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The Slave At Home

Part 3

Part 3



						CH 6



	Rose was relaxing one morning after a strenuous evening at the master's
house, when the phone rang. She was stiff and sore, and moved gingerly to answer
the phone.

	"Hi Mom, its me," her daughter said.

	"Hi. What are you up to?"

	"Studying. I'm getting ready for a test and have been studying all
morning. I'm taking a break and thought I'd give you a call."

	"That's nice, Dear." Rose leaned back on the couch and her sore muscles
protested. "Ouch," she muttered."

	"What's wrong?" Cathy asked.

	"Nothing, I'm just stiff from last night."

	"Were you at the master's? Did you get whipped?"

	"Yes I was, and yes I did."

	"Tell me about it."

	"Well, for one thing I spent hours tied to a kneeling post, that's why
I'm so sore."

	"You've been tied that way before," Cathy said. "Why did it make you
sore?'

	"Instead of tying my ankles behind the post they bent my legs up and
tied my ankles to my thighs. All my weight was on my knee caps."

	"Ouch!"

	"Exactly, and having my legs bent that long gave me muscle cramps."

	"Who tied you, the master and his guys?"

	"No, the master had guests. They tied me."

	"Was it the same bunch that tied us together?"

	"Some of them, the others were new to me, and there were women too."

	"Uh oh. I bet you ate their pussies," Cathy said.

	"Nope. I expected to have to but things took an odd twist last night."

	"What happened?"

	"There were four men and two women. One woman was with her husband and I
think the other was with a boyfriend. The other men didn't have ladies with
them."

	"Who were the ones that tied us up?"

	"The man with his wife and one of the single men. They tied me up and
whipped me and put clamps on my nipples and all the usual things."

	"Did the women whip you?"

	"The single one did, but the married woman just watched. I got the
feeling that she had never been to a bondage orgy before."

	"Why?"

	"She seemed shy and hesitant and looked shocked when they whipped me.
Her husband was into the scene though. He whipped the hell out of my boobs and
stuck his cock in my mouth. I don't think she was prepared for that."

	"What did she do?"

	"Nothing, she seemed bewildered by the events. She backed into a corner
and looked like she was embarrassed.  Her husband took her aside and they talked
for a while. I could tell he was trying to talk her into something. She was
reluctant at first, but finally agreed."

	"Agreed to what?"

	"He walked he into the center of the room and announced that she had
volunteered to be tortured."		

	"Geez!"

	"She blushed, but took off her clothes and let her husband tie her up."

	"Was she nice looking?"

       "Yes, she was pretty and had a nice body."

       "What position did he put her in?"

	"They started her out on a whipping horse. Everyone crowded around and
took turns spanking her. She endured as long as she could but eventually she
started crying."

	"Poor thing."

	"They whipped her lightly compared to what you and I get, but she was
screaming within minutes."

	"Did they stop?"

	"No, they gagged her and kept whipping her. The ones who weren't
whipping her groped her body, pinched her nipples and stuck their fingers in her
pussy and ass. She didn't like it at all. Her husband was a sick bastard. He
encouraged the others to humiliate her."

       "That's awful."

       Yes, I was disgusted. Her husband kept asking her if she wanted to suck
all the men, he told her to nod her head when she was ready. She wouldn't nod,
she shook her head every time he asked. That made her husband angry and he
whipped her harder."

       "What about you?" Cathy asked.

       "I was pretty much ignored," her mother said. "Sometimes a man would come
to me and make me suck him, but otherwise I was a sideshow."

       "That's not right," Cathy said indignantly. "You're the master's top
slave."

       "Maybe, but I'm still only a slave," Rose said. "I have to take what I
get. Anyway, I felt so  sorry for that poor woman that I wished they would
torture me and leave her alone."

       "Is that the only reason you wanted to be tortured?" Cathy laughed.

       "Well, , , not the only reason."

       "What about the other guest lady?"

       "She participated at first and whipped me and the man's wife, and the
master invited her to make me lick her pussy. She looked like she was going to,
she raised her skirt and rubbed her panties against my face, but then she
changed her mind and stepped back."

