pulled her nipple.  She winced in pain, but continued to suck his cock.

       “Slave”, Girard growled.  “You had better get to work on my cock, or you tit will know the reason why!”

         Abbey renewed her sucking efforts.  She knew she was doing better when he heard Girard’s breath quicken and as he eased the pressure on her tormented nipple.  In a matter of a few moments, he was moaning and his cock was throbbing.  She worked harder, and finally his cock erupted in a hot driving cum, sending jets of scalding cum into her throat.  Abbey continued to suck his engorged member until it started to recede.  She made sure he was totally satisfied with her efforts.  Finally, as she knelt before Girard, with her right nipple tingling from its torment, she could not help but reflect what was happening to her.  In a matter of about two hours in this strange mansion, Abbey had sucked two cocks ,her breasts had been whipped, and her nipple and breasts punished.  She did not even have time to think about what was happening to her.

       After Girard had recovered, he had Abbey stand up.  He released her elbows and wrists.  She was relieved.  Her arms had been bound tightly behind her back for about five or six hours, or more.  They were stiff from such a long and stringent bondage.  Girard had plans for her.

       He quickly tied a rope to her wrist cuffs, in front of her.  This rope was passed through a hook at the top of one of the four tall corner posts on her bed.  The rope was pulled up tight, stretching her, exposing her body to Girard.  He spent the next several minutes examining her body.  He spent time fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples.  He ran his hand down onto her smooth ass and her thighs.  Finally, he spent considerable time rummaging through her pussy.  When he finished, he leaned forward and kissed her.  In fact, he kissed her several times.  By the time he was finished, Abbey was very aroused and was desperate to be fucked.

       Girard extracted a whip from the chest of drawers, much like the whip which had been used on her by Krueger.  He came to her with the whip.  He leaned down and kissed her.  She returned his kiss to please him.  He kissed her again, while fondling her breasts.

       “Slave, every evening, just before you go to bed, you will be whipped.  You have permission to get used to it as it is the usual ritual.  Now, turn you ass to me.”

       As Abbey did so, Girard struck her with the whip.  After a few hard strokes, she tried to avoid the whip.  He would have none of it.  A second strand of rope was used to tie around her waist, tying her tightly to the bed post.  Girard produced two spring loaded clips.  The clips were connected by a short chain.  After installing the clip on her right nipple, he wrapped the chain around the bed post, subsequently attaching the other clip to her left nipple.  The clips were painful, but they had another mission.  If she struggled too much, or pulled back from the bed post, her nipples would be painfully pulled by the clips. Now she could not avoid her punishment.  Girard struck again.  It did not take long.  Soon she was crying, asking for mercy.  None came.  When Girard felt she had enough, he replaced the whip in the dresser drawer, untied her waist rope, and released her wrists from the bed post.  Abbey was made to remove the clips from her own nipples.  The pain was intense.  She was not allowed to rub or massage her nipples to ease the pain. Girard ordered her to get on the bed and open her legs.  His cock was massively erect, again.

       Abbey did as she was told, and Girard climbed between her open legs, and after slipping his cock into her pussy, fucked her soundly.  She could feel his cock in her cunt.  It felt good.  It took her mind of her aching breasts.  She hated to admit it, but it felt really good.  After all the sexual activity today, she wanted to be fucked, and to have a wonderful climax.  It seemed that the abuse she had endured aroused her even more.  She had obeyed every thing they wanted, and felt she would be rewarded with a climax.  Girard, however, made sure Abbey did not have a climax, leaving her frustrated, and wishing her husband was there to give her a cum. 

       Instead of cumming in her pussy, Girard pulled his cock from her cunt as he was having his climax.  His ejaculation rocketed from his cock, splashing on her belly and breasts.  Smiling, he reached out and spread his cum on her breasts and belly.  Abbey was aroused by what he was doing, but very frustrated as she was not allowed to have a climax.  She even begged him to fuck her to a cum.  He ignored her pleading.  After having his way with her, Girard dressed, and left the room, looking both doors behind him.  Before leaving, he locked her leather wrist cuffs behind her back.

       Abbey was alone, in a strange place, a prisoner of a stranger, and her cunt ached for her husbands cock, or by now, any cock, and satisfaction.  She wanted Jim to hold and cuddle her.  She felt very alone and helpless.  Her wrists were still locked behind her back, eliminating the possibility of her seeking her own relief.  Girard cum was spread on her, and there was nothing she could do about it, or her predicament.  Abbey felt alone, very alone, and very helpless.  She quietly sobbed as she fell into an exhausted and frustrated sleep.

Continued…  

                    ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART FOUR

       The sound of the door opening to Abbey’s “cell” awakened her.  She forgot where she was.  She was startled to find that she was in a strange place.  Quickly she rolled over in the bed, and realized that her wrists were bound behind her back.  Instinctively, she struggled against her bonds while her mind was racing, trying to figure out where she was and why she was naked and bound.  As she struggled to free her wrists, she looked at the door.  When she saw Alex Krueger she remembered where she was, and why she was bound and in a strange bed.  Abbey ceased struggling lay back on the bed, submissively waiting for Alex Krueger to give her an order.  She missed her husband and her home, but she was Alex Krueger’s prisoner, subject to his whims.  She had her apprehensions, but knew of no way to stop or prevent what happening to her.

       Alex Krueger smiled, “Good Morning Abbey.  How are you doing this morning?”

       He was wearing a short robe, similar to the one he wore yesterday.  He was still a commanding figure, and she remembered to respect him and show obedience.

       “I’m fine, Sir.  Please, if you don’t mind, I really need to go to the bathroom.”

       Alex gave her a thoughtful look, and replied, “Everything in it’s own good time.  First, you have a job to do.  Sit up on the side of the bed.”

       Abbey did so.  Alex moved closer to her, and opened his robe revealing his rapidly rising cock.  His erect manhood was throbbing to match his heart beat.  The hot purple head touched her chin.  Abbey did not need to be told what to do.  She leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his pulsating cock.  After running her tongue over the purple head, she took his cock into her mouth.  She then realized that she was still stimulated from the evening before.  She had been aroused by her husband on her trip to Krueger’s place.  After being turned over to Krueger and his minions, she had been constantly bound, whipped, fondled, made to suck a cock several times, and had been fucked once.  At no time had she been allowed to have a climax.  Her pussy was aching for relief.  She wondered when that would come, and what was going to happen to her.  She realized, also, that she was really missing her husband, Jim.  She had agreed to submit to sexual slave training, under the control of Alex Krueger, but she seriously missed being with her husband.

       Abbey also realized that she was famished.  She had not eaten since lunch time yesterday.  Now, in addition to needing to relieve herself, being sexually frustrated, she was very hungry.  If any of these needs were to be addressed, she felt she had to make sure Alex was satisfied with her obedience, and talent as a sex slave.

       About the time she thought Krueger was about to cum, he stopped her.  He pulled away from her, extracting his rigid cock from her mouth.  In a real sense, Krueger had a magnificent cock, and Abbey was beginning to enjoy the feel of it in her mouth.  She wondered what it would be like to be fucked by his massive member.

       “Enough, now”, Krueger said.  “It is time for you bath.  Come with me.”

       Krueger led her into the bathroom attached to her bedroom/cell.  He turned on the water, and while it was heating up, he released the lock connecting her wrists, and removed her leather ankle and wrist cuffs.  He then took off his robe, and ordered her into the shower.  He followed her.  This was the first time since her husband had bound her the day before, that she had the use of her hands and arms.

       The shower was large enough for four or five people, so there was plenty of room for Abbey and Krueger.  Krueger handed her a bottle of liquid body soap.

       “Abbey, when you are in the shower with your master, it is important that you bathe him.  Be very thorough, and show him pleasure.  Pay particular attention to his cock and balls.  Now”, he ordered, “Bath me, and make sure I like what is happening.”

       She set about to bathe Krueger.  Making sure she had plenty of the liquid soap on her hands, she began to cover every inch of his muscular body, making sure he was clean, and using a massaging movement of her hands, making sure he enjoyed his shower.  As she was working on Krueger’s body, she secretly relieved herself in the shower, hoping that he would not know.

       She saved her attention to his cock and balls until last.  Using a new amount of soap, she began to “shampoo” his cock and balls.  After she rinsed the soap off, she applied a new hand full.  Again, she worked his cock and balls.  As she rinsed his groin area, she kissed and licked the head of his now rigidly throbbing cock.  As she started to stroke his cock, while holding his balls with her other hand, Krueger stopped her, and pulled her hands above her head.  It was then that she noticed a pair of chrome handcuffs hanging from the ceiling on at chain.  Alex Krueger moved her hands up to the steel cuffs and quickly locked them on her wrists.  Again she was a naked restrained prisoner.  It seemed that nothing was done to her without her being bound or restrained in some way.

       Silently, Krueger concentrated on bathing Abbey.  After soaping and rinsing her, he kept fondling her breasts and cunt.  This managed to raise her libido to the “red hot” level.  It was for naught.  About the time she was going to have a climax, Krueger stopped playing with her pussy, and pulled his hand away.  Abbey moaned with sexual frustration.  Oh, God, she wanted to cum!  She twisted in her bonds, rubbing her fine legs together, hoping to achieve some sexual satisfaction.  She wished Krueger would fuck her, or better, she wished that Jim were here to fuck her.  How she missed him.

       Krueger turned off the shower water, and released her wrists.  Handing her a towel, as they stepped from the shower, he instructed, “Dry me off with the towel, but you are to use only your lips to remove the water drops from my cock and balls..”

       Abbey used the large towel to dry his body, and as ordered, used her mouth to dry his cock and balls.  With a repeated kissing motion, she was thorough and his cock remained rigid, throbbing with his heartbeat as Abbey dried his cock.

       When she had dried his body, cock and balls, Krueger said, “O.K. I will let you alone for 20 minutes.  You are to fix you hair, and do you make up in a high style.  Someone will be here to take you to breakfast at that time.  Be ready, or you will be whipped.  If you try to satisfy yourself, you will be severely punished.  Understand?”

       Krueger turned and left Abbey’s cell, locking both doors as he did so.  She worked hard and efficiently.  She desperately wanted to used her delicate fingers to bring herself to a climax, but did not dare.  She noticed that there were several video surveillance cameras mounted on the walls of her cell. 

       At the appointed time, she was ready, wearing only a pair of red patent leather shoes that had been left for her, along her ankle and wrist cuffs and collar.  These items had been left on her bed.  Small pad locks were left also.  She assumed that meant that she should lock her cuffs and collar on herself, with those locks.  She did so.  The collar was somewhat wider than the one she wore yesterday.  There were four “O” rings mounted at the cardinal points of the collar.  Once locked on, it forced her to hold her head up high, and to stand straight.  When Alex returned, he locked her wrists behind her back again, and attached a leash to her collar.  She followed he as he tugged on her leash, leading her from her cell and the basement.

       The kitchen smelled of eggs and bacon.  Her meal had been placed on the table, along with a cup of steaming coffee and some whole wheat toast.  Krueger led her to her chair and instructed her to sit.  She was greeted with yet another surprise.

       The chair provided for her was vastly different.  Mounted in the seat of the chair was a large rubber dildo, a rubber cock, if you will.  With her bound arms, it proved a little difficult, but she managed.  Abbey eased herself down on the upraised rubber cock, letting it slip into her steaming cunt.  The cock was very filling as it was quite large.  Being impaled on a rigid rubber dildo did nothing to calm her sexual frustration.  It only caused her pussy to be hotter.  It was then that she noticed that the chair was also equipped with leather “seat belts”.  Krueger buckled the seat belt tightly across her lap, effectively locking her to the chair, and on the dildo.  A small padlock on the buckle of the belt insured that she would not getting up from the chair until Krueger was ready for her to get up. 

       Her wrists were released, and she was allowed to eat.  She was starved and ate her breakfast with abandon.  As she ate, she was thinking about her predicament.  She had never been free here at Krueger’s house, and had not been allowed sexual gratification.  She could only surmise that this would continue, much to her frustration.  The bondage, and perhaps the torture, she could handle, but being denied gratification was sheer torture, the worst.

       When she finished her breakfast, Girard came into the kitchen to get her.  Before releasing her from her chair, he again locked her wrists behind her back.  There was an added dimension, however.  After he had locked her wrist cuffs together, he then pulled them up, up between her shoulder blades.  Her fingers could almost touch the back of her collar.  Using another pad lock, Girard locked her wrists to the ring in that back of her collar, locking her wrists up high behind her back, her hands now being located between her shoulder blades.  The position of her wrists was not too uncomfortable, but there was a constant tugging on her collar.  Now she knew why this collar was wider.  A narrow collar would have choked her and been very uncomfortable with her wrists lock to the back of it.

       Girard released her from the chair, and helped her off the large dildo, assisting her to stand.  Once Abbey was standing, she realized the particular advantage of her bondage.  While her bondage was rather strict and rigid, her hands were well out of the way, and her complete body was now open to fondling, whipping and torment.  On one hand she was some what excited about the possibilities, and on the other hand there was a degree of terror.  This was a lethal combination for an aroused woman, who had been whipped, sexually assaulted, and not allowed any type of sexual gratification.

       Abbey was led back down to the basement “orgy room”.  There she was met by Krueger.  This is the first time she had seen him dressed.  A black “T” shirt, faded blue jeans, and black Wellington boots was his attire.  In his hand, he carried his reliable multi-thonged whip.  The leather handle of this whip resembled an erect cock.

       “Abbey”, Krueger greeted.  “Welcome to our slave school.  I hope you liked your breakfast?”

       “Yessir, Abbey replied, meekly.

       “Fine, come here so I can fix you.”

       Krueger walked her to the center of the room.  There, hanging from the ceiling was a steel cable, with a hook on the end.  He hooked the cable to the front ring of her collar.  Krueger knelt down, and attached rope to Abbey’s ankle cuffs.  She was ordered to spread her legs, which she did.  Krueger attached the ropes to steel rings mounted in the concrete floor.  Now she was bound with her legs widely spread.  Using a remote switch clipped to his belt, he caused a winch in the ceiling above her to activate.  The cable was pulled back into the ceiling, pulling her up straight.  As she reached the point of nearly standing on her toes, he stopped the cable movement.  Now Abbey was standing very straight, being pulled up by her neck, with her wrists locked behind her and pulled up high, locked to the back of her collar.  Her legs were spread, making her cunt very vulnerable.  She was very helpless, and uncomfortable.

       As Alex was attending to the helpless and naked Abbey, Girard was opening another of the cell doors next her own cell.  From that cell, he led another woman.  She was younger than Abbey, pretty, blonde and petite.  While Abbey was of moderate height, she was well built.  Her legs and hips reminded one of a chorus line dancer, while her narrow waist and large breasts commanded attention.  The new prisoner was slimmer, more athletic, and not as voluptuous as Abbey.  Her pale pink nipples complimented her soft blonde hair.  Faint whip marks could be observed on her breasts, thighs and ass.  She was a petit beauty.

       The new girl was bound as was Abbey.  Her wrists were locked behind her back, and a wide collar was affixed to her neck.  A rubber ball gag, mounted on a leather strap, was tightly fixed in her mouth.  She was naked, wearing only high heel shoes, much in the way Abbey was.  Her tanned skin was delightfully smooth.  She was a natural blonde as her pussy fur matched that found on her pretty little head.  Unlike Abbey, her pubis was not bare.  At Jim’s insistence, Abbey had sought laser treatments to permanently remove her pubic hair.  This new slave was now being led from her cell by Girard, who had attached a leash to her collar.

       Krueger was fondling Abbey’s breasts and cunt as Girard was bringing the other slave out of her cell.  As Abbey watched, a leather strap was wrapped around the other girl’s elbows.  Girard pulled the strap until her elbows were tightly bound together in the small of her back.  He then placed spring loaded clips to the girls nipples.  It was obvious this captive was in some distress.  Abbey’s pussy was getting hotter with Krueger’s ministrations, and her sexual deprivation was more frustrating as she watched this new slave being handled by Girard.

       Kruger spoke, “Abbey, I would like you to meet a class mate.  This is Caron.  Caron is going to be married very soon, and her lover and future husband wants her to be a sex slave.  She has volunteered to come to our establishment to be trained.  Soon she will graduate and become a dutiful wife and sex slave to her husband.  She has been here over a month.  Hopefully, she had learned her lessons well, and will graduate soon.  You could learn a lot about being an obedient slave from Caron.”

       Caron looked at Abbey over her gag.  Abbey tried to smile at her, although her concentration was being interrupted by Krueger’s attention to her pussy.  Krueger instructed Girard to bring Caron to where Abbey was tied.  Once there, she was ordered to kneel in front of Abbey.

       Krueger spoke again.  “Now, Ladies, here is what is going to happen.  Abbey we know that you have never been touched by another woman.  Well, we are going to take care of that right now.  Caron wants to pleasure you. Don‘t you Caron.”

       Caron looked at Abbey, and nodded her head in agreement.  Abbey momentarily panicked.  “No, please.  Don’t do this.  I have…never…been…with another woman.  Please…that‘s disgusting.  I‘ll do anything but that.”

       Abbey’s plea was interrupted as Krueger sharply slapped her right breast.  Almost immediately, he cruelly slapped her other breast.  Rapidly he struck each breast about four times each.  Her ample tits bounced and shook deliciously as they were assaulted.  A shocked Abbey was silenced.  She moaned loudly, and the closed her mouth, biting her lip to keep from calling out or screaming.

       “You know better than to protest”, Krueger spat!  “You are a slave, and you will do as you are told.  If you don’t, you will be punished until you do as we say.  Do you understand!”

       With a tears running down her pretty cheeks and an ache in her freshly slapped breasts, Abbey replied, “Yessir, yes sir.  I’m sorry.  Please, I‘m sorry.”

       Krueger ordered Caron’s gag removed.  Still holding his favorite whip, he stepped behind Abbey.  The scene was set.

       “O.K, people, here’s the drill.  Caron, you are to suck Abbey’s cunt until she cums.  Abbey, you have been wanting to have a climax, so now’s you chance.  Caron, you know what to do, so do it, now!”

       Caron leaned forward and kissed Abbey’s pussy.  She then placed her mouth on Abbey’s cunt lips and allowed her delicate pink tongue to lick her clit.  It was like an electric shock.  Abbey instinctively tried to pull away from Caron’s hot mouth and tongue.  As she did so, Krueger brought his whip down sharply across Abbey’s ass.  Abbey jumped forward to escape the whip, which promptly pushed her cunt tightly against Caron’s mouth.  Caron’s tongue pushed into the depths of Abbeys heated pussy.

