"Sold into slavery" - читать интересную книгу автора (Richmond Charles)

CHAPTER TEN

Susan stood in the center of the den or the large mansion owned by Mr. Arnold. In front of her sat a poker table with six chairs around it.

"This is where you will be doing the serving," Mr. Arnold said. Turning, he pointed toward the bar at the end of the huge den. "I want you to get acquainted with the place. I'll be back in a few minutes with the outfit I want you to wear this evening."

As Mr. Arnold left, Susan walked back over to the bar and began checking out where everything was. While she was going through the cabinets, she wondered what kind of outfit Mr. Arnold would have her wearing. She really didn't see much wrong with the outfit she had on. It was quite revealing with its extremely low cut choke and hemline falling just below her asscheeks.

Several minutes later Mr. Arnold came into the den carrying a little case much like a brief case. He motioned for Susan to join him on the sofa.

Opening the case, Mr. Arnold pulled out a pair of red, crotch-less bikini panties. Next a bright red bra with holes for her nipples to poke through, followed by a pair of red hose and a frilly red garter belt. Red satin anklet heels a good six inches high with tiny spike heels completed what there was to the outfit.

"You can get dressed now," Mr. Arnold said. "I want to see how you're going to look."

Susan stood up and removed her dress, hose, black pumps, and stood naked in front of Mr. Arnold.

"You sure are one hell of a good looking bitch! I know my friends are going to have a ball with you tonight."

Susan blushed. "Thank you, Master. I hope I will be able to please them and live up to your expectations."

"I'm sure you will, baby, I'm sure you will." Susan pulled the bikini panties up her long legs, and when she had them all the way up, she reached down and parted the crotch-bands, making sure her cunt was very visible. The bra was next, and that too was adjusted as she centered the holes over her nipples. The hose, garter belt and shoes finished the outfit. She stood back and turned around so Mr. Arnold could get a good look at her.

"Wow, you're one sexy woman! How did you ever get to be a slave?"

"It wasn't of my choosing, Master."

"You mean you don't like it?"

"I didn't say that, Master. I just said it wasn't my idea to become a slave."

Mr. Arnold found himself getting horny. "How about you give your temporary owner a little blow job?"

"Whatever pleases you, Master," Susan said, and moved toward him.

Mr. Arnold leaned back and let Susan unzip his fly. He felt her cool fingers on his stiff prick as she eased it out through the opening. Then her fingers slowly fluttered up and down the long cock-shaft. He felt her lips kissing the top of his cock and smearing the pre-cum back and forth across them as though the end of his cock was a tube of lipstick. Her lips felt soft and moist against the rubber head of his cock.

Susan felt the drop of fluid seep onto her lips and licked it off with her tongue. She continued running the cock-head back and forth across her barely parted full lips. She nicked her tongue back and forth across the little piss-hole, then her lips opened wider and slipped over the top of the cock-head.

She heard Mr. Arnold let out a low moan and knew she was bringing pleasure to him. Her mouth slipped down over the cock-shaft, feeling it fills her mouth until his cock-head touched the back of her throat. Her hands cupped his balls and gently squeezed them, bringing another moan of ecstasy to the man sitting in front of her.

Up and down her lips went over the stiff prick, and it didn't take long before Mr. Arnold was pumping his hips up to meet the downward motions of her mouth. Then his hands were on the back of her head, holding her steady as he fucked his cock as far into her mouth as he could. She felt his prick throbbing and swelling and knew his gobs of cum were coming.

As the hot spurts of cum shot into her mouth, she swallowed as fast as she could, making sure she got every last drop. She sucked at his cock until she had emptied every last drop from his balls.

As soon as he was through, Mr. Arnold pulled his saliva-covered cock from her mouth. He slipped his limp cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly as he stood up.

"You can relax for a little while now. My guests won't be arriving for another hour or so," he said.

"Yes, Master. Would you mind if I fixed myself a drink?"

"No, go ahead, but don't have more than a couple."

"Yes, Master."

Susan rose from her knees, cum dripping down her chin, and walked back over to the bar. She took a napkin and wiped the cum from her face, then fixed herself a rum and Coke.

She carried the drink over to the sofa and sat down to wait for Mr. Arnold's guests.

Soon she heard voices outside the den. Four men entered the den, followed by Mr. Arnold.

Immediately she stood up and cast her eyes toward the floor as the men approached.

"And this is our slave girl for the night," Mr. Arnold said.

"Hmmm, nice!"

"Yeah, one sexy cunt!"

"Man, look at those nipples and those tits!"

"Sorry I'm late," a woman said from the doorway, and Susan couldn't help but look up.

The woman was elegantly dressed in a blue silk mini-skirt with matching blouse and spiked heel, which showed off her well-carved calves and ankles.

"Come on in and meet our stave, Linda," Mr. Arnold said as the woman strolled across the room.