       "Were you disappointed?"

       "A little, I suppose."

       "What happened then?"

       "The men were all naked by then and suggested that she ought to undress
too. They told her that she should let them tie her up. I could see didn't like
the idea. She waited till they weren't looking and slipped out. Your father saw
her get into a limo and drive away."

       "What happened next?"

       "They tied the other woman to a kneeling post beside me. Her husband
removed her gag and told her to suck their cocks.  She cried and begged him to
untie her, but he whipped her breasts until she gave in."

       "She did it?"

       "Yes, she sucked them all."

       "That's rape," Cathy said indignantly. "They shouldn't do that to a woman
who isn't willing."

       "No, they shouldn't," Rose said. "But that's not the whole story."

       "Oh?'

       "After he made he suck every cock in the room, her husband put nipple
clamps on her and made her crawl around to each man and kiss his feet and thank
him for allowing her to suck him. She was sobbing the entire time. Then they put
both of us on  whipping horses."

       "What happened then?"

       "They fucked us," Rose said simply.

       "Well, at least the night wasn't a total waste for you," her daughter
said.

       "True, except they were in such a hurry that the didn't unstrap my legs,
they just lifted me off the post and bent me over that horse. That's why my legs
are killing me today."

       "Have you soaked in a hot bath?"

       "Yes, last night when your dad brought me home. I even let him watch."

       "Let him watch you soak in the tub?"

       "Uh huh, of course I played with my pussy while I soaked. I told your dad
he could masturbate while he watched me."

       "Mom, you are so sweet to poor Daddy," Cathy laughed.

       "Well, he spurted all over me when he came."

       "Way to go Dad!"

       Rose laughed

       "Getting back to last night," Cathy said. "What happened to that poor
woman?"

       "Her husband made her crawl out behind him on her hands and knees. She
was crying like a little girl when they left."

       "She ought to leave that son of a bitch," Cathy said heatedly.

       "Well, , , hold on," her mother said. "You father told me that when they
came out she was grinning from ear to ear and was so excited she was practically
dancing."

       "What?"

       "She was still naked and when they got into their car she was all over
her husband, kissing and hugging him. She had her head in his lap when they
drove away and you father hoped she wouldn't cause her husband to wreck the
car."

       "It was all a fake?"

       "I don't think so," Rose said. "I honestly believe that it was her first
time being tortured, at least publicly, but her crying and begging was an act."

       "Why bother to do that?" Cathy asked.

       "Who knows," her mother said. "Maybe being forced is part of her fantasy,
or perhaps she didn't want the others to know she enjoyed it."

       "She should be honest about it," Cathy said. "The great thing about being
a slave is you can be as slutty as you want and nobody cares."

       "Yes, I know, but not every woman understands that."

       "If more women let themselves be tied up and fucked, there would be fewer
psychiatrists in business," Cathy said, with all the wisdom of a college
freshman.

       "You are absolutely right Dear."

      

			CH7

      

      

       The Richards Corporation was approached by another firm with an offer for
a lucrative contract. The CEO of that firm was in town for negotiations. Mister
Richards met with him over several days and invited him to his home. Rose was
ordered to appear and please the master's guest. The guest, a Mister Sowell, was
quite kinky and put Rose through a very strenuous evening of torture and sex.
She was sore, tired and satisfied when her husband drove her home. A few days
later when the two men met is Mister Richards' office to sign the contract Rose
was there in her capacity as Richards' assistant. Sowell recognized her
instantly.

       As a slave Rose had no choice but to submit to the man, but fully dressed
and in the office she felt a distaste for him. She didn't like the way he looked
at her. When the contracts were signed Mister Richards invited Sowell to dinner
to celebrate. During the evening Sowell asked a favor of Richards, he asked to
have the use of his slave for another night.

       The master ordered Scott to present Rose to Sowell in his hotel suite the
next evening. Since he could hardly lead her through the hotel bound and naked,
he covered her with a long cape. For the first time ever Rose went to a torture
session with a heavy heart.

       Scott delivered her on time and was told by Sowell to return in the
morning.