       Caron kept sucking Abbey’s pussy, and Krueger set up a slow cadence with his whip on her ass.  Caron was building a fire in Abbey’s cunt, while the heat from the whipping was raising her sexual temperature.  Periodically, Krueger would snake the whip around Abbey’s helpless body and strike a blow at her tits.  Abbey did not know where the whip was going to strike next.

       Caron was merciless, and an accomplished cunt licker.  Between the whipping and Caron’s assault on her pussy, Abbey was losing contact with reality.  She was lost in the blazing heat of an erotic fog.  The sexual heat continued to rise, but as she was very close to a climax, Girard quickly pulled Caron away from Abbey’s pussy.  Abbey screamed from frustration. 

       “Oh, NO”, Abbey begged.  “Please, please don’t leave me like this!“

       She begged for a climax.  Her hips were humping an invisible lover.  She looked down at Caron and begged her not to stop.  She closed her eyes and prayed for relief.

       Krueger moved around to Abbey’s front.  With her eyes closed, and her hips still moving to the cadence set by Krueger and Caron, she was still lost in a lustful haze.  Krueger raised his whip and brought it sharply down and up, crashing into Abbey’s pussy.  Abbey jumped, but the whip struck again, even harder.  It was like she had been stuck with lightening.  Almost immediately, she was tossed into the throes of a massive climax.  The pain of the whip on her heated pussy was causing her to cum.  Her hips were humping and heaving as if she were fucking an invisible cock.  Krueger continued to slowly whip her pussy.  It seemed as if her climax would never end.  Abbey had been made to come from a whipping.

       After what seemed to be an eternity, Abbey came back to “earth” and opened her eyes.  Krueger, Girard and the kneeling Caron were all watching her with amazement.  They were seeing a thing of rare beauty.

       “Omigod…, please…”, Abbey spoke with an exhausted whisper.  “Please forgive me.  Oh God, that was wonderful.”

       Her head drooped down, and then she looked back at Krueger.  “I never knew a whip could make you cum.  I’m sorry I protested.”

       Krueger wrapped his arm around her and kissed her while fondling her breasts.  Abbey returned the kiss.  She had never been so completely consumed with a particular sex act, or for that matter sex, and sexual slavery.  Krueger continued to hold her tight to his body as he released the steel ceiling cable from her collar.  She collapsed into his arms. As Krueger was still holding and fondling her, she looked down at Caron.

       “Caron, thank you, thank you.”

       Caron just smiled back at her.  Caron was being escorted to a couch on the other side of the room where Girard required her to kneel in front of the couch and suck his cock.  Abbey noticed that as Caron was sucking her tormentor’s cock, he was using a light weight whip, flicking it at her breasts, to urge her on to better sucking efforts.  It seemed to be working.

       Krueger took Abbey to one of the king-sized beds in the corner of the basement room and had her lay down on the bed.  This was somewhat difficult as her wrists were still pulled up high on her back and attached to her collar.  She managed as best she could.  Her stringent bondage caused an interesting effect.  It forced her chest, and breasts up, offering them up to whom ever wanted to touch or torment them.  Krueger ordered her to spread her legs, which she did.

       Abbey watched as Krueger undressed.  As usual, his cock was massive, and rampant  It was erect and stuck straight out form his body.  As he walked, it swayed menacingly.  Krueger had not fucked Abbey since she was turned over to him.  She logically concluded that she was about to be fucked by her keeper.

       Krueger produced a couple of rather nasty looking spring loaded clips.  Without hesitation, he clamped one of the clips to her right nipple.  Abbey gritted her teeth and moaned quietly.  Deftly, he attached the second clip to her left nipple.  This time she groaned loudly behind her clinched teeth.  Krueger ignored any expressions of pain or discomfort.

       Her tormentor then moved onto the bed and in between her spread legs.  Even though Abbey had just experienced a red hot climax as a result of Caron’s sweet mouth and tongue, and Krueger’s whip, she was still aroused and was watching him as he prepared to fuck her.  She had never seen a cock so large, and wondered if it would hurt her.  She wanted to be fucked.  She would have preferred her husband, but given that she had no choice, she would submit to Alex Krueger.  She wanted a cock inside her cunt.

       Krueger knelt between her legs and stoked his heavy cock.  She watched as beads of pre-cum made the head of his cock shine.  Finally, with a smile on his face, he leaned forward and inserted his phallus into her waiting cunt.  It was large, and it was filling, but there was no significant pain.  She reasoned that her recent climax had prepared her for Krueger.  In a very few moments, he was riding her like a bull.  His cock was pounding and driving into her heated depths.  She became a mad woman with the passion of Krueger’s assault.  In a few more strokes of his cock in her cunt, Abbey again exploded in an orgasmic release.  As she was cumming, Krueger was slapping her clamped breasts.  The maltreatment merely caused her to be more aroused, and her climax was explosive! 

       Kruger could contain himself no more, and his cock exploded with red hot jets of cum.  Abbey could feel the heated spurts inside of her belly.  It seemed that Abbey fainted for a few seconds.  The level of lust and passionate excitement was too much for her to endure!  As she was cumming again, Krueger abruptly removed the nipple clips from her breasts.  While the pain was significant, it only seemed to enhance her climax.  Abbey was learning her lessons at “sex slave” school.  The morning of her first day at the home of Alex Krueger was monumental.

Continued…

                    ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART FIVE

       Abbey’s first morning under the care and training of Alex Krueger had been more than she anticipated.  She would have never believed that she could have a climax from being pussy whipped, and she would have never believed that she would enjoy the mouth, tongue and touch of another woman.  Her morning had been nothing but hot blazing sexual pleasure.  Her afternoon was to be different.

       Shortly after lunch, Abbey was taken back to her cell were she was given an enema.  After completing this embarrassing routine, her hands were again locked behind her back.  As with her morning bondage routine, again her bound wrists and hands were pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the back of her collar.  This was a stringent bondage position.  It also signaled that things were going to happen to her, and her tormentors did not want her to be in a position to interfere with her torment.  As soon as her arms and hands were securely out of the way, Girard gagged her.  He used a penis gag.  This is a devilish device.  It is a black plastic dildo, the size of an erect cock, mounted on a leather strap.  The plastic cock is inserted in the slave’s mouth.  The strap is wrapped around the slave’s head and buckled, tightly, effectively locking this plastic cock deep in the slave’s mouth.  It is a stringent gag, filling her mouth, and very effective.

       Girard took custody of her, and walked her out into the orgy room.  There she was required to kneel on the floor at the end of a coffee table.  After requiring her to bend over onto the table, Girard tied her in position.  Abbey was afraid.

       “Slave, here’s what’s going to happen now.  Your husband has indicated that he wants your ass to be opened so it can be used in the future.  While he does not particularly enjoy ass fucking,  he knows others do.  So he wants you to be open so others can use you rear passage when they want to.”

       Abbey wanted to protest, plead for mercy, but her gag denied her that communication.  She could only wait and see, and experience what Girard was going to do to her.  She never felt so helpless in her life.  Abbey looked over her shoulder and watched as Girard produced a “butt plug” from a drawer under the coffee table.  It was not the largest “butt plug” she had ever seen but it was not insignificant.  It was flesh colored with sculpted end.  The designed meant that once it had been inserted in to her ass, it would not come out of its own volition.  As long as her wrists were locked high behind her back, she would not be able to expel it.  It would remain firmly in place, in her rectum, until it was removed by another person, or her hands were released.  Girard was using KY jelly to lubricated this butt plug  After doing so, he squeezed a dollop of the slippery stuff on his large finger. He then spread some on her little ass “button” and inserted his finger in her.  Working his finger in her ass, he loosened her up a bit.  Next came the butt plug.  Girard eased it in, until it was firmly lodged in her.  It was not terribly uncomfortable, but she definitely knew it was there.

       Abbey was then released from the coffee table, and made to stand up.  She could feel this new invader of her body.  Girard made her walk around the room several times.  With every step she took, she could feel the butt plug working in her ass.  After a few minutes, it began to feel relatively more comfortable, even arousing.  She supposed the thought of her ass being invaded while she was helpless to object was a part of it.  Another sexual predicament that was being imposed on her, and she could not object.  That in itself was arousing to her.  To her chagrin, Abbey had to admit to herself that she was definitely a slave mentality.  Even if she wanted to object, her body was betraying her and her libido was on the rise.

       She was made to wear the butt plug for five days.  Each morning she was required to give herself and enema, and then the butt plug was inserted.  It was removed from time to time for necessary bodily functions, and at night.  Each day, the size of the butt plug increased, until on the fifth day, the plug was the size of Krueger’s cock, which was considerable.  During this time, when she was fucked, the butt plug seemed to make it more intense.

       The fifth day found her on her knees sucking Krueger’s cock.  Being fucked, sucking someone’s cock, and the ever present torments and whippings seemed to be a way of life.  Living without these things would never occurred to her, now.  She was having a hard remembering what it was like not being sexually used and abused on a daily basis, for that matter, hourly.

       On this particular day, her hands were not bound.  As she sucked Krueger’s cock, she was stoking it with her right hand while her left had was cradling and massaging his balls.

       “You are a fantastic slave, Abbey”, said Krueger.  “You are learning you trade.  You are becoming an excellent cock sucker.  You husband will be very proud of you.”

       Abbey continued sucking, but nodded her head to let Krueger know she appreciated his compliment.

       “Abbey”, he continued.  “Take my cock from you mouth, and kneel at the coffee table.”

       Abbey knelt at the coffee table, with her face and tits pressed down on the top of the table.  Instinctively, she moved her hands behind her back, expecting to be bound.  She stayed in that position as Alex Krueger knelt behind her.  Using steel police type handcuffs, he imprisoned her wrists and arms behind her.  Next she could feel him parting her ass cheeks, and fumbling with the butt plug.  Krueger pulled the butt plug from her beautiful ass.

       He let Abbey absorb the removal of the butt plug, then he slowly eased his cock in her cunt, and began fucking her.  Since she had not been allowed to have a climax all day, she was aroused.  Krueger’s cock felt good.  His fucking of her was rhythmic, and not as vigorous as he normally was.  This was fucking was gentle, designed to arouse her.  About the time when she thought he might let her have a climax, he pulled his soaking cock from her pussy.

       Abbey wanted to scream with frustration.  Her pussy ached.  She wanted to cum, wanted to be fucked.  She was so aroused and frustrated that it was all she could to hold her tears.  Almost instantly, however, she felt his cock touching the little brown bud of her ass.  His cock was lubricated with her pussy juices, and her ass was moistened by the KY jelly that had been used on the butt plug.  With a concerted effort, Krueger’s cock invaded her ass.  There was discomfort, but the pain was not too bad, not as bad as she had expected.  Her cuffed hands were in tight little fists as she anticipated severe pain that never came.

       Krueger commenced to fuck her ass.  Her ass tightened around his cock.  Even though she had been opened with butt plugs, she was tight, putting delightful pressure on his rigid cock.  Her ass felt good to him.  As he was fucking her, he was rummaging through her pussy, and teasing her clit.  In a minute or two, the ass fucking took on another element.  It was feeling good.  With the movement of his cock, and the fondling of her pussy, she had a climax in a few minutes.  Krueger kept fucking her, and she was on her way to another climax when he came in her ass.  She could feel the hot cum filling her rear passage.  Krueger leaned down on her and hugged her as he came down from his orgasmic high.  Abbey reasoned that she far preferred a cock in her pussy, but, ass fucking was not bad, not too bad at all.  Kruger released her and let her go clean herself after her initiation to being fucked in the ass.  Another step had been taken to complete her slave training.  It seemed that every step brought new torments, newly acquired sexually talents, new revelations, and new delights.  She never knew a woman could be so sexually aware, and aroused, nearly constantly.  She was surprised that she could manage while being bound all the time.  She took her helplessness as a way of life.  She was to have a surprise in her training regimen.  On day six of her imprisonment in the House of Krueger, things became more complicated and her slave resolve was tested.

       She had been fed an early dinner, and was returned to her cell with instructions to give herself an enema, and do her hair and make up in a high fashion style.  When she was through, her raven hair hung to her shoulders.  Her makeup accentuated her blue eyes.  Her full lips were delightfully red.  Abbey even used a little of her lipstick to make her nipples a little brighter hue of pink. 

       She was wearing her collar, ankle and wrist cuffs, and a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps.  She wondered what was going to happen.  It seemed that she was being prepared for another sexual event.  This filled her with both trepidation and excitement.  She resolved that there was not much she could to about the situation, so she waited to see what was going to happen.  In her heart, she wished this ordeal was over and that she could be returned to her husband.  She missed Jim and their cloistered life.  She loved him and hoped that he still loved her.  She closed her eyes and thought of him as her left hand caressed her breasts and her right hand moved down to her moist pussy.  She was careful not to give herself a climax as she knew Krueger could see her on closed circuit television.

       At about 7:30 P.M., Girard came down to her cell.  He locked her wrists behind her back, with her bound wrists resting on her silky ass. He attached a leather leash to her collar.  She was taken upstairs to the library of the house.  This is the place where she was first turned over to Alex Krueger.  As she entered the room, she saw three men.  Alex Krueger was there, seated in an easy chair.  On the floor, kneeling beside his chair was Caron.  She was naked, with her hands bound behind her back.  Her black leather heels matched the black leather collar around her neck.  Krueger was holding the end of the leash of the collar on Caron’s neck in one hand while with his other hand he was fondling her breasts.  Caron smiled, but was silent as Abbey entered the room. 

       Seated on the couch next to Alex Krueger were two younger men.  Both of the younger men were dressed in black silk robes, similar to the ones that Krueger and Girard wore.  The men were seated, having a drink.  They were relaxed and the robes worn by the young men were open.  They were naked beneath the robes, and their semi-erects cocks were visible.

       “Abbey, welcome to our little group”, Alex greeted.  “I want you to meet two special people.  First is my son, Hans, and his college friend, Klaus.”

       Abbey bowed her head slightly, and replied, submissively “I am pleased to meet you, Sirs.”

       She stood there, naked except for her bonds and high heel shoes.  She could feel the hot eyes of Hans and Klaus looking at her.  She looked down at their crotches, and saw that their cocks were rapidly becoming rigid and erect.  She was already guessing that she was to be the entertainment for these young men, just barely in their 20’s.  Even though she was older by some 15 years, the look on their faces told her of their lust for her.

       “Come, Abbey”, Alex ordered, “Come close to Hans, so he can inspect you.  You are to obey him and Klaus completely, as you do me.”

       Hans leaned forward as Abbey stood in front of his chair.  His cock was now very hard, and almost as large as his father’s cock.

       “Abbey, that’s a pretty name, for a pretty slave”, Hans said.  “Come closer and offer me your tits.”

       Abbey leaned forward, allowing her magnificent breasts to hang down as an offering to Hans.  He reached up and grasped both her breasts.  He kneaded them as he would bread dough.  He pinched and twisted her nipples.  When he was through examining her breasts, he had her step closer so he could rummage through her cunt.  She stepped closer and spread her legs as in finger invaded her pussy.  This he did in great detail, leaving her aroused and breathless.  Finally, after running his hands over her legs and thighs, he inspected her silky ass.  Even though she was humiliated about being displayed like this, she was nevertheless aroused by the attention being paid to her body.

       “Dad, she is really hot.  I love the whip marks on her tits and ass.  How long has she been here”, Hans questioned.

       “This is her first week”, Krueger answered.  “Her husband has sent her here to be trained.  She has over a week or more to go, if she learns her lessons well enough.  Any problems, however, she will be kept here much longer.  I want you and Klaus to have your way with her tonight, or for that matter as long as you are here.  You know the rules around here for the treatment of slaves.  Anything is possible with her You can bind and hurt her, just don’t injure her.”

       While Alex and Hans were talking about her, Klaus was inspecting her.  He was particularly interested in her ass.  In fact, he was finger fucking her ass.  Abbey was doing her best to submit as she did not want to displease Alex.

       “Well, if you don’t mind, Dad”, Hans stated, “I would like to take her down to the basement and enjoy her.”

       Krueger smiled, looking at Abbey, and said, “Go, have a good time.  Enjoy her to the fullest.”

       Hans and Klaus stood up, and took possession of her.  Hans led her by her leash down to the basement, while Klaus following behind her.  He marveled at her shapely legs and tight, but luscious ass.  He was hoping he would have an opportunity to enjoy Abbey’s sweet ass.   Once in the basement, Klaus spoke.

       “Hans, Man, I can’t believe that a chick this hot is ours to do what we want.  Are you sure?”

       “You heard my Dad.  He has been letting me have access to his slaves since I was about fifteen years old.  You can do anything you want to her.  Tie her, whip her, fuck her, make her suck you, and I know you, even fuck her in her ass.  Isn’t that right, Abbey?”

       Abbey swallowed hard, and looked at Hans with fear in her eyes, meekly replying, “Y…yy…yesser…that’s right.  Please, don’t be too cruel…to me.”

       Hans smiled, “Well, Cunt, that is going to depend on you.  You had better do your best to make us happy.”

       Abbey swallowed hard and nodded her head, “Yessir.  I promise to do my best.”

       She felt very vulnerable, more so now than she had during her stay at Haus Krueger.  By now both Hans and Klaus had removed their robes and were naked, ready to have their way with her.

       “Let’s get this thing on the road”, Hans told Klaus.  “Abbey, come with me.”

       Abbey walked over to Hans, and stood before him.  He just stood there, stroking his cock, looking at her.  He reached out and pulled her to him, with his arm around her waist.  He turned her a quarter turn so he had access to both her breasts as he hugged her.

       Using he free right hand, he grasped her left breast, commenting, “You know, you have got one hell of a set of tits.  They are magnificent.  I‘m going to enjoy playing with them.”

       Abbey humbly replied, “Thank you…, sir.  I’m glad you like them.”

       Hans continued to maul her breasts, and then raised his hand and slapped her left breast.  Quickly, he slapped her right breast.  Her magnificent mounds bounced and jiggled in a most delightful way.  Hans slapped each breast again.  Abbey had closed her eyes and was biting her lower lip as she withstood the assault on her breasts.

       “Cunt, I want you to raise your tits to me.  Push them out as far as you can, so it is easier for me to slap them.  Like my Father, I love to slap tits, and I really like slapping yours”, Hans ordered.

       Abbey did as she was told, raising her breasts, making them more vulnerable to Hans’ assault on them.  He slapped them even harder than before.  His rigid cock became even harder as he continued his attack.  Klaus just stood there stroking is cock.  He had never seen anything so hot in his life.  He just could not believe that he and Hans had total sexual control of this beautiful slave/wife, and could do anything they wanted with her.  If she objected to anything they wanted to do, they could punish and force her to do their bidding.

