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ISBN:  9781907753190
Author:  Lesley Asquith
Word Count:  64,282
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Carol wondered what he could mean. Her eyes were helplessly drawn to the rearing cylinder of bone-hard flesh. Her palm still seemed to retain the feel of its hot throb, as if itching to hold it again. ‘Do… do you want me to rub it for you?’ The words came involuntarily from her lips. ‘I… I could this once, just to relieve you.’
   ‘You have such a pretty mouth,’ he hinted lewdly.
   ‘No… you can’t mean—’
   ‘Oh, but I do,’ he insisted smoothly, a powerful hand grasping her silky hair and drawing her face into his lap. ‘Suck me, you horny bitch. Suck me until I come in your mouth - and that’s an order.’
 
Innocent young Carol, in debt and striving to promote her depressed husband's success as an artist, is recruited into a secret society by the sadistic Max Alexandrou.
 
Submitting to strict discipline as a means of furthering her husband's career, will she eventually come to savour the sweet pain/pleasure of humiliation?
 
Bending to the iron will of others - male and female - Carol must undergo punishing tests and ordeals to discover her own true suppressed nature.
Shame. Humiliation. These were luxuries she could no longer afford. Her clothes lay on the floor around her feet; a long mirror reflected the naked image, startling her. Her breasts seemed swollen, heavy gourds with nipples thickly extended. The fork of her thighs was prominent and neatly thatched with curly hair. She did not like being displayed so conspicuously.
   But the thickset stranger she'd just met did. She stood before him, stripped for his approval. Sitting with him was the woman who'd brought her. Bought her. A severe critic, her dislike was obvious as the man murmured his crude approval.
   'Great tits and a nice plump mound. Altogether a beauty with that face and figure. Who is she - what is she?'
   Made to feel like a mere commodity, the naked girl felt her degradation was complete.
  'A housewife,' the woman answered abruptly, resentful of the praise, her accent harsh. 'Carol something... a Mrs Lefarge, I believe. Untried as yet and still proud. It's what I was instructed to bring, but I'm not sure of her suitability. Not without proper training.'
  'For which you'd willingly volunteer your expertise, Greta,' Carol heard him laugh. She didn't doubt the cruel bitch would volunteer, whatever "proper training" entailed. 'You gave her some idea of what's expected of her tonight? She agreed to everything willingly?' Carol had been told nothing - deliberately, she was certain - so that she would be sent in oblivious.
   'Who cares about willing? She needs the money.'
   Spoken contemptuously, it was aimed to degrade her further. Carol fought to stop the insult wounding her. Her conscience was clear; she would suffer everything, the close scrutiny of the man and the woman's poisonous hatred, which had been very evident from the moment Carol had got into the car; Greta had indicated that she was nothing, a body.
   But she did need the money; she reminded herself of mounting debts, of her fears of losing her house and home and husband. Naked before their gaze, she felt a growing uneasiness, an inner tremble. Straining every nerve, she strove to dismiss the unthinkable - a distinct flutter of unwanted arousal.
   She did not know who would have her later; only the so necessary payment was in her mind. 'Money up front,' she'd dared tell the big German dyke, getting half from her after a heated argument. 'Why else would I be here?' she'd insisted. Now, bracing herself to endure whatever coming ordeal she'd agreed to allow, Carol wanted it over.
   'Can't we get on with it?' she asked, impatient to be returned home to her husband, Pierre. 'I'm here, what more do you want?'
   'You don't tell us, we tell you,' Greta spat viciously. The man beside her was informed again that she didn't like Carol's attitude. 'Demanding little cow. She has no trust. Wanted paying before we learn if she's genuinely the submissive type required. I've detected no signs of obedience or any gratitude for us employing her, Gerard. She's surly and uncooperative, in need of discipline.'
   'It's her first,' Gerard said. 'Training will educate her, if financial considerations make her a regular with our group. She has potential.' Directed at Carol, his hard features did not reassure her fear that she was already in servitude to this devious pair. 'You need the folding stuff, girl. For providing certain services, our women learn to enjoy themselves with choosy clients, all well-heeled people. The recompense is excellent. Come here, stand close to me. Don't hang your head. You've nothing to be ashamed of, with that body. I have to inspect the goods.'
   Made to feel like merchandise, Carol obeyed the sharp commands with a hot flush suffusing her face, standing before him naked and defenceless, wincing in embarrassment.
   'All that modesty is pretence; she's trembling for it,' Greta announced. 'It's turned her on to think she's being forced.'