"Nice," Linda said.

"Are you all ready for a little poker?" Mr. Arnold asked.

"I'm ready to take your money!" Linda laughed.

"You took it last week, how about giving us a chance?"

Linda smiled. "But, Ralph, the idea of the game is to win. I can't help it if I just had a streak of luck last week."

"What do you think, Bob? Think we can beat her tonight?"

"We can try, but you all know this lady is one hell of a poker player," Bob said.

"Come on Sam, let's get started. You too, Andy."

Susan learned the names of everyone present as she listened quietly to the conversation.

"Drinks, cunt!" Mr. Arnold snapped.

"Yes, Master." Susan looked at the six people. "What would you an like?"

Each one gave Susan their drink preference, and as Mr. Arnold shuffled the cards, she went back to the wet bar.

Minute later Susan returned with a tray of drinks.

"Over here," Ralph said. "And light my cigarette."

Susan moved around the table. Picking up the matches lying in front of him, she pulled one free and struck it, holding the flame to the end of his cigarette. "There you are, Master."

Ralph reached up, grabbed hold of the center of her bra and pulled her down until her face was in front of his as he inhaled on his cigarette. She coughed as he blew a steady stream of smoke into her face.

"Thank you," he said, and released her.

"Over here now, sweetheart," Linda said. Susan moved to Linda's side. "Take your right shoe off," Linda said. Susan bent down and unbuckled the strap to remove the high-heeled shoe.

"Now put your foot right here." Linda pointed to a spot just in front of her chair.

Susan stood flat-footed, watching Linda lift her left heel and place it down on her toes. The weight or the heel pressed down harder and harder.

"Ahhhhh!" Susan cried as the heel dug into her foot.

"Oh, does that hurt?" Linda asked in mock surprise.

"Y-yes, Mistress!"

"Then let's see how this feels!" The men all watched Susan's face. Linda stood up and twisted her heel down on Susan's foot.

"Oooooh, noooooo!" Susan cried in agony. The spike heel felt like it was going to drive clear through her foot.

Linda removed her heel from Susan's foot and sat back down as though nothing had happened, telling Susan to put her shoe back on.

Susan's eyes were bleary from the awful pain running through her foot as she bent down and slipped the shoe back on and buckled it.

"Now go get me a napkin," Linda said.

"Yes, Mistress," she said, and limped painfully to the bar to get a napkin. "Here you are, Mistress."

Susan stood there almost unnoticed as the poker game continued until several hands had been played. The drinks were sipped at until they were almost empty before Susan was told to refresh them. She limped back to the bar, and when she returned, Mr. Arnold looked up at her, a sly smirk on his face.

"You could have been a little faster with these drinks."

"Yeah," Bob said.

Andy looked up. "Maybe she needs something to make her think about being a little quicker."

"I agree," Ralph said.

Mr. Arnold rose from his chair and walked across the den to a small cabinet. When he returned, he was holding a pair of alligator clips with two pound weights shaped like teardrops jewel dangle from them." Maybe these will perk you up."

Susan watched the clips open and saw the teeth which were about to bite into her nipples. Mr. Arnold moved one of the opened clips to her right nipple and let the jaws close over it.

"Aaaaggghhh!" Susan groaned as the teeth dug into her nipple, crushing the hardened nubbin of tit-meat. "Noooooo – uuuunnngh!"

She screamed again as her left nipple felt the terrifying teeth cut into it. The pain felt like needles had been jammed right into the centers of her nipples.

"Now bend over and shake those tits!" Linda shouted.

"Yes, Mistress!"

Susan bent forward at the waist. She shook her tits back and forth, grunting painfully as the weights tugged her nipples back and forth for several seconds before she was ordered td straighten up.

"My purse is on the coffee table. Get it," Linda said.

"Yes, Mistress." Susan limped as fast as she could, feeling the darts of pain roar through her nipples as the weights jerked her tits back and forth.

Linda opened the purse and pulled out a carrot. She handed the carrot to Susan. "Fuck your cunt with this while we play a few more hands of poker."

Susan took the carrot and moved the small end down to her pussy as she spread her legs. All six people watched her fuck the end of the carrot between her cunt-lips and up into her pussy.

They went back to their card game as Susan stood there fucking the carrot in and out of her cunt. The feeling wasn't at all unpleasant, but she knew that if she let herself start enjoying it and have a climax before they were ready she would be in big trouble.

Twice she was ordered to light cigarettes as she continued fucking the carrot at her pussy-hole, and a couple of times she was ordered to refill their drinks.

Now, as she stood silently between Bob and Ralph, Mr. Arnold spoke up. "Okay, folks, it is time to see who gets our lovely playmate first. This will be the last hand of the evening and the winner gets the girl first."

They all agreed as the cards were dealt out. The draw was made and bets went around the table until it was time to show their hands.