       By now Abbey was moaning and gritting her teeth, an errant tear running down her soft cheek.  David Rayne must have told Alex about the incident when he was slapping her breasts.  Now, she was being tested to see how good a slave she really was.  She would do anything to keep from calling out.  Hans then did something curious.  He released Abbey and made her stand there.  Tears were running down her cheeks and her breasts were colored pink, evidence of them being slapped.

       “Now, Slave Cunt, I order you to stand there, with your tits out as far as you can push them.  Stand there, and do not move as I slap your tits again.  Do you understand?”

       Tearfully, Abbey replied, “Yessir, I…understand.”  She forced her breasts out as ordered.  She wanted to beg him not to be so cruel to her, but knew better.

       Hans raised his hand and struck her left breast.  Abbey shifted on her feet, but maintained her position.  A total of five slaps, hard, on each breast was administered.  Abbey was quietly sobbing, but stood as she was told, and never attempted to pull away from what Hans wanted to do to her.  Her delicate bound hands clinched and twisted as her tits were being abused.  During this entire assault, she kept her breasts pushed out, offering them to Hans.

       “Wow, Cunt”, Hans exclaimed.  “You are one hot slave.  My dad has taught you well, and you have learned your lessons.”

       Abbey held her silence.  She was waiting for what ever else was going to be done to her.

       “Cunt, come with me.  You next project is at hand”, Hans affirmed.

       He led her to the middle of the room were the whipping post stood.  Quickly, he changed her bondage of her wrists to the front.  Her arms were raised and tied tightly to a ring high up on the whipping post.  A black leather belt was used to strap her waist tightly to the whipping post.

       “Now, Klaus, here is how you whip a slave”, Hans instructed.  “Tie her helplessly.  Make it tight so she cannot hurt herself.  If she struggles too much, she could injure herself.  Do not listen to her cries.  She just wants you to stop whipping her.  You make that decision.  Just don’t injure her, or break her skin.  Isn’t that right Abbey?”

       Abbey closed her eyes, and haltingly replied, “Y…yes sir…that’s..right.”

       Hans had selected his father’s favorite whip, a multi-thong medium weight flogger.  Without any hesitation, he brought the whip sharply across her ass.  The blow was significant, but Abbey was becoming accustomed to being whipped.  The pain was no less, but her ability to absorb and endure these torments had significantly improved.  She would not show significant reaction until the whip had struck a few more times.

       Hans loved whipping women, especially one as beautiful as Abbey.  Her body was magnificent and seemed to be made to bind and whip.  His cock was so hard it was uncomfortable.  His whip was true and was leaving a tattoo of striations where it landed.  He let it drift down to the backs of her thighs.  Her legs were things of beauty.  Her thighs were a great target for his whip.  The fronts of her thighs received their fair share, too.  Abbey was doing the “dance of a slave”.  She was attempting to avoid the whip, and absorb the pain of the lashes.  Her evasion tactics were futile, and she had to experience every bit of pain Hans gave her with his whip. Then he brought the whip up to her abused breasts. 

       The whipping post was strong, yet narrow.  Her breasts protruded on each side of the post, making them an easy target.  Hans could not resist attacking this magnificent pair of breasts..  His whip struck her left breast.  It leaped and jiggled magnificently as it was struck.  It nipple hardened as if begging for another lash.  Her right breast was similarly treated.  Pink whip marks were beginning to show up there, on top of the marks left from the slapping of her breasts.

       Hans was enjoying the whipping Abbey.  Klaus was inexperienced, yet he was so taken by what was happening that he was stroking he cock as he was watching Abbey’s torment.  By now, Abbey was sobbing and screaming.  She tried to stifle her screams, but it was just not possible.  Finally, Hans stopped whipping her.  He handed the whip to Klaus.

       Klaus had no experience, and his whipping of her was haphazard.  Hans was a master in the vein of is father, but Klaus had a lot to learn.  His whip hurt Abbey, but not in the way that Hans did. Hans hurt her, his whip could also excite.  When Hans had finished whipping her, he rummaged through her pussy.  He found it to be hot, and soaking in pussy juice.  She had suffered, but the whipping aroused her. 

       Hans finally told Klaus that she had been punished enough.  Hans walked over to Abbey, and while fondling her breasts and playing with her pussy, kissed her.  Abbey, being a good slave, with tears running down her pretty cheeks, returned his kiss.

       “Now, sweet slave”, Hans addressed her, “Are you going to obey us?”

       Abbey was still crying, “Y…yy..yesssir.  I will obey you, Sir.”

       “Are you gonna do what we tell you to do”, questioned Hans.

       Abbey swallowed hard, and humbly replied, “Yes, yes sir, I’ll do anything you want.”

       “Excellent”, Hans replied as he stood there, still fondling her whipped breasts and delving into her cunt.  “If you mean that, ask Klaus to fuck you in the ass”, he ordered.”

       Abbey turned her tear streaked face to where she could see Klaus, and asked, “Klaus…, sir…, please…will you fuck my ass?”

       Klaus was not sure how to answer, but said, “Yeah, yeah, sure I’ll fuck your ass.  But, you’re going to suck my cock too.”

       Abbey looked back at him, tears still staining her cheeks, replying “Yessir…, anything you want.”

       Hans released her from the whipping post, but quickly locked her wrists behind her back.  Abbey stood there, her body still stinging from the whip, could only think that she was always tied up.  Everybody wanted her helpless.  ‘Perhaps‘, she thought, ‘maybe it is for the best.  That way there is no question about me submitting to anything anybody wants to do to me.’

       Hans walked her over to a couch.  He sat down, and ordered her on her knees in front of him.  On his orders, she started to suck his throbbing cock.  He lay back to enjoy this exquisite pleasure.  Abbey was kissing and licking his cock.  She took it into the warm softness of her mouth.  Her tongue was lashing the sensitive cock head.  Hans was moaning as she plied her talents on his throbbing cock.  Klaus knelt behind her and was fondling her pussy and breasts.  His rigid cock was touching her bound hands.  As best she could, she grasped his cock, squeezing and stroking it to the limits of her bondage.  Both young men were enchanted with her.

       In a few minutes, Hans offered Abbey’s mouth to Klaus.  Quickly Klaus got up and sat down on the couch.  Abbey, still on her knees, moved over to Klaus and started to suck his cock.  Hans watched Abbey.  She was very pretty and the sight of a rigid cock in her mouth was a total turn on.  She had learned her lessons well and was an excellent cock sucker.  Right before Klaus started to cum, Hans stopped Abbey.  There was a plan.

       Hans ordered her to get upon the couch, putting her knees on either side of his thighs, facing him.  He helped her until her pussy was poised directly above his cock.  He lowered her onto his rigid cock until it was completely buried in her pussy.  Abbey moaned at this phallic invasion.  Now she was sitting on his lap, facing him, with his cock buried deep in her pussy.  His cock felt good to her.  She had been denied satisfaction, and this felt good.  She had a hot aching juicy cunt, aching to be fucked.  It felt good to Hans.  She was going to be a good fuck.  He wished she was his slave, instead of her being married to someone else.

       Hans pulled Abbey down on his chest, with her breasts being pushed against his body.  He kissed her as he moved his cock in her pussy.

       “Klaus”, Hans said.  “Now is the time.  Let’s “sandwich” this little slave.  While I fuck her cunt, you ream her ass.”

       Klaus needed no further instructions.  He went to the task.  He lubricated his cock with KY jelly from the coffee table, and eased his cock in Abbey’s ass.  Abbey had never been fucked like this.  She could feel both cocks working her.  She was excited by the sheer stimulation, but the predicament was terribly exciting.  To be bound, and to be taken by two young virile men, and to not have a choice was very exciting.  Hans was kissing and mauling her breasts as he and Klaus worked their cocks in her.  It was more that she could stand.  With in about 30 to 45 seconds she was cumming.  He climax came in waves.  It would not cease.  Waves and waves of scalding cums just kept washing over her.  She had never been so aroused in her life.  If the truth be told, the whole week, or so, of sex slave training had raised her libido to levels she had never known.  All she could think of was satisfying her keepers so she could receive some sort of sexual satisfaction.  She was now trying to dream up ways to excite Krueger, Girard, and the new additions to the staff.  She reasoned that it would bring them great pleasure, as well as herself.  This would mean less cruel punishment and torture, although, she had to admit a lot of that treatment was a turn on.

       Both Klaus and Hans were amazed at how hot she was.  It wasn’t long before they both were cumming.  This slave was a treasure to be enjoyed.  They both were consumed by her beauty and eagerness to please.  Her husband was one lucky guy.

       This orgy went on all night.  At one point, Hans and Klaus “gang” fucked her.  They took turns fucking her, stopping just before they had a climax.  The idea was to see how many times they could make her cum.  They lost count, but kept fucking her until they had a climax and were exhausted.  Abbey felt like she had been fucked by a truck!  Soon all three fell into an exhausted sleep.

       The next morning when Abbey awoke from her exhausted sleep, she discovered she was alone.  Hans and Klaus had left and she was still  in her cell.  They had locked the cell door behind them.  Amazingly, her hands were not locked behind her.  She lay there for a few minutes to get her bearings.  She remembered how two young men had ravished her, making her do sexual acts that she had never thought about.  In the one week at the House of Krueger, she had changed.  Now, her dominate thoughts were not escape, but how to please those who held her as a sex slave and prisoner.  While the whippings and torments were painful, and at times cruel, because it was of a sexual nature, it was arousing.  As she lay there thinking about her imprisonment time with Krueger, she found her pussy becoming warmer and more moist.  She slipped her fingers into her tender pussy, and massaged her sensitive clit.  When she looked at the whips and restraints on the wall, it turned her on.  She also noted that she had been bound for so long, that it felt strange to wake up in bed, and not have her hands bound behind her back.

       How she had changed.  She wondered if Jim would be pleased by what had happened to her.  She hoped so.  Abbey got out of bed and walked to a full length mirror on the wall adjacent to her bed.  She was afraid to bring herself to a climax with her hand.  She knew there were closed circuit cameras watching her, and Alex Krueger might not approve of her satisfying her self and she would be punished.  She could see faint whip marks on her body.  She ran her fingers over these markings, and the feel of them she found pleasing and erotically exciting.  She decided to take a shower and get ready for the day.  While taking her shower she realized how sensitive her pussy was.  She had been fucked more than she could have ever imagined.  Hans and Klaus were insatiable.

       Abbey was losing track of time.  She only hoped she would be released to her husband before long.  She really missed him.  Abbey wanted him to see how good a slave she could be.  She had not heard from him during her stay at Haus Krueger.  She hoped he still loved her.

CONTINUED…

     

   

                    ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART SIX

       As usual, Girard came to Abbey’s room/cell to retrieve her for breakfast.  She was hungry.  She had showered, put on her make up, styled her hair, put on her cuffs and collar, as well as a pair of dark gray high heel pumps, and completed her required morning enema, now she wanted something to eat.  After the strenuous evening and night with Hans and Klaus, she was ready for breakfast.  She had sat quietly on the side of her bed, wearing her wrist and ankle cuffs, collar, and the obligatory high heel pump style shoes.  She could not help but wonder what was going to happen to her today.  Girard was a man of few words. 

       Rituals being what they are, Girard locked her wrists behind her back, and clipped the leather leash to her collar.  She then dropped to her knees in front of him and took his exposed cock into her mouth.  Girard seemed fond of his morning blow job, and this morning was to be no exception.  Abbey was becoming accomplished at pleasing her captors with her sweet soft mouth and full lips.  In a matter of a minute or so, Girard succumbed to her expertise and his cock exploded in her mouth.  She swallowed all of his issue.  The act of sucking Girard’s cock made her abused pussy moist.  Abbey had long ceased to count the times she had taken a cock into her mouth since her incarceration at Haus Krueger. 

       There was no thought of resisting Girard.  She knew she was going to be bound, whipped, tortured and used during her stay at Krueger’s.  Abbey learned early on that her compliance would help her to avoid some of the torments she might otherwise receive.  Besides, she was learning to enjoy the feeling of a cock, even if it was not her husband’s.  While she had become accomplished as sucking an erect cock with her hands tied behind her back, she had to admit that she wished her hands were free, so she could feel and stoke the cock she was sucking.  Yes, she had changed.  Perhaps it was the sexual frustration of being denied a climax on her terms, or maybe she was embracing the idea of being a sex slave, subject to the whims and torments of others.  It seemed that she was always bound in some way, always naked, and always aroused, ready to please her tormentors.

       After taking care of her obligatory service of Girard, she was taken upstairs to breakfast.  As usual, she sat on the chair with the large dildo mounted on the seat.  This morning, however, she took care to ease her somewhat tender pussy on to this large rubber phallus. After she was secured to the chair with locking straps, she hands were freed so she could eat. After she had finished her breakfast, and was nursing a cup of flavored coffee, Klaus came into the kitchen.  He was wearing a short black robe which was open, exposing the front of his body.  The young man had lust in his eyes, and his cock was in full rut.  It seemed that lately, every time a man spoke to her, his cock was menacingly erect  He sat down in a chair opposite of her.

       “Good morning, Abbey”, he greeted.

       Abbey, smiled, replying, “Good Morning, Klaus, Sir.”

       “Put your coffee cup down, and show me your tits”, he ordered.

       Abbey was quick to obey.  Klaus smiled as he looked at her displayed breasts.  They trembled slightly as she placed her hands behind her neck to give Klaus an unimpeded view of her breasts.

       “Play with your nipples”, was his next order.

       Abbey lowered her hands and her delicate fingers touched her nipples.  She pinched and teased them until they were rock hard.  Her breath quickened.  Klaus was pleased.  The teasing of her nipples sent warming signals to her cunt, which was already sufficiently filled with a large dildo.

       “Now you can drink your coffee, but keep your tits raised for me.”

       Abbey obeyed.  She finally put her coffee cup down, after she had drained the last of the good flavored coffee from it.  Klaus quietly got up from his chair and walked around behind Abbey.  On his order, she leaned forward as he locked her wrists behind her back, only then, did he release her from her chair, and helped her stand up.  The large chair mounted dildo slipped easily from her lubricated pussy.  Upon standing, Klaus pulled her wrists up between her shoulder blades, connecting them to the back of her leather collar.  This type of bondage seemed to be a favorite in Haus Krueger.  She knew this action meant that Klaus had plans for her, this morning.

       Klaus turned her towards him, and grasping her left breast, leaned down and kissed her.  Abbey returned his kiss as he moved his hand to her other breast.

       “I have plans for you this morning.  Alex says you are mine to do as I wish.  Are you going to obey me”, Klaus asked.

       Abbey nodded her head, softly replying, “Yessir.”

       Klaus grasped her leash and lead her down to the basement orgy room.  Abbey’s day was about to begin.  She had some trepidation as Klaus was an unknown entity to her.  On the previous evening he seemed inexperienced.  She was afraid that in the heat of passion, he might not know when to stop hurting her when he was whipping or torturing her.  But, she was resigned as she really had no choice but to obey him, or be treated much more harshly.

       Klaus seemed to be a man on a mission.  Once in the orgy room, he made her lay down on one of the king size beds.  She was lying on her back.  With her hands secured up high on her back, it caused breasts to be raised.  A magnificent sight.  Klaus’ cock seemed to throb more as he watched her position herself on the bed.

       “Spread you legs, as side was you can”, was his next order.

       Abbey did so.  She spread her high heeled shod feet as wide as she could, spreading her legs widely.  She could feel the cool air on her heated cunt.

       Klaus lay down beside her, and rolling over to face her, began to arouse her by kissing her, playing with her breasts, and delving into her already heated pussy.  Knowing that Klaus was going to torment her, Abbey was amazed at how her body responded to this kind  treatment.  She was rapidly becoming more aroused by her predicament.

       His hand was having devastating effect on her pussy.  Soon she began moving her hips, raising her pussy to meet his hand.  About the time she was about to have a climax, Klaus pulled his had away from her pussy.  He reached over on the night stand next to the bed and picked a wicked looking short thronged whip.  Abbey eyes were closed as she was reveling in the lustful haze induced by Klaus’ manipulations of her body.  Suddenly she felt an explosion on her cunt lips.  Klaus, using the light weight whip has struck her pussy.

       Abbey jerked to attention and reflexively attempt to close her legs to protect her pussy.  Klaus struck again.  This time she did close her legs.

       “Damn you, Bitch”, he exclaimed.  “I told you to open you legs.  Do it now, or pay the price!”

       “I…I’m…sorry, Sir.  I was…surprised, and it…hurt so much”, she begged.

       Klaus retaliated, “I don’t care!  Open them now!  I’m going to whip your cunt, and you had better keep your legs open!”

       Without replying, Abbey opened her legs as ordered.  She could not help herself, but she did watch as Klaus raised the whip again, and watched as it crashed into her pussy.  She moaned loudly, but maintain the required position.  Klaus struck again, and again.  A fire of scalding pain was building in her battered cunt.  Finally, she could not resist and she closed her legs and attempted to roll away from Klaus.

       Klaus jumped off the bed and ordered, “Cunt, get off the bed.  I’ll teach you not to obey!”

       With his forceful help, Abbey got off the bed and stood as she was told.  Klaus retrieved two lengths of rope.  He grabbed her right breast, and quickly wound the rope, tightly around the base of the breast, causing it to bulge delightfully from the painful pressure of the rope.  He left a six feet length of the rope dangling from her breast. As soon as he finished, he tied her other breast in a similar fashion.  Both of her breasts were now aching from this bondage.

       Next, Klaus lowered a cable and a hook from the hoist mounted in the ceiling.  He tied the ends of the ropes on her breasts to the hook.  Retracting the cable, Abbey was raised to a stretched upright position by being pulled up by her bound breasts.  Abbey was moaning softly because of the painful pressure on her breasts.  Quickly, Klaus produced a penis gag and effectively silenced her by locking the gag deep in her throat.

       Moving on, he now knelt on the floor in front of her and tied ropes to her ankle cuffs, which in in turn were tied to rings in the floor, spreading her legs widely, putting more pressure on her breasts.  Now she felt more vulnerable than she ever had.

       Abbey was alone in a sound proof room with a captor who could do her a great deal of harm and cause a lot of pain.  She was suspended by her breasts, and her legs were spread and tied in that position.  This wide stance caused her to teeter on her high heel pumps.  Lastly, her wrists and hands were still tied high behind her back, pulled up between her shoulder blades and connected to her collar.  She was also gagged.  She was scared, yet strangely, her pussy was wet.

       “Now, Slave Cunt, here is what is going to happen”, Klaus spat angrily.  “You disobeyed me.  There is no excuse.  Alex says slaves can never have an excuse.  If a slave disobeys, she must be punished to her masters satisfaction.  You are going to be punished.”