   'I am being forced,' Carol protested. 'I'm not used to this.'
   'All the better for that. Our trade likes them modest,' Gerard said, starting to caress her upper leg. 'You must agree she's a luscious piece. That blonde hair frames such a deceptively innocent face. Loosen it.'
   Carol's fingers shook as she reached to let the long fair tresses fall to her bare shoulders. 'She's got it all,' Gerard declared. 'Pretty face, girlish looks and body, slim with big breasts. Look how they remain firm and uptilted, Greta. Unlike yours,' he added spitefully.
   'She's still a kid; I'm a woman,' came the retort, making Carol fear that the woman's hatred of her would increase; she was already afraid of the dominant German. 'Give them time; they'll droop, like they all do. I get no complaints about mine from those women I allow to enjoy them. Are you going to give her your usual preparation for the work? You usually insist upon that with the new girls, as a perk of the job. So what's keeping you?'
   Her glare told Carol to resign herself to accept further indignity. Carol resolved to remain silent and concentrated on controlling the trembling of her breasts. Again she felt mortified by their abundance and impudent thrust. She recalled her husband joking that her ample bosom was a size too big for her body. He nursed on her nipples for comfort in his present depressed state, mothered by her, suckling a thick and swollen teat in his mouth. She made up her mind to think only of him during the coming ordeal, that whatever she debased herself to do was for them.
   Gerard's hands reached for her breasts, his big palms with outstretched fingers descending over each globe. Squeezing and fondling, his thumbs flicked over the peaked nipples, making them respond treacherously against her will.
   'At a rough guess, I'd say our reluctant subject is beginning to enjoy the treatment,' he laughed derisively. Her ears burned at the taunt. His hands cupped the soft rounds of each breast as if testing their mass and weight. Cringing, Carol noted his eyes lowering to her mound, her sex-lips swollen with undesired arousal and peeping through their thickly forested surround.
   'Nice,' he observed, trailing his fingers to brush lightly over the furrow, creating a tingling there that made her quiver despite her resolve. As the fingers stroked on, she stiffened, straining to combat the surge of arousal pulsating in her quim.
   'Don't fight it,' Gerard advised, aware of her agitation. 'Let yourself go. You'll like it.'
   'I'll never like it,' she said weakly. 'Only the money.'
   Shrugging, he removed his hand from between her thighs. 'Why not like both, girl? Have the best of both worlds. We've had haughty types before and curbed their pride; taught them to love their work. You're no different. Now let's see your rear view. Turn and bend over. Save yourself trouble and learn to do as you're ordered willingly.'
   Carol felt she had to do it, but she didn't want to - despite the urge to comply. Despising herself, she reminded her conscience of money already held and of more to come. Enough to ease some worry of finding the money to settle a few very final demands. Outstanding bills her artist husband couldn't face in his despondency in trying to sell his work.
   She had great faith in his talent, but she knew that their debts would not just disappear. She bent over dutifully before Gerard.
   Her bared buttocks fully presented, she swayed, getting a sharp warning smack across her raised cheeks to steady herself for his inspection. He used his feet to push hers apart, widening her stance. Once she was settled to his satisfaction, his hands divided the proffered globes, prising the cheeks wide to separate them. Carol quaked to think of all that was revealed in the open groove, realising how completely vulnerable she was in that position. Her breasts swayed forward from her chest. She could imagine what he was seeing from close up behind: the tightly crinkled pucker of her anal orifice and the split curve of her quim. To control the tremors that threatened to overwhelm her, she placed both hands on her knees, posing completely at his mercy. She didn't dare move; the sting in her bottom from his hard admonishing smack transmitted heat through to her moistening source.
   'Superb,' was his verdict. 'An ivory skin and a marble-firm bottom, just created for the cane and whip. Has it ever been spanked, young lady?'
  'Who... who would want to do that?' she asked naively. 'I'm not a child; I wouldn't allow it. What are you - some kind of pervert?'
   'Too much mouth,' Greta put in vindictively. 'Like I said, she needs breaking. Starting from the bottom.'
   'Where else,' Gerard said snidely, 'and where better, from my point of view right now? She doesn't know what she'll get to like, but it'll be a pleasure teaching her.' His next words were directed to Carol. 'Hasn't your husband punished this gorgeous behind, girl? In anger for some misdeed, or even for the sheer joy of doing it? He's missing out if he hasn't. Perhaps you discipline him?'