       Abbey watched helplessly as Klaus walked to the wall and retrieved Alex’ favorite multi thronged medium weight flogger.  He was naked now, and his cock was in full rut.  As he walked, it bounced menacingly.  It looked more like a weapon than a instrument of sexual pleasure.  Klaus walked back her, running the strands of the whip through his fingers.  He knew what he wanted to do.

       Klaus flourished the whip in the air.  He then brought it down in a arc, and brought it up, striking her pussy.  Abbey flinched and attempted to move out of the way, to no avail.  The force of the whip was not great, but was enough to sting her pussy, building on the fire the he had built there while she was still in bed.  Soon, Abbey was moaning, loudly, attempting to scream in her gag.  Klaus continued he assault, with each lash becoming harder than the last.  Just when he felt she could endure no more, he changed positions.  Her ass and her thighs were his next target.  Soon he moved to her tightly bound, tormented and stretched breasts.  Her body was afire from the effects of his whip.  At long last, he stopped his assault.

       Klaus dropped his whip and walked around her.  Physically, Klaus was about the same height as Abbey, if not a little taller.  He walked up to her, and bending his knees slightly, pushed his rampant cock into her pussy.  After her torture, his cock in her pussy was a welcome relief.  He moved his cock in and out of her cunt for a couple of minutes.  When it was fully lubricated by her juices, he pulled out and walked around behind her.  He placed his hands on each of her ass cheeks, spreading them.  Next she felt his cock working its way into her ass.  It was tight, but he was making headway.  Soon he was ramming his cock in  and out of her ass. 

       Abby was deriving some pleasure from his cock in her ass, but could not achieve an orgasm as her pussy was being ignored.  Klaus sensed the problem.  He reached around her and used his fingers to rummage through her pussy.  His fingers were like a bolt of lightening.  Very soon, she could feel her orgasm building.  When it came, in spite of the pain she had endured, and the painfully stringent bondage she was still in, her climax came crashing in on her.  This was more than Klaus could deal with, and he cock erupted in her ass, scalding her insides with his red hot cum.  Both master and slave were locked in an embrace awash with unbridled lust and passion.  Klaus remained buried in her ass, while squeezing her bound and stretched breasts.  Abbey was still in the ozone, attempting to find a soft landing after this extreme whipping and explosive climax.

       Klaus finally pulled himself from her ass.  He receding cock dripping with his cum.  He went to the bathroom to clean up, returning a short time later to Abbey.  First, he untied her ankles from the floor rings, allowing her to stand straight, relieving some of the pressure on her tormented breasts.  Klaus then lowered the cable and hook to which her breasts were bound, and untied her swollen tits.  Leaving her wrists tied to her collar, he walked her into the shower.

       Soon the shower was refreshingly steaming hot.  After removing her high heel shoes, Klaus took great pains to bathe her and massage her aching body.  Soon Abbey was refreshed.  When he was finished, he dried the both of them off.  After doing so, he took her to her cell, and released her hands from her collar, allowing her wrists to be lowered behind her back, resting on her well whipped ass in a more relaxed position.  He put her in bed, covered her with a light blanket.  After kissing her, he left, locking the cell door behind him.  Abbey was exhausted, and fell into a deep, well deserved sleep.  Before she fell asleep, she reasoned that Klaus was more experienced than she thought.  He was a strict and harsh master, yet competent in handling a helpless sex slave.

Continued…     

          ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART SEVEN

       As Abbey was nearing the end of her stay at Krueger’s, she was introduced to more things that a sex slave is expected to do.  On this particular morning, as usual, Girard came to retrieve her from her cell.  He locked her wrists behind her back, and attached the leash to her collar.  As was expected, she dropped to her knees and filled her obligations by sucking Girard’s cock to a fine climax.  Even though she had no choice but to suck his cock, in many ways she enjoyed having a rigid, throbbing cock in her mouth.

       Girard took her into a small private reading room, just off Krueger’s bedroom.  The heels of her red high heel pumps clicked as she walked across the parquet wood floor.  In the reading room, she found Krueger and his son Hans.  Both men were seated in comfortable overstuffed chairs.  A small velvet pillow was placed on the floor in front of the chair where Hans was seated.  Hans’ robe was open and his semi-erect cock was visible. Krueger was the first to speak.

       “Good Morning Abbey.  How were you this morning?”

       Abbey bowed her head, and replied, “I’m fine sir.”

       “Very good”, answered Krueger.  “This morning is going to be a little different.  I intend to take your slavery to a little higher level.  I want you to kneel between Hans’ legs”

       Abbey did so.  She knelt there, her knees on the soft velvet pillow, with her hands locked behind her back.  Her breasts swayed delightfully as she shifted her knees to a comfortable position. Consistent with her training, she made sure her knees were spread, making her cunt available.   Han’s now rigid cock was directly in front of her face.  The young man had a magnificent cock.  She was sure he could feel her warm breath on his manhood.  His cock throbbed as she looked at it.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of this throbbing phallus.

       “Abbey, here is your assignment”, Krueger said as Girard unlocked her wrists, freeing her arms and hands.

       “You are going to learn to arouse a master, and keep him aroused, with a hard cock, for a seemingly endless time, until he is ready to cum.  You will use both your hands and mouth for this exercise.  You are to arouse him, keep him aroused on the edge of a cum, yet to not make him cum until he is ready.  He may require you to do this for only a few minutes, or maybe for a hour or so, especially if he is watching a porn movie while you are working on his cock.”

       “This will require to you closely watch his face, and feel the movements of his cock.  If you make him cum too soon, you will be punished, severely.  If you don’t keep his arousal level high, then he might want to punish you, also.  When he decides to cum, assuming he does not want to fuck you, then you will always suck his cock, making him cum in your mouth.  Do you understand what is expected of you?”

       Abbey replied, “Yessir, I’ll do my best.”

       Krueger continued, “Very good.  Now take Hans’ cock into your right hand, cradling her balls in your left hand.  You are to stroke him, massage his balls, kiss and lick his cock, suck his cock, and any other form of sexual pleasure for him, to keep him hard, aroused, close to a cum, yet to not make him cum until he is ready”

       Krueger smiled as Hans sat there with a look of anticipation on his face.  “Now, Abbey, here is the caveat.  If you do make him cum, before he is ready, you will be punished.  If he is watching a porn movie, for example, he is engrossed in what he is seeing, and could easily lose control and cum because of what you are doing.  This must not happen.  He will not warn you that he is about to cum.  That is for you to do.  You will monitor him, and make sure he stays aroused, and yet he will not cum unless he is ready.”

       “Now, I warn you, Hans has not had a climax for a couple of days.  His cock is aching to cum.  If you fail, and make him cum prematurely, that little sweet cunt of yours will be punished.”

       Abbey nodded her head.  She turned to face Hans and his now erect cock.  He had a rather sardonic smile on his face, which betrayed a high degree of lust, and significant cruelty.

       “Now, take his cock and balls in your hands, and lets see how you do.  Let’s see if you can avoid being punished.”

       Abbey reached forward and grasped Hans’ cock.  Her delicate left hand softly cradled his balls.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock as she started to gently stroke his throbbing member.

       Abbey then heard someone else entering the room.  Krueger had sat down on the easy chair next to Hans, and had opened his robe.  His cock was erect.  Abbey looked back toward the door, and saw Girard leading Caron into the room.  In few moments, Caron was kneeling between Krueger’s legs, tending to him in much the same was she was ministering to Hans.

       Krueger picked up a television remote control unit and turn on a rather large digital television screen, located on the wall behind Abbey and Caron.  From the sounds of the movie being shown, she could tell it was a porn movie.  In particular, it was a porn movie involved sexual slavery, bondage and discipline.  Abbey knew her task would be difficult.

       As the movie played, Hans and his father made comments about the action, and how Abbey and Caron were doing with their respective cocks.  Both men were excited.  Hans seemed to be having the most difficulty controlling himself.  His voice would quicken and his cock would throb.  Abbey was constantly monitoring him to make sure he did not cum before he wanted.  His cock was hard, hot and heavy.  She enjoyed playing with his cock and balls, but was afraid to enjoy it too much, as he might cum and she would be punished.

       Abbey continued to stroke, kiss and lick Hans’ cock.  She would take it into her mouth, delicately, so as not to over stimulate Hans.  She let her sweet tongue tease the tip of his cock as she gently squeezed his cum heavy balls.  As she did so, she could look over and see Carol working on Krueger’s cock.  It was obvious she was learning her lessons well.  Her soon to be husband to be should be very happy with her progress.

       The S & M porn movie had been playing for about forty five minutes.  There were times when Hans was nearly beside himself.  His aching cock wanted to cum, but Abbey was watching carefully, doing her job.  She had Hans’ cock in her mouth as she was gently stroking him she heard Krueger speak to Caron.

       “Caron, my sweet slave, I have had enough, suck me to a cum, and make sure you catch every drop, and swallow it all”

       Caron smiled and replied, “Yessir, thank you sir.”

       Caron quickened her pace with her stroking hand as she started to work her pretty mouth up and down on Krueger’s cock.  In just a matter of about 30 seconds he was cumming.  His body was bucking as his cock blasted steaming hot cum into her mouth.  Caron kept her mouth glued to Krueger’s cock, taking all of his issue.  Abbey was fascinated by what was happening between Caron and Alex Krueger.

       As Abbey was watching Caron make a very aroused Alex Krueger cum, she suddenly heard Hans groan, “OH GOD!  I CUMMING!” Startled, Abbey quickly turned her head to Hans’s cock, just in time to see a massive jet of cum rocket from his rigid phallus.  As quickly as she could, she put her mouth over the erupting cock tip, in an attempt to catch the escaping jism.  Just as she did, she felt herself being grabbed from behind.  She was jerked away from Hans and his boiling cock.  She heard Girard’s angry voice.

       “CUNT!  Now you done it!  You disobeyed, and look at the mess you have made!  Hans was not ready to cum, yet you allowed it.  You are in trouble!”

       As Girard was scolding her, he was locking her wrists behind her back.  Quickly he produced long piece of rope which he wrapped tightly around her elbows.  Girard was savage and cruel.  He pulled the rope tight, forcing her elbows tightly together in the small of her back.  She had never had her elbows tied that tight.  Girard wrapped the rope tightly around her elbows several times, and tied it off.  The stress on her shoulders and arms was tremendous. 

       “Now, Cunt”, Girard ordered, “Clean up the mess you made.  Lick up all the cum you spilled on Hans.  Get to it now!”  He shoved her to her knees.

       As quickly a she could, she did as ordered.  Where ever she saw a drop or streak of cum, she quickly licked it up.  She then took Hans’ cock in her mouth , and sucked it until it was dry.  Once this was accomplished, Girard jerked her to her feet.

       Scared, Abbey stood there, trying to apologized for her mistake.  Girard would hear none of it.  He produce a rather large penis gag, and stuffed it into her mouth, locking it’s holding strap tightly behind her head.  This locked the gag deeply in her mouth, nearly causing her to choke on it.

       “Shut up, slave.  I don’t want to hear your whining.  You know the rules, and you disobeyed them.  Now a price must be paid!”

       Girard jerked on her collar, pulling her from the reading room, and down to the basement dungeon area.  In the corner of the dungeon/orgy room was a piece of equipment that had never been used on her.  She had no understanding of it use, until now.

       This piece of equipment looked much like a dog house, with a pitched roof.  In fact, it was a tool for the punishment of a cunt, a pussy if you will.  It is commonly called a “horse”.  The victim is made to sit astride this device, like you would sit on a horse.  The top ridge of the “roof” fits neatly into the pussy crevice.  When the penitent’s legs are tied, pulled down and tied to rings in the floor, her total weight in on her pussy, being “cut” by the top of the “horse”.  Her legs are not available to take the pressure off the punished cunt.

       Girard quickly walked Abbey over to the “horse”, where he picked her up, and mounted her on the sharp top of the “roof’ or ridge of the “horse“.  Abbey immediately felt the sharp ridge digging into her tender pussy.  Her feet could not touch the floor.  In fact, her feet were about twelve inches above the floor.  There was no way to ease the pressure on her pussy.   Before she knew it, Girard had tied ropes to her ankle cuffs, and pulled her legs toward rings mounted in the floor.  The pulling on her legs made the pressure on her soft cunt even more pronounced.  Her pussy was beginning to ache.  There was no way she could ease the pain in her cunt.

       Now, Girard added a complication to Abbey’s situation.  He connected a rope to her wrist cuffs, and running the rope through a pulley in the ceiling, he pulled her bound wrists and arms up behind her back, causing her to bend forward.  As he pulled her arms and wrists up, she realized that this new strained bent over position was now putting pressure on her clit.  Her weight was now on her pussy, and her clit.  Girard tied the rope off, leaving her in the strained bound position.  Abbey could not move, or escape her torment.

       Bent over as she was, her magnificent breasts were hanging slightly, and delightfully.  Girard had plans for them.  He grabbed a length of rope and proceeded to tie it tightly around the base of her left breast, causing it to balloon on her chest.  Once this rope was tied off, he quickly bound the other breast.  The compression of her breasts was uncomfortable.  Girard then retrieved a medium weighted flogger from the wall rack, and approached Abbey, while flourishing the whip in the air.

       “Slave”, Girard spoke sharply.  “You have disobeyed.  You are to be punished.  Next time, you had better watch what you are doing, and treat a master’s cock accordingly.” 

       All Abbey could do was quietly whimper behind her gag.  Girard reached out and grasped her restrained breasts.  He stroked them, and teased her nipples.  He gently slapped them, making them quiver.  The whip came next.

       Girard brought the whip up, and swung down in an arc, striking her left breast.  It jerked and bounced with the blow from the whip, and jiggled back into its original hanging position.  Before she could grasp what was happening, Girard struck her right breast.  Now he was whipping her breasts in earnest.  In a matter of seconds, Abbey was sobbing into her gag.  She tried to beg for mercy, but her gag prevented that.  Her breasts were on fire, and her aching cunt was almost more than she could stand.  The whipping continued.

       In a few minutes the whipping stopped.  She could see her bound breasts.  They were bright pink to purple from the torture she had just endured.  Her cunt was beginning to scream in pain.  Tears ran down her pretty cheeks as she sobbed from the whipping and pussy torment

       Girard hung the whip back on it’s hook, and looked back at the suffering Abbey.

       “Slave Cunt, I am going to leave you for a while, to think about what you have done. I’ll be back.  Don’t go away, OK?”

       The cruel joke was on Abbey.  She was sobbing, her breasts ached, and her pussy was killing her.  She held as still as best she could, but the pain was still very significant.  Her tears fell on the ”horse”, and trickled down her bound legs.

       It seemed to be hours before Girard returned.  With him was Krueger, Hans and Klaus.  Hans had Caron with him.  She was still wearing her high heel shoes, with her wrists locked behind her back.  On his instructions, she knelt beside him.  Each of the men took their own time to examine Abbey, to see how she was being punished, and to see her suffering.  She was magnificent in her pain.  She could tell that each man had a massive erection as they examined her.

       Alex Krueger spoke first.  “Girard, I complement you on your punishment techniques.  It seems that you have placed Abbey in a proper position to consider the error of her ways, and gave her time to reflect on how she will perform next time.”

       “Thank you”, Girard replied.  “Abbey has all the elements to make a good slave.  Its just that she has to concentrate on what she must do.  I think she is easily distracted.  We are here to help her.”

       Girard walked over to where Abbey was being tortured.  He grasped her delightfully hanging bound breasts, and fondled them.  Abbey just remained as still as she could.  Her pussy was screaming at her.

       “Well, Abby.  Here you are.  You have had time to consider your short comings.  Do you think you can do a better job of “cock massaging” next time?”

       Abbey, painfully, looked up at Girard and Krueger, with tears in her eyes, nodded her head in the affirmative.

       Krueger spoke to Girard.  “Well, I am willing to take her word for it.  Let her down, and lets see how well she does.”

       Girard lowered her arms, easing the strain on her shoulders.  Next he released the ropes on her ankles, which were pulling her down on to the sharp ridge of the “horse”.  Krueger and Girard both lifted her from the “horse”, and stood her up on her feet.  It seemed the pain in her pussy was greater when being lifted off the “horse”, than when she was mounted on it.  She was moaning loudly into her gag. 

       Abbey was still wearing her red high heel pumps.  She was weakened by her torment, and was a little shaky on her feet.  Girard helped her stand and to get her strength back.  The whole time he was bracing her, he was fondling her bound breasts.  Krueger released her elbows and wrists.

       “Abbey”, Krueger addressed her, “Your hands are free, but you are not to touch your cunt.  The pain will go away, but you are not to touch or rub your pussy.  Do you understand?”

       Abbey, still gagged, nodded her head.  She was just glad to be off the “horse”.  She had never experienced so much concentrated pain.  Her breasts were still constricted.  She had learned her lesson.  She would concentrate to be the best sex slave that ever was.

       Krueger spoke again.  “Abbey, if you will notice, Klaus sitting in the chair in front of you.  His cock is ready for you.  Go to him, and lets see if you can learn from your mistake.”

       A little unsteady on her feet, Abbey walked to where Klaus was seated.  Carefully, she knelt between he legs, facing his erect cock.  Her pussy was coming back alive after it painful tenure on the “horse”.  As unbelievable is it seemed, as the pain faded from her cunt, she was becoming aroused.  The pain was replaced by a sexual heat.  Abbey was amazed at how her body responded to mistreatment. ‘God‘, she thought.  ‘I’m hopeless.  I am a slave.  I cannot deny it.  I am a sex slave!’

       Klaus reached forward and removed the penis gag from her mouth.  It took a few seconds for Abbey to exercise her jaws, which had been distended by the large penis gag.  As she was moving her mouth and jaw, her delicate hands were already working on Klaus’ cock.  With a smile on his face, Klaus settled back in his comfortable chair to enjoy Abbey’s attention to his throbbing cock.  As she was ministering to Klaus and his cock, Girard removed the ropes from her breasts.  The increased blood flow caused her breasts to ache even more, reminder her to concentrate and do a good job on Klaus. 

       In the meantime,  Hans had taken Caron to one of the beds in the orgy room.  He had her lie down on the bed, on her back, and was fucking her.  Her head was at the edge of the mattress, hanging off the bed .  Girard was standing next to the bed, with his cock working in and out of Caron’s mouth.  Abbey deliberately ignored what was happening on the other side of the room, and concentrated fully on Klaus’ cock, and her efforts to keep him aroused and erect for as long as he wished.  After turning on a television set so Klaus could watch a S & M porn movie, Krueger left the room to attend to other duties.

       The movie lasted for about an hour.  The whole time Abbey kept Klaus on the verge of a climax, but never allowed him to cum until the movie was over.  As the film was ending, Klaus, with his face congested with lust, told her to stop working on his cock.  He next ordered her to get up on the chair with him, facing him, with her legs spread on either side of his thighs.  On his instructions, she lowered herself onto his cock.  Abbey was aroused, and her cunt was soaking in her heated pussy juices.  Quickly his cock became lubricated by her juices.  His cock felt good to her. 

       After a minute or two, he ordered her to raise herself off his cock, and to turn around on him, placing her sweet little asshole over his cock.  Once she was in position, he required her to lower herself, impaling her ass on his cock.  This she did with a little difficulty.  Finally, his cock was buried in her ass.

       On Klaus’ orders, she started to move up and down on his cock.  He was so overheated by the hour’s worth of manipulation of his member, in just a minute or two his cock exploded in a massive climax.  He filled her ass with steaming hot cum.  It seemed that his climax would last forever.  When he finally finished, he collapsed back into the easy chair, with his cock still buried in Abbey’s ass.  Klaus pulled her back to his chest so he could reach around her and play with her breasts.  Finally, she could feel it receding.  In a few minutes, she eased herself off Klaus.  Retrieving wet towels, she cleaned his spent cock.  After doing so she was allowed go to the bathroom in her cell to clean herself.

       As Abbey was taking care of herself, she realized that she was still very aroused.  Her pussy was steaming hot, and had not been fucked.  Again, she was being denied a climax.  She wanted desperately to use her hand to satisfy herself, but dared not.

       A frustrated Abbey left her room and returned to the orgy room.  Hans and Girard were just finishing with Caron.  Klaus was still recovering in his chair.  Alex Krueger approached her.  He made her turn around so he could lock her wrists behind her back.  Next, he turned her around to face him as he spoke to her.

       “Abbey, I am proud of you.  You have come along was since you entered my home.  You are an excellent slave.  Your husband will be very proud of you.  Tonight, you will sleep in my bed, and pleasure me.  This is you last night in Haus Krueger.  Tomorrow is your graduation day, but tonight, I am going to enjoy you.”

       Abbey was dumbfounded.  She was so used to her life at Krueger’s, she had forgot that she had been there for over three weeks.  She gathered her wits and dropped to her knees and started excitedly kissing and sucking Alex’ cock.  She wanted to show him how excited she was that he was pleased with her, and would allow her to go home.  This was the only way she knew that she could please him.  She was truly a sex slave.  Krueger bent down and lifted her back to her feet.  He kissed her and said.

       “Enough of that now.  I have things to do.  You are to go back to your cell, and you will have tonight to show me how much you appreciate your time here.”

Continued………….

        ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART EIGHT

       Well, I am back with you.  If you remember, I am Abbey’s husband, Jim Bryant.  I have just finished telling you of Abbey’s stay and training at Alex Krueger’s house.  I sent her there to learn to be the consummate sex slave.  I have not had access to her during the more than the three weeks of her stay there.  Alex has regularly sent video tapes of her training and how she has been used sexually, along with the torments, whippings and tortures she has endured.  On several occasions, I was able to go to Alex’ house and watch her from behind two way mirrors or on closed circuit television.  I really like the way she has come along under his training.

       Now don’t get the idea that I was alone and celibate for three weeks.  Remember Caron.  Well, Alex gave her to me several times.  She is a bride to be, and her soon to be husband has required her to be trained prior to their marriage.  Caron’s training has been extensive.  She spent nearly three months at Krueger’s place.  She is so well trained, that Alex let me take her home several times.  I transported her in the trunk of my car and kept her locked in my newly equipped dungeon in my basement.  She is looking forward to her wedding, yet she has learned to revel in her slavery.  Her new husband should be very pleased with was Alex has done with her.

       Now, back to Abbey.  On her last night at Haus Krueger, she spent the night in the Master’s bed.  Oh, yeah, he tied her, and whipped her, lightly, only to arouse her.  She was so happy that she had made Alex happy, and that he was pleased with her slavery, Abbey did everything she could to please him.  She even admitted to him that she was very grateful for his training of her.  This is what I wanted Krueger to do with her.  Now that she was leaving Krueger’s home, Abbey had one more little surprise awaiting her.  I suppose this was my test to see just how submissive she is, and how much of a slave she has learned to be.

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       Abbey was very excited.  This was the day that she would leave Krueger’ establishment, and return to her husband, and her home.  She hoped Jim still love her, would be proud of her.

       She awoke from a restless sleep, and took care of her morning rituals, including the requisite enema.  Girard made his usual appearance.  On this morning as he required her to suck his cock before he restrained her.  Abbey fell to her task.  She gave his a cock sucking like she had never before.  With her hands free, she stroked his cock while she took his throbbing phallus into her warm mouth.  While she sucked on his cock, her tongue was lashing the sensitive tip.  Her other hand was holding and massaging his balls.  It was obvious that Girard liked what she did.  Soon his cock erupted again, as it had every morning since Abbey came to Haus Krueger. 

       After she finished, and refreshed her make up, Girard locked Abbey’s hands behind her back, and affixed a leash to her collar.  He then led her upstairs to the main part of the house, her high heel shoes clicking on the rich parquet wood floor as she walked.  Abbey was very excited.  She wanted so much to see Jim.  She could hardly wait to be held and kissed by him.  She wanted to have her husband fuck her, to show how much he loved and wanted her.

       Girard led her to the Library.  Krueger met her just outside of the library door.  He took her leash, and spoke to her.

       “Abby, we want you to know we are proud of you and your progress.  We know you husband will be very pleased with you.  You are an extraordinarily beautiful and dutiful sex slave.  Any master would be proud to have own and have access to you.”

       Abbey smiled and stood on her toes to kiss Alex Krueger.  He grasped her breasts as he returned her kiss.

       “Thank you, Sir”, she replied.  “I hope Jim will be happy with what I have become.”

       “I’m sure he will.  Now, it is time for you to go.”

       Alex pulled on her leash and lead her through the door into the library.  There, sitting on a large opulent leather couch was David Rayne!  Abbey looked around the room, and did not see her husband.  She was at a loss for words.  David Rayne stood up and walked to her.

       “Well, Abbey, I am sure you weren’t expecting me.  The truth is that Jim has been delayed, and asked me to come collect you.  You are to go with me.”

       David put his arms around her, and pulled her to him, kissing her.  Abbey returned his kiss, as her obligatory duty, but she was disappointed.  She so wanted to see her husband.

       “Where is Jim”, she asked.  “I thought he would be here.”

       “As I said, he sent me to collect you.  He will be waiting for you at home.  Now, let’s be on our way.  We have a long way to go”, was David Rayne’s reply.

       David then asked, “I am asking you to submit to me, and come with me, knowing that I can, and probably will, do anything I want with you. I may take you somewhere else, and keep you for awhile, and have my way with you.  This is a test of your training.  I have told you that your husband has told you to come with me.  Do you submit? 

       Abbey just stood there, not knowing what to say.  She was helpless, with her wrists bound behind her back.  She was naked, save for her high heel shoes.  She was a “captive”, and a slave.  She had to trust David and Alex.  She would have to go with David, hoping to see her husband very soon.  She was confused and disappointed, but knew she had no choice but to obey David Rayne.

       David Rayne watched her pretty face.  She was confused, and searching for an answer.  He spoke again.

       “I have asked you to submit, but in reality, your submission is not necessary.  You are a slave, and I could just take you forcibly.  If you want, I’ll make the decision for you.”

       Abbey looked at David, detecting the bulge in his trousers, and quietly replied, “Yessir, I submit to you.”

       David Rayne pulled her to his body, fondling her breasts as he kissed her.  “God dammit!  You are one hot slave.  It is very tempting to just kidnap you and keep you forever!”

       David turned to Alex and said, “I have brought her cape, but I see no need for it.  She can travel naked.  My limousine windows are deeply tinted.  We need to fix her for the road, do you have some additional ropes?”

       Alex turned to Girard, “Yes, I quite agree.  Girard, prepare her for travel.”

       Girard had in his hand a small leather case, resembling those which doctors carry.  From the case he extracted several items.  First, he blindfolded her with a leather “sleep” mask.  Next, using a penis gag, he silenced her by strapping the gag deep in her pretty mouth.

       A length of rope was wrapped around her elbows and tightly tied, pulling her elbows together behind her back.  Girard turned to David Rayne.

       “Would you like for me to install a cunt rope?  It will keep her rather tractable during your travels.”

       Smiling, David replied, “No…, no, I don’t think so.  I may have use for that facility.  I want it to be available to me.”

       Girard nodded knowingly, “Yes, I understand, Sir.  Might I suggest a pair of nipple clamps.  Reminds her of who she is.”

       “Why, yes, I like that.  Do you have a pair that are linked together?”

       Smiling, Girard pulled a pair of nipple clamps from his trouser pocket.  These clamps were indeed connected with a short light weight chrome chain.

       “Abbey, stick your tits out so I can put clamps on them”, ordered Girard.

       Abbey made a soft moan, barely audible.  During her stay at Haus Krueger her nipples had been clamped several times.  This was  brutal torment for her as her nipples were so sensitive.  She did as she was told, however.  With her elbows tied tightly behind her back, her breasts were already raised prominently.  She struggled to push them out further.  Girard sucked each nipple to make them harder.  He was successful.

       Carefully, and deliberately, he installed a spring loaded metal clamps on each nipple.  It took all her will for Abbey to remain still.  These clamps were indeed connected with a short chain.  The chain was so short that there was constant pulling tension on each nipple.  Girard grasped one of her breasts, squeezing it.  It automatically pulled on the other nipple.  Satisfied with his handy work, he stepped back to admire his efforts, and to watch the pain filled Abbey deal with her tormented breast.

       “Excellent”, spoke David Rayne.  “I think we are ready to travel now.”

       Abbey was still wearing her collar and leash, and her wrists and elbows were still tightly restrained behind her back.  Alex came to her, and grasping her clamped breasts, spoke to her.  “Abbey, we will miss you.  Your husband has told me he wants me to be a visitor to your home.  I am sure you will be seeing me before long.”

       Poor helpless Abbey.  Alex’s words did not surprise her.  She knew Krueger and her husband would arrange future liaisons.  It only seemed natural.  In fact, Krueger’s son, Hans, had told her that she might be required to return to the Krueger House for a refresher course.

       Now she was standing here in Krueger’s library, naked, gagged, blindfolded and bound.  Her breasts were on fire.  Her only garments were her high heels shoes, collar, leash, clamps and ropes.  That seemed to be how her future would be.  She felt helpless, and more than a little afraid, yet, her pussy was responding.  The idea of being a helpless sex slave, knowing that you were totally in the hands of people who could do anything they wished to her, and require anything of her, was arousing.  Anything was possible with her.  She was amazed at how she had changed at Haus Krueger.

       David Rayne pulled on her leash and said, “Come little slave, it is time to leave.  Master Krueger has more slaves to train.  Besides, I am looking forward to having you all to myself in the car.”

       David lead her from the house, and into the garage.  The morning was chilly.  He smiled as he watched her breasts jiggle as she walked and her clamped nipples harden in the chill morning air.  Her naked bound body felt the morning air.  This jiggling of her breasts caused the nipple clamps to bite even more.  It was then she realized that she had been a bound naked slave in Haus Krueger for more than three weeks, yet she had never been outside of the building.  She had no real idea about what the house looked like.  She could feel the concrete walkway under her high heel shod feet.  She could sense they had walked into the garage.  She heard a car door open.  David spoke to someone.

       “Charles, sorry it took so long.  We had to get her ready for travel.  We’re ready to go.”

       “No problem, Mr. Rayne.  My time is your time.  Wow, she is one good looking slave cunt.”

       “Yeah”, replied David.  “She is outstanding.  Before we get to our destination, I will give you a chance to know her first hand.”

       “Hey, thanks”, Charles replied.  “I’m looking forward to that.”

       Abbey felt Charles grasp her bound arm, “Now slave cunt, let me help you into the car.”

       She was eased into the car.  The seats were leather, but they were not cold.  It felt as if they were heated.  Undoubtedly this was a real limousine, as David Rayne had said.  Once seated in the car, Charles put her seat belt on.  The he grasped her ankles and separated them.

       “We just want to make sure you are helpless, yet available to Mr. Rayne.”

       Abbey felt clips being connected to her ankle cuffs.  It was obvious that the clips were attached to the rear floor of the limo.  Now her ankles were locked in a spread position, making it easy for any one to delve into her pussy.  Charles availed himself of the opportunity.  She felt his hand and fingers probing her cunt.  In a matter of seconds, her breath became more rapid as she was aroused by Charles’s hand.  She silently cursed her body for responding so quickly.  There was no denying it.  She was aroused at being a bound, naked sex slave.  Her pussy was very sensitive to the touch, as were her nipples.  Everything about what was happening to her was arousing, yet, very scary.  Alex Krueger had done his job very well.

       Charles squeezed each of her breasts and tugged on the clamps, then left her and closed the door to the limo.  She felt David Rayne sit down beside her, as Charles got behind the wheel and started the engine.  As the limo pulled away from the Krueger house, she realized that she would never be able to find her way back here, or for that matter, find her way from this place.

       As the limo headed down the highway, David occupied himself by playing with her breasts and pussy.  Soon she was very aroused, nearing a climax.  David sensed this.  He kissed her gagged mouth and eased up on his manipulation of her.  Abbey was frustrated.  For the last three weeks, she was only allowed to cum when her captors so desired, which was not very often.  If she had not been gagged, she would have begged David Rayne to be allowed to cum.  She would do anything to please him, to be allowed to cum.

       David reached over and removed her gag.  While playing with her tender breasts, he kissed her.  Abbey was quick to return his kiss.  His hands on her breasts felt good, but still tormented her tortured nipples.  If Jim wanted her to be a sex slave, then he was getting his wish.  Surrendering to David was all she could think about.

       “My dear Abbey”, David spoke.  “You are one hot little sex slave.  I saw that in you when I first met you.  It took Alex to bring that out in you.  You have made a marvelous transformation.”

       Abbey, somewhat breathlessly answered, “Thank you, Sir.”

       “Now you are tied so your tits are raised to me.  I want you to stick them out as far as you can.  I want to whip them.”

       Abbey did as David asked.  She sat in the limo, bound, with her breasts raised as far as she could, awaiting David’s whip on them.  David was quick to respond.  Being blindfolded, she could not see what he was doing.  From a pouch in the car, he had produced an small lightweight multi-thonged whip.  He brought it sharply across her breasts.

       Abbey flinched, but regained her posture and pushed her breasts out again.  David did not want to miss the opportunity, and swung the whip again.  Abbey’s breasts bounced under the assault, but jiggled back to their position.  The whipping continued.  The nipple clamps were burning with a read hot fire.  Abbey was beginning to whimper, but she maintained her position and absorbed the whip lashes.  As she was beginning to sob, David stopped the whipping.

       Abbey sat there, biting her lip.  There were tears in her eyes, and her breasts were burning from the whipping they had just received.  She was thinking that she was bound, naked, in a strange car, in a strange place, with two strangers who had total physical and sexual control over her.  She wanted to see her husband.  She ached for him, yet, she had to admit, even in her pain and fear, she was aroused by her predicament.  After being a Haus Krueger, the thought of not submitting never crossed her mind.  Her only thoughts were to please whom ever had control of her.  Part of her felt that she should resist, but the main part of her psyche loved what was happening to her.  What ever David Rayne wanted, she would submit to.  The burning pain in her breasts was being transmitted directly to her boiling cunt.

       Abbey sat there, her breasts burning from the whipping she received at the hands of David Rayne.  Her pussy was hot and wet.  As she sat there she heard a noise that sounded distinctly like a champagne bottle being opened.  Then she could not mistake the sound of this delicious beverage being poured into a glass.  David Rayne put his arm around her and pulled her close to him.

       “Abbey”, he declared.  “Here is to you, a beautiful slave, and here is to your magnificent, expertly whipped tits.”

David held the glass to her lips.  She drank the cold wondrous liquid.  It was refreshing and laid easy on her tongue.  A few drops fell onto her heated breasts.  David bent down and licked the champagne from her breasts, and in the process sucked on her clamped nipples.  Abbey’s boiling point just went up.  Her heated whipped breasts now felt wonderful, and more heat was added to her cunt.  She heard David to drink from the glass.  

       “Yes”, he said with a lust filled voice, “You have come a long way.  You are magnificent.  I have something I want you to take care of.”

       David Rayne keeping his arm around Abbey, put the champagne glass in a glass holder in the door of the car, and kissed her, again.  She returned his kiss as he cupped her breasts.  He then lifted her up and placing her on her knees on the floor of the limousine, between his legs.  Unzipping his trousers, his rigid cock sprang from it’s confines.  As David’s erection exited his trousers, its purple head bumped Abbey on the chin.  She knew what was expected of her.  David encouraged her by grasping the nipple clamp chain, and tugging on it, urging her to do her best with his cock  Right now, she was so aroused that she welcomed David’s cock to her mouth.  She only wished someone would fuck her and give her a climax.

       Taking David Rayne’s cock into her mouth, she worried it like a terrier dog.  Very soon, David was moaning and his cock was pulsating in her mouth.  A few more seconds and he was groaning deeply as his cock exploded in her mouth.  Abbey struggled, and was able to swallow of all his issue.  As she knelt there, sucking David’s cock dry, she realized that the limo had stopped.  She heard the back door of the limousine open and felt the cool outside air on her naked body.  Sensed that someone got into the car and was sitting next to David Rayne.  She heard David take another drink of champagne.

       “Abbey”, David spoke.  “Charles, my driver is sitting next to me.  His cock is massive, and aching.  Seeing you has caused him to have a rigid hard on.  Since it is your fault, I want you to move over and kneel between his legs, and suck his cock.  I want you to remove the ache from his cock, make him feel better.”

       Abbey did as she was told, and soon Charles was enjoying the sweet pleasures of her sweet submissive mouth.  In a minute or two, however, Charles stopped her, and pulled his cock from her mouth.

       “Mr. Rayne”, Charles spoke, “I’ve just got to fuck this lady, if you don’t mind.”

       “Of course not”, was David Rayne’s reply.  “Let me move over to the jump seat, and you can lay her on this rear seat.  Don’t let her have a climax.”

       Charles smiled, “you got it.”

       Abbey, still kneeling on the limousine floor, and already aroused from sucking David’s cock, pleaded with him.  “Please…, Sir…, please, if you fuck me, please let me have a cum.  I’m so aroused I think I will lose my mind.’

       David Rayne grabbed her hair and pulled the blindfolded Abbey’s face up to him.  With his right hand he vigorously slapped her right breast.  Just a quickly, he slapped the left breast, only harder.  He slapped each breast four times.  Abbey was gasping with pain.