   'No, never,' Carol said, her apprehension mounting. 'Certainly not.'
   'So what does he do?' Gerard taunted. 'Screw you, no doubt. But that's merely the main course made tastier by spicing up the feast with a show of who's master. Believe me, you uppity women find out you go for being dominated. Even if they squeal and protest they don't like it, they do. You've come to the right people to get an education.'
   With shock, Carol realised his hand was entering the crease of her buttocks, his fingers pushing past and delving in the pouting cleft of her sex. Feeling she must submit and biting her lower lip, she determined at least to control the trembling of her thrust-out bottom, and not to give in to the desire to jerk against the probing hand.
  'Drenched in there,' Gerard announced, a fingertip flicking and circling the sensitive bud of her clitoris. 'She's as tight as a mouse's ear, too.'
   'Her husband must have a tiny cock, then,' Greta said scornfully, 'or else she hasn't been dishing it out to others better-hung.' Her long wet tongue licked her thick lips as she covetously eyed Carol's presented rear. 'It could be that her experience has been with female lovers.'
   'Whatever,' Gerard said, 'she's narrow, gripping me. What a lovely screw she'll make. Good clit, too: almond-sized and hard to the touch. Doesn't that feel nice, girl?'
   'No doubt you'll do as you like,' Carol moaned, her humiliation at their talk adding to her torment as she fought not to respond to the expert fingering. 'Is this why I've been brought here? For you to amuse yourselves?'
   'It does no harm to work you up a little before meeting your client,' Gerard said. 'Makes you more amenable to their demands, if you're sent in randy. And you are, aren't you? I can tell.'
   'Please,' Carol begged, her spirit weakened, and prepared to thrust against the hand; a whimper of dismay escaping her as it was withdrawn.
   'I knew it,' she heard Gerard say triumphantly through her daze of arousal. 'It got to you, didn't it? You'd like me to make you come, but I won't. You have to learn that we can do what we want with you.
   'You hold me captive,' she protested, shamed to realise his taunt was true; that she'd desperately wanted to climax. 'Do I have any say in it?'
   'You don't,' he assured her. 'Always keep that in mind. Nice word, captive, by the way. I believe you're now getting the picture; that we demand complete obedience from those we employ. Straighten up and turn and face me. I'll allow you to do that.'
   Thankfully standing upright again and turning, she was annoyed to find herself giving him a wan smile of gratitude for letting her do it. His hand went back between her thighs, teasing the outer lips as if tempting her to work her quim against his fingers. Despite the throb urging her on, Carol resisted, hating him.
   'She's fighting it, the silly bitch,' Greta observed dryly. 'No question she's wanting to be touched up. She's horny.'
   'He... he's made me that way,' Carol whined. 'What do you expect after the things he's done to me?'
   'And later you'll get more of the same with our client,' Gerard promised. Studying her anguished face to gauge her reaction, he grinned. 'Something to look forward to, girl. Until you're sent for, let's find out something about you, joining us so unexpectedly on Max Alexandrou's say-so. For Greta's sake, have you ever had sex with another woman?'
   'No, never,' Carol hotly denied, feeling a curled finger resume its probing to agitate her innards further. 'And I've no wish to.'
   'Don't knock it until you've tried it,' Greta advised cynically. 'I could teach you a few tricks you'd find as exciting as anything a man can do. I guarantee that.'
   'No doubt,' Gerard agreed, 'and you can't wait to show her. More to the point, we need to know what she has done, what she allows, and what she likes. Does your husband lick your pussy for you, girl? Do you like to suck cock? I presume he allows you to do that?'
   'The mercenary little cow sucked Max off,' Greta was obviously pleased to inform him. 'Earlier tonight. Of course, she claims she was forced.'
   Her arousal mounting inside, unable to prevent herself squirming on the stroking finger, Carol answered as if impelled to obey. 'He does... does lick me... but only my husband. I... I've sucked him, too.'
   In her throes she recalled Pierre's long tongue invading her receptive channel and the hot length of his cock in her mouth. On the verge of convulsing, she was once again frustrated as the finger withdrew. She was deliberately left in limbo with the demanding throb in her sex torturing her mind and body. Through dazed eyes she saw the butler enter and stare greedily at her naked state before passing a message to Gerard.
   'Show time,' he said, taking Carol's hand to lead her away. 'The boss was right about this girl. Always on the lookout for fresh talent, Max knows a promising prospect when he spots one. This horny little bitch will train nicely. She'll comply.'
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