       “Slave!  You know better than that!  You know your pleasure is not critical.  Charles wants to fuck you, and fuck you he shall.  Now I have told him NOT to give you a climax.  Now, shut up and get up here on the seat, and spread you legs for his cock.  Don’t open your mouth again, except to take a cock in it!  You better not have a cum without my permission.”

       Charles did fuck her on the limousine seat, and he did have a magnificent cum.  Abbey was not allowed such pleasure.  By the time Charles was finished with her, she was quietly sobbing from sexual frustration.  A few tears escaped her blindfold.

       Soon the limo was back on the road.  She was seated next to David Rayne.  She was still naked, still bound, and still very much aroused.  It seemed to her that everybody was requiring her to satisfy them, and yet they were intent to leave her miserably aroused, with no relief.  After she had sucked Charles cock, she had begged both Charles and David to let her cum.  Both declined her pleading.  It did not help that David continued to share his champagne with her.  The alcohol only helped to inflamed her passions.

       “Abbey, I want you to steady yourself.  I am going to remove the nipple clamps from your tits.  You know they hurt worse coming off than going on.”

       Abbey bit lip pretty lip, “Yessir, I know.”

       David Rayne pulled the clamp from her right nipple, quickly followed by the clamp in the left nipple.  The pain was tremendous.  She squirmed and groaned loudly.  The burning pain in her nipples was transmitted to her cunt.  David began to massage both breasts, finally easing the pain, and making her breasts feel good, arousing her to an even higher level.

       There were tears of frustration in her blindfolded eyes. Not only did she crave sexual release, she was also humiliated.  She had begged two strangers to satisfy her, yet both declined.  She wondered what was going to happen to her.  She was beginning to wonder if David Rayne might even take her prisoner and not take her home to Jim.  All she could do was to sit and ride as best she could.  From time to time David would play with her breasts or pussy, all of which kept her aroused.

       “Sir”, Abbey spoke as she rode next to David Rayne.  “May I ask a question, please?”

       “Yes, you may.”

       Abbey was silent for a moment.  “Sir, will I ever see my husband again?”

David smiled and answered, “Why do you ask that?”

       A tear ran from Abbey’s blindfolded eyes, “I just love him so much, and I want him so much.  I know I am a slave, and I will surrender to you, but I was in hopes that he still loved me…”

       Abbey fell silent.  She did not know what else to say.

       “Well”, David replied as he fondled her breasts, “I am sure, eventually, you will see him.  For right now, however, you are mine to do as I wish.”

       David slapped her breasts several times.  They bounced and jiggled, deliciously.

       “For right now”, he continued, “You are mine, so no more questions.”

       A subdued Abbey whispered her reply, “Yessir.”

       After a long ride, she sensed that the limo was now on city streets, as opposed to being on a highway.  Soon she felt the car turn into a driveway, and into a garage.  Since she had been denied clothing for her travels, she was glad the limo was in a garage so she could not be seen.  Then again, whose garage was it, and what was going to happen to her.

       After the car was stopped and the engine turned off, David and the driver helped her out of the limo.  She was lead by her leash from the garage and into a house.  Abbey stumbled, but even with her wrists and arms bound behind her, she caught herself.  She pulled back on the leash, seemingly to resist.  David jerked her leash, pulling her to him.  His left hand grasped her exposed nipple.  He twisted it cruelly.  Abbey gasped in pain.

       “Slave”, David spoke sharply.  “I hope you are not resisting.  I’ll pull the nipples off your tits.  Now stand up, and do what I tell you!”

       Abbey apologized, and begged forgiveness.  David answered by slapping both of her breasts.  Jerking on her leash he lead her into this strange house.  Shortly entering the house, she was lead down a flight of stairs, into a basement.  It had the same feel as the basement of the Krueger house.  Once again, she was to be a prisoner, hid from the public, and held incognito.  She was being held in another basement while no one in the outside world knew she was there.  Strangely enough though, it scared her, and aroused her.

       David stopped Abbey, and pulled her to his chest.  He hugged her and kissed her while squeezing her sensitive breasts.  She returned his kiss because she knew it was expected, and because she was still very much aroused.

       “Abbey, we have reached our destination.  I am going to remove your blindfold, and introduce you to someone”, David said.

       Abbey’s pussy ached as she thought, ’Someone else to torment me and use me.’

       Abbey replied to David, “Thank you, Sir.”

       Her blindfold was removed.  She blinked her eyes to adjust them to the light.  In her line of vision, she saw that she was in another orgy room, not unlike the basement at the Krueger house.  It was a well equipped torture and orgy room.  Also, she observed another woman.  This woman was a raven haired beauty with a great body.  She too was naked, wearing only high heel shoes.  Her wrists was tied, and pulled high above her head.  She was gagged and her body showed signs of having been whipped recently.  David Rayne walked her over to the bound and whipped woman.

       “Abbey, I want you to meet my wife, Carol.  She is a slave much like you, and is here in the custody of another master.  She is a graduate of Haus Krueger.  Like you, she has been extensively trained by Alex Krueger.  In fact, in the fall she will return to Krueger‘s for a refresher course.  Who knows, perhaps you will be sent back there with her.”

       Abbey smiled at Carol.  David’s wife nodded her head to Abbey.  Her gagged mouth prevented a smile or words of any type.  Abbey wondered if she was going to be made to suck this woman’s pussy.

       “Now, I want you to meet this other master to whom I have trusted my wife.”

       David turned her around, and to her shock, there stood her smiling husband, Jim.  David dropped her leash, she turned and ran to Jim.  He embraced her, kissing her frantically while his hands explored her body.  He made no attempt to release her wrists and arms, just kept kissing and hugging her.  It is obvious that he wanted her to remain bound.  She was home, home to be her husband’s complete naked abject sex slave.  She was where she wanted to be.  Life was good!

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       Well, you have it.  Abbey is home.  Yes, I had been tormenting David Rayne’s wife.  We have decided that each man should have access to each other’s slave/wife.  The future looks bright, and very exciting.  Yes, I am seriously considering sending Abbey back to Krueger’s place with Carol Rayne.  It will be good training and conditioning.

       While Abbey was gone, I had my basement renovated into a fine dungeon and orgy room, much like the one at Krueger’s house.  It is smaller, but very well equipped.

       I was glad to have Abbey back.  Yes, I do love her, very much.  But, now she is a total sex slave, and more woman than any man could imagine.  Oh, yes, I will send her back to Krueger’s for a refreshing of her training.  It will be good for her, and remind her that she is a slave.  Understand, however, she is my slave, and I will never let her go.  I love this woman, and I also own her.  It doesn’t get much better than that.  I am very glad to have her back home.

       Oh, yes, in case you wondered, both David Rayne and myself fucked Abbey that night.  Carol was fucked, also.  We even required Carol to Abbey’s her pussy.  Likewise, she was made to suck Carol’s cunt  We made both slaves cum several times.  We lost count of their climax’.  I know Abbey had at least ten cums.

       Abbey is home, lying in the bed next to me.  She is sleeping.  I have pulled the covers from her body and  can see what a magnificent creature she is.  Her hands are locked behind her back in wrist cuffs.  She tells me that she is very used to being bound while sleeping.  She is lying on her side, with her back to me.  I move close to her and put my arms around her.  I gently grasp her breasts  My cock is rigid and is slipping between her legs.  Her magnificent ass is pressing against my belly.  I am sure that in a few minutes Abbey will be awakened by my cock moving in her sweet cunt.  Yeah, life is really good!

THE END

         ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART NINE

       This is Jim Bryant again.  It has been some time since I wrote you about my wife, Abbey, and how she has been turned into the perfect sex slave.  There is a chapter of this story that has not been told.  Remember, during Abbey’s incarceration at Haus Krueger, he was training another candidate to be a sex slave.  Caron had been sent to Krueger prior to her marriage.  Her husband-to-be wanted her to be a complete sex slave, and wife.  Krueger allowed me to have her a several times during Abbey’s stay.  I must say Krueger had done a remarkable job with Caron.  She reacted very well to the whip, or any kind of torture.  Caron could literally suck a cock for hours.  I had her suck my cock one evening as I watched a full length BDSN movie.  She kept me hard, very near a climax for over an hour.  When I finally did cum, I thought I was going to die with pleasure  Literally anything is possible with her.  She was a hot sex slave, relishing her slavery.

       After Abby “graduated” from Krueger’s establishment, we did not hear about Caron any more, at least for a while.  About a month or so  after Abbey was returned to me, Hans Krueger called me.  He told me Caron was about to be married, and her husband-to-be wanted to invite us to the wedding ceremony.  I jumped at the chance.

       Krueger said the wedding would be held at Haus Krueger.  All Masters would be dressed in black robes, only, which would be provided by him.  All slaves, like Abbey, must be naked, bound, gagged, and wearing only high heel shoes.  Naturally, collars and other bondage gear were acceptable.  This sounded like a great event, and a hell of a party!  This was to be a Master/slave BDSM wedding.  I was looking forward to attending, as was Abbey.

       On the day in question, a Saturday afternoon, we arrived at Haus Krueger.  I am still in awe of the beauty of the place and surrounding grounds, and the seclusion.  It is ideal for this type or gathering because of the privacy factor.  It is nearly impossible to see the house and grounds because of the distance from the road and the heavy foliage.

       Abby was beautiful, as usual.  She had paid particular attention to her hair and make up.  She was wearing four inch shiny patent leather high heel pumps.  I had bought special patent leather wrist and ankle cuffs, along with a matching collar and leash.  After her wrists were locked behind her back, a patent leather belt was used to tightly bind her elbows together.  Her rather large, and spectacular breasts were pushed out to new prominence.  As we traveled to Krueger’s place, I did not bother to cover her with a cape, since my window are tinted rather dark.  I toyed with her breasts, and rummaged through her cunt.  By the time we reached the Krueger house, Abbey was very aroused, and my cock was hard.

       At Krueger’s place, I parked the car near the front door.  Several other cars were already there.  It was my understanding that five other couples were invited, along with the bride’s mother and father.  Given this is a BDSM wedding, with all female attendees being naked and bound, I wondered how the bride’s mother and father were going to handle it.  Not everyone is into Master/slave BDSM relationships, especially when it is your own daughter who is an abject trained sex slave to her new husband.

       Abbey looked fantastic as she stepped out of my car.  We were greeted by an eager Girard.  He was all smiles.  He embraced Abbey’s naked body and kissed her, careful to not mess up her lip stick.

       “It is good to see you, again, Little Slave”, he said as he grasped her breasts while he was embracing her.  “You have been missed here.  I miss our early morning tete’ a tete’.”

       Abby smiled, replying, “Thank you, Sir.”

       Girard then grasped Abbey’s breasts with both hands, squeezing and pulling on them.  He slapped them, the said to her, “Abbey, you beautiful slave slut.  You have the most beautiful tits in the universe.  They were made to be whipped and tormented.”

       Abby smiled, “Thank you, Sir.”

       Girard then shook my hand and said, “Sir, welcome to Krueger’s.  He is looking forward to seeing you, and Abbey.  First, we must gag her.”

       “Not a problem.  Here, I’ll let you gag her.”

       I handed Girard a newly purchased ball gag.  It was red with a patent leather strap, matching the rest of her outfit.

       “This is very nice.  I love matching outfits like this.  Abbey, mouth open“, Girard ordered.

       Abbey opened her sweet mouth passively, and stood there while Girard pushed the red ball past her soft red lips and deep into her mouth.  I grasped her hair and held it up, out of the way while he connected the strap behind her neck.  He pulled the strap very tight, pushing the gag deeper, with the strap pressing into the sides of her face.  He smiled with satisfaction, and locked the buckle on the strap.  Abbey was securely gagged.  I let her shoulder length black flaxen hair fall into place.  Abbey was incredible.  I imagine Krueger will want to fuck her before the reception is over.

       `Girard took Abbey’s leash, and after slapping her breasts again, began jerking on leash, leading us into the house.  We were held up for a couple of minutes while I undressed in an anti-room and donned a black silk robe and matching slippers.  All the men guests were wearing similar garb.  I discovered robe had no belt and stayed open in a flowing manner as you walked or just standing.  Your cock and balls were always visible.  Even when I sat down, the robe opened displaying my cock and balls even more.  This told me this could be a really great wedding reception.  Krueger likes this style.  The constant show of cock and balls is arrogance on the Masters part.  I have learned great number of Masters require their slaves to be constantly looking at an exposed cock.  Failure to do so begs punishment.  I may institute that rule around my house with Abbey. 

       We were the last couple to arrive.  Girard lead us to a small two seat settee couch, similar to a love seat, near the front of the gathering.  I walked behind my naked and bound Abbey, watching her body as she walked and noticed all the other Masters were watching Abbey as she walked to her seat.  Her breasts jiggled and swayed deliciously as she walked behind Girard.  I was proud to show her to the others.  As I sat down, I was looking around, trying to locate the mother and father of the Bride.  There they were, sitting where the Bride’s family usually sits, to the left of the isle in the front row, and was I ever surprised! 

       The father was about fifty years old and his wife, the mother of the Bride was in her mid-forties.  As I say this, I must also point out that the father was a rather handsome sophisticated looking gentleman dressed in the same type of robe as the other men were wearing, and the mother of the Bride was stunning.  She was blonde, like her daughter, Caron.  It was obvious that she works at keeping figure.  Her breasts are rather large, and her skin was the color of peaches and cream.  She was a gorgeous sex slave!

       `The mother of the Bride was naked and severely bound, with her wrists and arms were restrained behind her back in a very tight  single glove.  There were additional straps at the wrists and elbows, buckled tightly.  It was obvious that her elbows were tightly bound together.  The way her naked breasts were pushed out, presented to the world, said she was in good shape, and her bondage was severe.  All my questions about the relationship between the Bride and her parents were answered.  The mother was gagged with what appeared to be a penis gag, which matched her collar, single glove and ankle cuffs.  I was in a position to see her magnificent breasts.  I could see at least two whip marks, striations on her breasts, just above the nipples.  I would imagine I will see more whip marks when I get closer to her, and when she is standing up.  I looked at Abbey, and yes, I could see some light whip marks on her breasts from a whipping she received yesterday.  I was proud of her marks, and  I wish I had whipped her harder so the lash marks would be more pronounced.  I looked down at my lap.  My robe had slipped open like it was designed to do, and my very erect cock was very much at attention.  I noticed Abbey was looking down at it.  Even with the gag in her mouth, she smiled at me.  I slipped my hand between Abbey’s creamy thighs and started to rummage through her sweet cunt.  Abbey opened her leg to give me easier access.  Her pussy was hot, and very wet.  I heard her moan softly behind her gag as I played with her cunt, a moan of pleasure and arousal.

       You could feel the sexual tension as Hans Krueger walked into the room.  Hans, as usual, was remarkable.  He still had the bearing of a cruel demanding master.  He too was wearing a black silk robe, and it was hanging open displaying his body.  His erection was obvious as his rampant cock could be seen by everyone.  As Krueger entered the room, the father of the bride got up and walked to the back of the room.

       “Good Afternoon, dear family and guests”, Krueger commenced.  “We are here for a very happy occasion.  A recent student of ours is here to marry.  Caron will be given to her fiancee, James in marriage.  This will be special wedding, as she will become his bride, and his sex slave.  She trained here for some four months prior to being an acceptable sex slave for her new husband.  We wish them all the happiness a Master and his slave deserve.”

       I leaned over and kissed Abbey on her cheek and gave her breast a squeeze.  My hand was still between her thighs, teasing her cunt.  I noticed smiles of approval from the rest of the assembly.

       Kruger continued, “Here to officate over this happy event, is Judge Raymond Cane.  Your Honor, if you would please come forward.”

       I turned and saw the Judge as he rose from his chair and came to the front of the room.  I did recognize the gentleman.  He was in fact a sitting judge, and the pretty bound, naked, slave next to him was his wife.  I had seen their pictures in the newspaper in the social pages.  I guess the BDSM world is much larger than I knew about.

       The judge spoke,  “Good afternoon, friends and family.  We are here today to participate in the joining of Caron Elman and Roger Moss in marriage.  May I introduce the groom.”

       A handsome man in his thirties stepped into the room from a side door.  Like the rest of the men, he was wearing the prescribed silken robe and matching slippers.  He moved to where the Judge was standing, and turned to the crowd, looking at the back of the room.  His cock was rigidly erect and he had a smile on his face.  Another man, dressed in the same fashion joined the groom.  I could only assume he was the best man.

       Just then, from a speaker system, came the music of the “Wedding March”.  The Judge motioned for us to stand and face the rear of the room.  I pulled Abbey close to me, my arm around her waist, so I could play with her breasts as we watched the wedding prosession.  I moved behind Abbey so she could used her restgrained hands to stroke my cock.  Several of the other Masters were doing the same. 

       I looked to the back of the room, and there I saw the father of the Bride and his daughter, Caron Elman.  She was stunning in her appearance, and the rigidity of her bondage.  She was wearing white, all white.  Her collar, gag, garter belt, hose and high heel shoes were white, as was her wrist and ankle cuffs.  Her wrists were locked together behind her back and a white leather belt was wrapped around her elbows.  The belt pulled her elbows painfully together, holding them tightly against themselves.  Caron’s shoulders showed the strain they were under because of her bondage.  A golden chain linked her ankle cuffs, hobbling her.  A small lace vail was anchored to the top of her head, flowing down to just past her shoulders.  Her nipples had a delcate gold chain with loops around each nipple.  The loops were adjustable, and were pulled tight causing considerable discomfort in her nipples.  The chain was short, and taut between Caron’s nipples.  While it was very attractive, it was obvious that each nipple was pulling against the other nipple, adding to her discomfort.  As she walked her breasts jiggled and swayed, causing her nipples to pull against each other.  I noticed she had gold rings installed in the soft nether lips of her cunt.  When I last fucked her, her pussy lips had not been pierced, although Krueger said her husband-to-be was talking about doing so.

       In keeping with the sexual tension in the room, I has working Abbey’s pussy.  She was becoming very aroused.  Her nipples were hard and her breath was becoming rather ragged.  I didn’t want to upstage the wedding by making Abbey cum during the ceremony, but I wanted her aroused.

       I leaned over and whispered, “Slave, if you cum, you cunt will be whipped until you think it is on fire.  Do you hear me?”

       Abbey nodded her head.  She knew I would not stop, so she had to find a way to distract her mind from what was going on.  This was difficult of her as everything, and everybody in the room represented the best of hot BDSM sex.  I continued to toy with her.  I would deliberately take her to the edge of a climax, the stop and let her settle down.  It was a delicious sex game.  Poor Abbeyhad no idea what I was going to do, or make her do.

       As the music played, the father of the bride, George Elman, hugged her, and kissed her on her gagged mouth, grasped Caron’s leash, and tugging on it, began leading her, escorting her down the isle to the front of the room.  I noticed Caron’s father was sporting a massive erection.  As I stood there watching this father escort this slave beauty to the alter, I wondered if he had ever fucked her.  I noticed that he keeped looking at her body as they walked.  Yes, his cock was rigid, bouncing and swaying as he walked.

       I looked over at the mother of the bride, George Elman’s wife and sex slave as she stood there, watching her bound and naked daughter being escorted to the wedding alter..  She was a beautiful woman.  Her breasts were magnificently large, yet held their shape.  They were beautiful.  Her breasts swayed seductively as she stood and moved to watch her daughter being escorted to the alter.  I noticed a few more fading whip marks on her breasts and the fronts of her creamy thighs.  My cocked throbbed as I looked at her and thought about the possibilities.  I hoped I would have a chance at fucking, or torturing Caron’s mother.

       When Caron reached the altar where the judge was standing, the judge looked out at the attendees and said, “We have Caron Elman before us, to be married to James Rowe.  Who gives this woman to be wed, and to enter into sexual slavery.”

       George Elman replied, “I do.”

       With that, he handed the leash to the best man who stepped down and stood behind to Caron.  It was as if she were a slave whose custody had just changed.  George Elman hugged and kissed his daughter again, with one hand playing with her breasts.  His hand moved down her body to her steaming pussy.  He gave it a gentle slap, then back away from her.  He then stepped away and went to his bound and naked wife, leaving Caron at the altar in the custody of the best man.  The groom, James Rowe moved down and stood on the beside of Caron.  The attendees took their seats, again.

       “Best Man”, the Judge said.  “You may removed the prisoner’s gag.”

       The penis gag in Caron’s mouth was rather large, and tightly embedded in her tender mouth.  The Best Man unlocked the strap, and slowly slid the gag from her mouth.  Again, the judge spoke.

       “James Rowe, Sir, do you take prisoner Caron Elman to be your wedded wife.  To love, hold, care for, and protect her until death you two shall part?”

       The groom replied, “Yes, I do.”

       “Do you also take the prisoner to be your complete, abject, naked and bound slave, specifically, your sex slave?  Do you promise to train and discipline her, making her the best sex slave possible?  No matter how she might object, or complain, will you maintain her strict sex slave and prisoner status as long as she is with you?”

       “Yes, I do.”

       “And now, prisoner Caron Elman, do you accept the groom’s offers, and accept being his lawfully wedded wife.”

       Caron softly replied, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Further, do you accept him to be your Master, and submit to James Rowe, being his totally abject, naked, bound sex slave, obeying him at all times?”

       Caron looked up at her future husband and master, smiling, and answered, “Yessir, I do.”

       “Caron, do you understand that as a sex slave to James Rowe, he will punish you, torture you, require you to submit to any sex act, require you to submit sexually to any person he choses to give you to?  That person can require any sex act of you, can bind, torture, and rape you, and force you to submit and obey?  He and any individual will punish or torture you sexually as punishment for any disobedeance, or for the shear pleasure of punishing, torturing, and raping you.  Do you submit to being James Rowe’s sex slave, with no reservations or caveats?”

       Caron’s voice was a little softer and submissive, but could be heard by the assembled crowd.  “Yessir, I submit to being my Master’s sex slave.”

       You could hear sighs and murmers of approval in the gathered sex slave masters and slaves.  In a very real way, it was a touching moment.  Every cock was rigid, and several of the wives/sex slaves had a tear running down their gagged faces.

       “James, and slave Caron, by the power vested in me by the state, I hereby pronouce you man and wife, Master and slave.  James, you may kiss your bride, and now your slave.  Best Man, will you complete her slavery.”

       The best man disconnected the leash from Caron’s collar, and knelt down to attach the leash to rings which were installed in the nether lips of her cunt.  He then handed Caron’s leash to James Rowe.  The groom pulled Caron to his body, using the cunt leash, pulling on her pussy lips, pressing her naked breasts against his chest, and with his heated cock against her belly.  The kiss was long and passionate.  All of the attendees approved.

       The judge spoke again, “Caron, to show your servility to James Rowe, and yhour acceptance of him being your master, you will now kneel in front of him and suck his cock.”

       James kissed Caron again, then put his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her nylon covered knees.  Caron moved up on her knees until her lips touched his cock.  She kissed the heated head of his cock, and licking it with her sweet pink tongue.  Turning her head, she moved down and kissed his balls.  Then licking and kissing the shaft of his cock, she moved her mouth back to the throbbing head.  Caron kissed his cock again, then slipped her soft full lips over the deliciously aching head, her tongue lashing the sensitive head.  Members of the wedding party were now moving forward to the front of the room to get a better view of this moment.  George Elman pushed Caron’s mother closer so she could see her daughters sucking her new husbands cock.  It was a beautiful thing to behold.

       We all gathered around, watching Caron work on her new husband’s cock.  It did not take very long.  Caron is now a trained and talented sex slave, and cock sucker.  Her husband has been aroused for several hours.  Soon, we saw his body move in a sexual induced convulsion, letting scalding hot jets of cum shoot into Caron’s sweet slave mouth.  She worked hard to swallow all of his issue, and was successful.  Those attendees that weren’t bound, applauded her efforts and the pleasure she brought to her master.

       The Judge turned to the crowd, and announced, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Masters and slaves, I give you Mister and Misses James Rowe, Master James and Slave Caron.”

       

       

        

       

          ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART TEN

       The wedding was great, a beautiful sexually arousing ceremony.   The Bride and Groom were very happy.  The father and mother of the Bride seemed pleased with their daughter’s marriage, and sexual slavery.  I was impressed.  Neither myself, or Abbey had ever been to a BDSM wedding between a Master and a slave.  In it’s own right, it was beautiful. 

       Everyone moved into the next room for refreshments and wedding party.  Holding Abbey’s leash, we moved in room with the other celebrants.  This room is one of several orgy rooms in the Krueger house, and perfect for this occasion.  Food and refreshments were on a long table in the back of the room.  The food area was reasonably well lit, while the various area of the orgy room were softly lit, creating a seductive atmosphere.  As I was taking the gag out of Abbey’s mouth, I observed several other Masters doing the same.  We were famished, and in need of a little refreshment.  I got two glasses of champagne and some finger sandwiches.  Since Abbey was still bound, I fed her and held the glass so she could drink the cold refreshing champagne.

       A reception line had formed, with the Bride and Groom, along with her parents standing near the food tables.  There was one difference, however, in this line.  The bride was on her knees.  Her arms and wrists were still locked behind her back, however, her gag had been removed.  As we approached this reception line, I soon learned why she was so positioned.

       I shook hands with the groom, and wished him well.  He thanked me and invited me to put my cock into his new wife’s mouth so she could suck me, this being her way of showing her appreciation for our attendance at her wedding.  Immediately, I decided a like action was needed.

       I turned to Abbey, “Sweet Slave, why don’t you suck the groom’s cock.  Let him know we are glad to be here.”

       Abbey went to her knees, and after kissing the rigid cock of the groom, took it into her mouth an started sucking, just as I felt the bride take my cock into her mouth.  The other couples in the reception line gathered around to watch what was happening.  After about one minute, the groom told Abbey to stop as he did not want to cum right then.  Feeling my cum rising in my cock, I did the same.  I wanted to enjoy this reception with a very hard cock.

       Next, I shook George Elman’s hand, and then hugged and kissed his wife/slave.  As I was kissing her, Elman was hugging and kissing Abbey.  He made sure he fondled her breasts and cunt in the process.  I have to admit, I did get several hands full of Mrs. Elman’s tits, and I fingers her smoldering pussy.  I really wanted to have a session with her.  We stood to one side, drinking champagne, watching the other couples doing as we did, being sucked by the bride, and slaves sucking the grooms cock.  I think I like this much better than a simple hug and a kiss on the cheek like you find at your basic vanilla wedding reception.

       Hans Krueger came to where we were standing.  He hugged and kissed Abbey, then spoke to us both as he continued to hug her and fondle her breasts.   “Well, my friend, what did you think of the wedding?”

       “Hans, we really loved it”, I replied.  “It was simple, yet beautiful.  I think James and Caron will have a happy life together.  The reception line is the best.  But…, let me ask a question…, if you can answer.”

       Hans smiled, “Sure, I’ll do my best.”

       “Was Caron a slave to her father, in addition to her mother?

       Krueger laughed, “Well, yes, maybe.  But, let me clear up something.  Caron is not his real daughter.  She is his step daughter.  He has been her step father since she was about ten years old.  And, yes, I suppose she is a slave to him, but he has never fucked her, nor has she sucked his cock.  Caron has wanted him to, but he did not feel right about it, at least not until she is married.  He has bound her, whipped her, and fondled her breasts and cunt, even used his fingers and dildos to make her cum.  He just felt it was her future husband’s decision to give her to him.  Her mother encouraged him to fuck Caron, but he stuck to his guns.”

       Krueger continued, “You see, there is more to this story.  All of the women in this room are graduates of my training academy.  I trained Caron’s mother about ten years ago.  She was here for five months.  She was newly married, but her husband had to work overseas, in a Islamic country for quite a while.  So, he placed her here with us to be trained.  We would keep her prisoner, train her, used her, training her to be the perfect sex slave until he returned.  By the time she left here she was the perfect slave, not unlike your beautiful Abbey.”

       I replied, “After five months of abject slave training, I have no doubt about how her slave abilities.  Look at what you accomplished with Abbey in three weeks.”

       Krueger answered, “Yes, but there is a difference.  I am not too sure Caron’s mother really wanted to be here.  Your Abbey embraced her training.  She was a wonderful slave before she came here.  We are proud to have students like Abbey.  She just reached her potential here.”

       Abbey blushed, and thanked Krueger.  He kissed her again, “You’re welcome little slave.  I look forward to your return here for refresher training.  Your Master has also invited me to your home to enjoy you.  I will do that before long.”

       I turned back to Krueger and asked, “How did Caron get into your academy?”

       Krueger smiled again, “Her parents told me she wanted to be a slave, like her mother.  They waited until she was engaged.  Young Mister Rowe wanted his wife to be exactly like his mother-in-law.  So, it seems her mother convinced her to come here to be trained.  So, it was basically a family decision.  Speaking of which, it is my understanding that the new Bridegroom will offer his bride to her step father, granting him unlimited access to her.  In return, Mr. Elman will let Mr. Rowe have unlimited access to the Bride’s mother.  I think all parties will be pleased.”

       I was about to ask another question when Girard approached us.  He broached a question to me.  “Sir, I wonder if you would mind letting me have Abbey for a while.  I would like to see…uh…how well…she has…retained her training.”

       What could I do.  I owed the man a debt.  He had made Abbey into an outstanding cock sucker.  I looked around the room and saw that others were beginning to enjoy the sexually charged atmosphere.

       I turned back to Abbey.  I kissed her as I fondled her breasts and cunt.  I was not surprised to find she was aroused.

       “Slave, go with Girard, and obey him”, I ordered.

       Turning to Girard, “Sir, be my guest.  I would appreciate an evaluation on her expertise.”

       Smiling, Girard took Abbey leash and took her across the room to a vacant couch.  I watched as he seated himself, requiring Abbey to kneel between his thighs.  He kissed her, then sharply slapped both her tits.  I saw her pretty face flinch, but she did not shy away from him.  I suppose he was admonishing her to do a good job of cock sucking.  Girard leaned back as Abbey bent to her task.  She kissed and licked his cock several times, then took it into her mouth.  As Abbey worked on Girard’s cock, I turned and looked around the room.  I was pleasantly surprised when I saw George Elman and his bound and naked wife looking at me, and then walking towards me.

       Cass Elman was a fantastically sexy creature.  I watched as George lead her to where I was standing.  My cock literally throbbed as I watched her walk.  She took short mincing steps as she walked, causing her magnificent breasts to sway and jiggle as moved.  I can well understand why her breasts showed recent signs of being whipped.  They begged the whip.

       “Mr. Bryant”, I heard George Elman say as he approached me.  “May I have a word with you?”

       “Of course, What can I do for you.”

       I was speaking to him as I watched he and his wife approach me.  My cock was driving me crazy.  I noticed she was looking straight at my cock as she came to where I was standing.

       “Well, I just want to thank you”, extolled George.

       “And, what I have I done to be deserving of your thanks?”

       “When our daughter was under the care and training of Hans, it is our understanding that he gave her to you several times while you wife was being trained.  Caron said you were a tough task master, but she enjoyed her time with you.  After being with you, she knew being a sex slave to her husband was exactly what she wanted.”

       To my delight, Mrs. Elman asked permission to speak to me.  “We knew the best thing in life for Caron was to be a sex slave like I am.  When she was a young teenager she spoke of being a slave.  Because of you, and of course Hans, she is happy.  If there is anything we can do for you, please let us know.”

       My cock literally leaped..  It ached for the beautiful Mrs. Elman.  I was having fantasies about whipping her tits and stuffing my cock into her pretty mouth.  Now, I admit that my Abbey is easily the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever met, and she is a wonderful hot sex slave who keeps my interest up.  But, having said that, have you ever seen a woman that drove you mad, and you would do virtually anything to have her under you power?  The mother of the Bride was one of those women.  I have heard that older women are sometime the sexiest.  In this case, Cass Elman qualified for that title.

       I turned to George Elman and said, “Well, if you are really serious about that offer, let me have your slave for a while.  I would think that would be a very enjoyable experience.”

       George smiled, and handed her leash to me.  “Of course.  You may have her for as long as you wish, but I would ask that your wife be given to me for a while.  I notice she is with Girard, and from all outward appearances, given the expert way your wife is sucking his cock, I am sure he won’t be able to hold out for very much longer.”

       “Sir, you strike a fair bargain.  She is yours to do with as you wish, with respect to the rules of the Krueger house.”

       “Very good”,  Elman said.  “There are no restrictions on what you can do with my wife, Cass.  You two have a great time, and I will see you after I enjoy your Abbey.”

       With that, George Elman turned and walked towards Girard and Abbey, his rigid cock bouncing and swaying as he walked.  Girard was in the final throes of a massive orgasm.  Abbey was sucking his cock dry at the time.  I turned to Cass Elman.  Her afternoon was about to start.

       “Ok, Slave Cunt.  I have been watching you.  You have made my cock ache, so I think it is time you do something about it.”

       Cass Elman submissively replied, “Yessir, what ever you say.”

       Pulling on her leash, I lead Cass Elman across the game/orgy/reception room to a darkened corner on the far side.  There was a whipping post and a king sized bed there.  When we get there, I removed Cass’s single glove and bound her wrists behind her back with rope.  We sat down on a little two seat couch.  I put my arm around her and held her close while I kissed her.  You could tell she was a Krueger student as her kissed was very not a passionate.  We “made out” as I toyed with her breasts and fingered her cunt.  I could not keep my hands off her.  Her tits were a magnet to my hands.  I squeezed them, slapped the, pinched her nipples, made her lean down and rub them against my cock, and anything else I could think of.  As I mentioned, I was amazed at my attraction to Cass.  She was at least ten years my senior, yet, I was obsessed with her. 

       We both were becoming very aroused.  Her mouth was hot and her kisses seemed to devour me.  I knew I had to have her lips around my cock.  I ordered her to lean over and take my rampant cock into her mouth, and suck me.  She was good, damned good!.  Perhaps, Abbey was a little better, but Cass knew how to suck a cock.  In a matter of a minute or so she had me moaning and ready to cum.  I stopped her because I had a lot of things I wanted to do to her, and I wanted to do it with a rigid aching cock.. 

       I got up and helped Cass to stand up.  I kissed her again, then walked her over to a whipping post.  I backed her up against the whipping post.  Her bound wrists were trapped between her ass and the post.  With another section of rope, I looped it around her elbows and behind the whipping post.  When I pulled the rope tight, very tight, she was drawn back against the post,  bound to the post by pulling her elbows back against the it   This held her body tight to the post, and forced her breasts and pelvis out, making them vulnerable to the whip and anything else I wanted to do to her.  I ran a couple strands of rope around her waist, pulling her even tighter to the post.

       A subdued Cass looked at me and asked, “Sir, would you please gag me.  I am afraid I will scream and embarrass you and my husband.”

       What could I do.  I did what the lady asked.  Using her own penis gag, I tightly gagged her.  Personally, to see such a beautiful sexy woman bound, and gagged is a major turn on.  I also like the fact that a gagged slave cannot protest what is happening to her.  All she can do is endure.  I was going to make Cass endure.  Cass knew she would have to endure, and the endurance could be rather stressful, and painful.

       My cock ached as I walked to the wall and brought down a medium weight multi strand flogger.  This would be ideal for Cass’s tits and cunt.  Her eyes had the helpless look as I returned to her.  She knew she was in trouble, and there was no help for her, no escape.

       I played with her breasts again.  I could not resist.  I sucked her nipples.  I could not resist.  I slapped her tits.  I could not resist. I kissed her gagged mouth.  I could not resist. I toyed with her steaming pussy.  I could not resist.

       “Cass, You are driving me crazy.  You have to be one of the sexiest slaves I have met.  I love my wife, and find her to be incredibly exciting, but there is something about you.  Because of you, I am afraid you will have to suffer the whip for a while, then I intend to fuck your brains out.”

       Cass Elman had a curious look on her face.  Her pretty gagged face showed lust, arousal, and a bit of desperation.  I think she sensed she was going to pay a price for her sexy appearance, and her blatant submissiveness.   Finally, it was time.  I lightly ran the whip across her breasts as she closed her eyes and softly moaned.  Raising the whip, I brought it down sharply across the upper slopes of her breasts.  They bounced and jiggled with the blow of my whip.  She squirmed a little as the whip was not harsh, yet.  The next blow was a little harder, as was the one following that.  The fourth lash was significant, right across her nipples.  Cass screamed into her gag.  I guess I got her attention.  Another lash across her nipples, and yet another.  Her nipples stood out as if begging for more.  Cass was sobbing and attempting to move, to hide her monstrous tits.  She did not have a chance.

       The more I whipped her, the harder my cock became.  I whipped her ass, and her steaming cunt, then back to her tits.  I whipped the fronts of her magnificent thighs, and then back to her tits.  I was mesmerized by the way they swayed, bounced and shook when struck with the whip.  You had to see these breasts, then you would understand my obsession.  Poor Cass was squirming against my ropes and doing a little slave “dance” with her feet and legs.  She was trying to avoid my whip, but her efforts were for naught.

       After I had used my whip to paint Cass’s tit’s a bright pink hue, I stopped to apprise my work.  She was absolutely delicious.  She was in serious pain, yet I could see the moist skin on the insides of her thighs.  These sweet juices are coming from her overheated cunt.  I ran my hand across her cunt, and slipped a finger in the heated passage.  She was literally soaking.  She had just endured a serious tit whipping, and yet she was very aroused.  When I rubbed her clit, she tried to hump my hand.  I was not going to let her off that easy. 

       I untied her elbows and waist, releasing her from the whipping post.  Picking her up, I lay her on the bed.  She lay there, softly moaning with her eyes closed.  Her body was decorated with marks from my whip.  My whip reached out and found her cunt.  As my whip crashed in to her pussy, her eyes jerked opened as she raised her head to see what happened.  Before she could gather her thoughts, my whip struck her cunt again.  Cass started to jerk her legs closed, but was slave enough to know better.  With all her fortitude, she forced her legs open, even more than before.  I did not be labor the point.  After a few good lashes on her nether lips, I climbed onto the bed, and moved between her legs.  He smoldering  eyes was watching me.  I had to fuck this magnificent creature.  She kept watching as I pushed my cock against her hot cunt.  My cock ached to cum.  I don’t remember too much after that.  I remember pushing my cock into her cunt, all the way in on the first time.  I was using my cock like a weapon.  I drove it in hard, and that seemed to push her libido to whole new heights.  He cunt seemed to grab my cock, and milk it.  It was amazing.  In a short time we both exploded in a sexual melt down.  We both came hard, at about 8.0 on the Richter scale.  I am  sure we were shaking the house down.  Even after my climax, I kept fucking her.  It just seemed to be the thing to do.  I did not want to stop.  Her cunt was still milking me.  I surprised myself.  I am famous for holding my cum, forcing a slave to cum several times, and then, perhaps, making her suck me off.  Not in this case.  I was so aroused by the body and submissiveness of Cass Elman, I could not hold my climax, and subsequently came when she did.

       It took a few minutes to recover, but recover I did.  Pulling my cock our of her marvelous cunt, I eased myself up her body until I was straddling her shoulders, my flagging cock pointed at her sweet mouth.  I could feel my ass resting on her breasts.

       “Open”, I commanded.

       Cass opened her mouth and took my well lubricated cock in to it’s warm moist depths.  Cass certainly knew her way around a cock.

       “Clean it off, Slave”, was my next order. 

       It took a few minutes, but Cass Elman did get my get my cock clean, and drained.  The end result was, I had a clean cock that was very hard, again.  I left her laying there while I went to the bathroom and retrieved a warm wet wash cloth.  For the next few minutes I wash her sweet cunt.  When I was sure she was rested, I had her get off the bed, whereupon I replace the rope around her wrists with her original single glove.  I made sure it was as tight as it would go, crushing her elbows together behind her back.  Her tits seemed to fill the room.  I had been struck with a idea for more torment of this magnificent mammaries.

       I had her lay back down on the bed, the center of the bed.  Her tightly restrained arms were now trapped under her.  With lengths of rope tied to her ankle cuffs, I pulled her legs widely apart tying them to rings mounted at the corners of the bed.  Now she was lying on her back, tits raised to me, with her magnificent legs widely spread and bound.  Her hands were restrained and laying under her ass, raising her cunt to me.  Now for the second part of my plan.

       Once again, I gagged Cass, and from an equipment shelf, I produced the next items of her torture.  I picked up two heavy pieces of twine.  Now these were not ordinary pieces of twine.  On each string were some eight spring loaded clothes pins, tied at about three inches apart..  I was going to make two “zippers”.  You wonder what that is?  Here’s how it works.

       Take a string with eight clothes pins tied on it.  Clip the clothes pin at the end of the string to her sensitive nipple, with more other pins clipped to her breast, leading away from the nipple.  The last of the pins extend down from the breast to her side, by the rib cage.  Now, do the same to the other breast.  Now you have two zippers installed.  Now you are ready to give her an enormous climax, or a lot of pain, excruciating pain.  Make sure your slave is gagged as Cass Elman is.  A “zipper” will make a slave cry out in pain.

       I moved onto the bed, between her spread legs.  Her face told me she knew what I was going to do.  I didn’t care.  I lay down on the bed between he legs with my face right at her sweet cunt.  This woman was like my Abbey,  She has a beautiful cunt.  I started by kissing the outer lips of her pussy.  Almost immediately Cass responded.  It was obvious she like having her pussy kissed and sucked.  The kissing lead to licking of her cunt, and tormenting her clit with my tongue.  Cass was beginning to lose it.  She obviously had a very sensitive pussy and clit.

       I increased my work on her pussy.  She was now humping my mouth and tongue.  I watch her, gauging her actions.  Soon, I could tell she was approaching a climax.  I stopped.

       From the moan of frustration, I could tell Cass Elman was accustomed to being denied a climax.  I let her stew for a moment or two, letting her settle down, then started again.  This went on for about fifteen minutes, at least.  Cass was literally crying from sexual frustration.  Had she not been gagged, she would have begged and pleaded for a cum.  I attacked her cunt again, only this time I kept going.  Just as she was beginning to cum, I jerk hard on the clothes pin laden string.  She was cumming as the last clothes pin was jerked off her aching nipples.  Cass Elman went insane.  She was screaming into her gag, and humping my face and mouth like a mad woman.   Her climax just kept coming in a series of cums.  At one point I think she actually passed out for a moment or two.  I let her come back to sanity and reality, slowly.  When I thought she was with me again, I moved back up to her head.  Removing the penis gag, I quickly slipped my cock into her mouth.  I began fucking her mouth.  Her tongue was lashing the heated head of my cock.  It didn’t take long, and I was shooting red hot jets of cum into her pretty mouth.  Cass did her best, and swallowed it all.  I slowed down, and stopped, just sitting there over her head as she cleaned my cock again.  I collapsed beside her, nearly falling asleep.

       We lay there for a bit, then I leaned over and kissed her again.  Cass returned my kiss, and said, “Thank you, Sir.  This has been a wonderful afternoon”.

       Smiling I replied, “And, I thank you.  This has been a memorable afternoon.  I sure hope I get another chance to do it again.”

       She answered, “Sounds lovely, Sir, perhaps you will, but you will have to ask my Master.”

       I looked over at her again, “I think I’ll do that.”

       I kissed her again as I toyed with her abused nipples and breasts.

       

        

Enslaving Abbey - Part Eleven

       I had pretty well fucked myself out for a while.  I had two explosive climax’ with Cass Elman.  This woman’s sexuality, beauty, and submissiveness was amazing.  I literally could not get enough of her.  Normally, I can control my own cock.  This time I did not want to control it.  I wanted it to do whatever it wanted.  It wanted Cass Elman.

       Finally, I got off the bed, and let Cass up.  Both of us needed to use the bathroom, and while we were in there, we both took a shower, together.  Playing with Cass Elman’s body in the shower is an arousing experience.  I insisted on bathing her tits and cunt.  She in turn bathed and stroked my resurrected cock.  After we dried off, I installed her single glove, making sure it was very tight, and her ankle cuffs, along with her high heel shoes.  Attaching her leash to her collar, I walked her back out into the orgy room.  I led her about the room, looking for George Elman and my wife, Abbey.  We found them in a darkened corner of the room.  There were two easy chairs, and a small couch in a circle, with a rather more important coffee table in the middle of the circle.  Abbey was bound to the coffee table.

       Elman and Krueger were with her.  She had been made to kneel at the side of the table, and bend over face down, with her breasts pressed down on the table top.  Her wrists were still locked behind her, as were her elbows.  She was bound to the table top.  Since she was bound across the table, her head hung off the edge.  It appears that her ass and the backs of her thighs had been soundly whipped.  I could see some whip marks on the sides of her pressured breasts.  George Elman was in front of Abbey, his cock firmly rooted in her mouth, giving her a robust mouth fuck.  Hans Krueger was behind Abbey, fucking her boiling cunt.  As he did so, Krueger was randomly spanking Abbey’s beautiful ass.  As both men were plowing her mouth and cunt, Abbey was uttering a continuous quiet erotic moan.  She was in the sub-zone, completely absorbed by what was happening to her.  From the humping movement of her ass it was obvious to me that she was ready to cum.  Cass and I stood there watching this beautifully erotic, and savage scene.  I was standing behind Cass Elman, my arms around her and playing with her magnificent tits.  Yeah, even after all I had done to, and with her tits, I still could not keep my hands off them.

       George Elman smiled at me and his wife as he continued to thrust his cock into my Abby’s mouth.  Even as we watch him, he closed his eyes, his body seemed stiffen a little, and he let go with jets of hot cum into Abbey’s mouth.  She caught most of it, but a drop or two dribbled out of her sweet pretty mouth.  Seeing this seemed to push Krueger over the edge and he came, filling her heated cunt with his issue.  After a couple of minutes, George Elman got up, his cock thoroughly drained and cleaned.  Krueger knelt and put his cock in Abbey’s mouth to let her clean it.  While Krueger was doing this, Elman came over to where Cass and I were standing. 

       George smiled and said, “You have one incredible slave.  I did whip her more that I expected.  There is just something about her that begs the whip.  At one point Kruger and two other men were watching.  I let them fuck her.  I kept her mouth reserved for me.  I hope Cass gave you an enjoyable time.“

       “Yeah, you could say that”, I replied.  “I enjoyed your wife, and I am glad you enjoyed mine.  Abbey is the joy of my life.“

       Both George Elman and I were satisfied with each other’s slave/sife.  However, I suspect Abbey had a much rougher time thatn did Cass.  At least Abbey had more cock.  I kissed Cass, and thanked her for a enjoyable afternoon.  I handed her leash to Elman.  He hugged her, pressing her tits against his chest, and kissed her, long and deep.  There was obviously a strong love between these two.

       When Krueger’s cock was clean, he got up and turned to me.  “You know…, your Abbey is one hot slave.  You are a fortunate man.  I hope you send her back to me for a refresher course.  She is wonderful.”

       We talked for a few more minutes about Abbey’s future, and then he was away, to talk to other guests.  Poor Abbey was still bound across the coffee table, her well whipped breasts still tightly pressed against the table.  I knelt beside her and released her bonds connecting her to the table.  Her wrists and elbows remained locked together.  I estimate Abbey’s wrists and arms have not been tightly restrained for some eight hours.  I helped her up, and moved her in the direction of the bathroom and shower.  She was a very exhausted little sex slave.  I could see cum running down the inside of her delicious thighs.

       I released her wrists and elbows.  I removed her cuffs and collar.  It took a few minutes to ease the stiffness in her arms and shoulders.  While she was limbering up, I took her into the shower.  I spent quite a bit of time washing her and refreshing her.  As I was rinsing off the last of the shower soap, Abbey put her arms around and kissed me.

       “Master, it is good to see you again.  I missed you”, she said.         She kissed me again, then continued, “I had a very exciting afternoon.  Mr. Elman and Krueger can put a slave girl through the paces.  It was exciting, a bit painful, but I am glad to be back with my Master.”

       “Looks like you had a pretty rough time.  Someone really likes to whip your tits”, I commented.

       Abbey kissed me, her arms still around my neck, “Yeah, that was George Elman.  I think he might whip his wife’s breasts too.  He’s pretty tough.  He really likes to be sucked, and he can really hold out for a long time.  He likes to use a riding crop on my breasts while I am sucking him.  My poor breasts really caught it.”

       Abbey kissed me again.  My cock was stirring again.  Abbey whispered, “I sure am glad to be back with you, Master.  I love you.”

       My cock was hard again.  I love this woman, and have a great hunger for her.  Cass Elman is exciting, but Abbey is my slave.  I kissed her, and kissed her again.  We got out of the shower, and dried off.  My cock was still hard.  I wanted my slave.  I picked her up and put her on the bed.  I know she had been well fucked, several times, but I needed to fuck her, and fuck her I did.  I could tell her pussy was tender, but in a matter of a minute she was doing her level best to excite me.  We fucked each other for a few minutes, then, just like it might have been scripted, we came together.  It was incredible.

       After a minute or two, I rolled off her, then had her lay next to me, facing me, with my arm around her.  Her breasts were pressed against my side as she was kissing my cheek.  Her hand was stroking my semi hard cock.

       “Abbey, I love you”, I whispered.  “I love the idea of you, and I love you.  I love you being my slave.”

       Abbey kissed my cheek again, and replied, “Jim, Master, I love you, and I am glad I am your slave.  I want you to keep me as your slave…, forever…, Sir.”

       I had to smile when she called me Sir.  She was adding emphasis on what she had just said.  I turned to her face and kissed her as I hugged her.  He soft warm hand squeezed my my cock.  Then, she moved down my body to my cock.  Like she had always done, she took it in her mouth and sucked it clean.  What a tremendous way to finish an afternoon of debauchery.

       After our love making session, I put Abbeys collar, wrist and ankles cuffs back on her.  She put her high heels back on, and then I wrapped the patent leather belt around her elbows.  Once again her magnificent breasts were thrust out, on display.  After I hooked her leash to her collar, we walked around the orgy room to see what others were doing.  By now, most of the celebrants were settling down, having exhausted themselves.  I got two more glasses of chilled champagne and some finger sandwiches for Abby and myself.  We sat down on one of the many couches in the room and were refreshing ourselves when the groom James Rowe walked over to where we were seated.  His pretty bride, Caron was with him, bound and on a leash.

       James spoke first, “Hi, mind is we sit with you for a minute”

       I replied, “No, of course not.  Please have a seat.  How are you two doing, this being the first day of your married life?”

       James answered, “Well, it has been exciting.  Actually, we are quite excited about being married, and I am really glad Caron is my sex slave, my very well trained sex slave.  It is like a dream, yet I can see her, and touch her, so I know it is real.”

       I looked at Caron, “And how is your first day of sexual slavery?”

       She blushed a bit, then answered, “I love it.  I guess I have fantasized about this most of my life.  I love my master, and I love being his sex slave.”

       “I understand your Master is going to give you to your step father, and in turn your Master will be given unfettered access to your mother.”

       A big smile came over Caron’s face, “Yes, that is what he said.  I must admit that I have always wanted George to fuck me, and make me a slave like my mother.  He wouldn’t do it, although I could tell he wanted to.  Now, I have no choice.  My Masters says I must do anything George want to do to me.”

       James interrupted, “Yeah, I think it is the best of all worlds.  Ever since I met Cass Elman, I wanted to fuck her.  Now, I have a wonderful wife, and a magnificent sex slave, and the mother of my slave will be mine, too.  I don’t think it can get any better than that!”

       Smiling, turning back to Caron, I said, “Well, I think you two will have a very exciting life ahead of you.  Abbey and I wish you the best.  That being said, has your Master required you to submit to other men today, you wedding day?”

       Again she blushed.  I find this so refreshing in a sex slave.  “Yessir.  Master fucked me first, then he let others whip me, fuck me, and I think I had to suck every cock in the room.”

       “HMMmmm…”, I said.  “I am not sure that is true.  You have not given me a blow job.”

       James chuckled, “Yeah, you’re right.  I know you have fucked her, and she was made to suck you cock when your wife was in training.  That was part of her training.  Yes, you are right, she has not sucked your cock today.  I would like to remedy that.  Since you were a part of her training, I want repay you by having Caron to suck your cock.”

       Needless to say, my cock had raised it’s lusty head again.  While I would never have the obsession for Caron like that I have for her mother, she is a beautiful and hot little sex slave.  I liked the idea of the bride sucking my cock.

       “Sir”, I replied.  “You do me honor.  I would love to have your slave suck my cock.  Let me add, while your bride is ministering to my cock, let me give you my slave for your entertainment.”

       I turned to Abbey, a somewhat tired Abby, and I kissed her, and pinched her nipple.  “Sweet slave, go over to Master James, and see to his needs.”

       Abbey smiled, kissed me, and got up, headed over to the couch James was sitting on.  I rached up and patted her on her beautifull ass as she goes to James.  I watched Abbey walk to where Jim was seated.  I never get tired of seeing her, watching her, and being with her.  I noticed James cock was ready.  Caron came to me and knelt between my thighs.  I reached down, taking her pretty face in my hands, and kissed her.  Her kiss was as warm and responsive as I remember it.  She was going to be an excellent slave, bringing her master pleasure and happiness for many years to come.  She bent her head, and taking my cock into her mouth, she set about her task of pleasing me.  I raised my eyes from the pretty Caron, her with the soft pretty lips around my cock, to James who was sitting on the couch across from me.  He and Abby were sitting next to each other, kissing and making out.  He seemed to be fascinated by her breasts as I am.  Finally, his cock aching and throbbing, he ordered her to her knees to suck him.  Abby was beautiful as she did go to her knees, and took his rigid cock into her mouth.  James sat back on the couch and watched as Abbey worked on his cock.  Then he looked up at me, smiling as he watched his wife sucking my cock.  It was a very good day for both of us.  I wondered if he would become obsessed with his mother-in-law as I was.  Just a thought.

       As I looking down at Caron, thinking about her mother, Cass Elman, I looked up, and there she was, tethered and bound, walking behind her husband.  She looked over at her daughter, and son-in-law, seeing they were involved with Abbey and myself, she smiled, nodding her head.  Some how I feel I have not seen the last of Cass Elman, and the prospect was just fine with me.

       Caron was getting me close to a cum.  I looked over at my Abbey.  My God, she is hot.  With her head buried in James crotch with her mouth filled with his rigid cock, her sweet ass is pointed to me.  I can see her sweet cunt, as well as the remaining whip marks on her ass and the backs of the thighs.  James had reached down and is squeezing and tugging on her breasts.  She is magnificent.  After she brings James off and cleans his cock, I think I will take her home.  While I enjoy sex parties, and especially this wedding, and I love to give Abbey to others, nevertheless, I love her, and she is my sex slave.  I am obsessed with Abby.  I know I said this in regards to Cass Elman, but it is especially true with Abbey.  I can’t get enough of Abbey.  Every time I think about Abbey, and her sexual slavery, my cock always reacts.   Caron is a good cock sucker, but my Abbey is perfect.  Caron and Cass may be excellent sex slaves, but my Abbey is the best.

       My cock is aching now, and throbbing.  I grasp a  hand full of Caron’s hair, moving her head to the movement of my cock.  Caron is doing her job very well.  Her tongue is whipping around the aching head of my cock.  It feels so good it is almost painful.  My cock erupts, scalding the inside of Caron’s mouth.  I didn’t think I could cum again, but here I am, cumming in the new bride’s sweet mouth.  As I fill Caron’s mouth, I look across and see James literally humping Abbey face.   She is able to move with him, keeping his exploding cock in her mouth.  It is obvious that both James Rowe and I are very happy men.