       Rose was stripped of her cloak as soon as the door closed behind her. She
was thrown on a bed and her legs tied apart. Sowell was on her, and in her in
seconds. He fucked her violently, then left the room when he finished. Two large
men came in and removed her from the bed. They were exactly the same kind of
large tough men that the master used as his body guards.

       They gagged and blindfolded her, then wrapped her in her cloak. Rose was
led out of the room and to a back stairwell. She couldn't manage the stairs
well, so one of the men threw her over his shoulder and carried her. She heard a
door open and felt the cool night air. She was placed in a car and heard the
door slam. She wondered if she had failed to please Sowell and was being sent
home.

       Blindfolded, Rose had no idea where the car was going, It drove for half
an hour, then stopped. She was lifted out and slung over someone's shoulder. She
felt herself being carried up a short set of steps, set on her feet while her
cape was removed, then pushed into a chair. A seat belt was buckled around her
body and she heard the door close. Immediately she heard the whine of jet
engines starting. She was in an airplane!

       Rose tried to speak through the gag, she struggled in her bonds. A
jarring slap on her face stunned her. A male voice told her to sit still and
keep quiet. There was such menace in the voice that she obeyed instantly.

       The plane took off and Rose began to cry. Where was she being taken? Had
the master ordered this? "How long would she be away?

      

       When Scott arrived at the hotel the next morning the suite was empty. The
desk clerk told him that Mister Sowell had checked out at an hour earlier. Scott
told the clerk that he was to pick up a package and demanded the key to the
suite to see if it had been left behind. He raised such a fuss that the clerk
summoned a bell boy to take Scott to the room. A maid was already cleaning up.
Scott searched every closet, no Rose. Stunned, he ordered the maid and bellboy
out of the room and called Mister Richards.

       Richards was astonished when Scott told him that Rose was not to be
found. Richards tried to telephone Sowell but there was no answer on his cell
phone. He called Sowell's office and demanded that Sowell be informed that he
was to call immediately.

       Scott waited outside Mister Richards' office all day, there was no word
from Sowell.

      

       When the plane leveled off Rose felt hands on her body. Someone unbuckled
her seat belt and began toying with her breasts and pussy. Despite her fear, she
was soon excited. Strong hands bent her over the seat of her chair. A massive
cock slid into her pussy from behind.

       When the first man came inside her, he was replaced by another. This time
the cock forced its way in her ass. She had been fucked there many times before,
but rarely with a cock so large. It hurt initially, but he soon was enjoying her
self.

      

       Rose was gone for three days. Mister Richards called Sowell several times
a day until he finally got a reply. Richards demanded that Sowell return Rose
immediately. Sowell blithely told him that he didn't think that Richards would
mind if he borrowed on of his slaves for a few weeks, in fact, the slave was so
unimportant that he hadn't thought it was necessary to even ask Richards for
permission. Sowell offered to send a slave of his own to replace Rose. In a cold
fury Richards told Sowell that if Rose was not returned that very day, Sowell
would not only suffer the total destruction of his fortune, but could expect
revenge of a very personal note. Sowell told Richards that he didn't like being
threatened, but as a gesture of good will would put Rose on a plane the next
morning. Richards' response was so quiet, yet full of menace that Sowell changed
his mind and told Richards that she would be enroute home within the hour.

       Mister Richards called Scott and told him that Rose would arrive at the
airport in three hours and gave the flight number. He told Scott to meet Rose
with the limo and she was to have al the time off she needed, and to call him if
she required anything else.

       Cathy rushed home from college when her father called and told her that
her mother had disappeared. She went to the airport with her father. Rose looked
haggard when she got off the plane. Her eyes were sunken and her face looked
tired. She wore a too large over coat and the same spiked heels she had been
delivered to Sowell in. She burst into tears and hugged her husband and
daughter. Passersby smiled at the touching family reunion. In the limo Rose
curled up next to Scott on the front seat.

       The next morning she seemed back to her old self. Scott sat with her for
a while until she shooed him away. She sipped coffee and told Cathy about her
abduction.

       "They fucked me on the plane," she said. "Two big men, but that awful
Mister Sowell wasn't there."

       "How many times?" her daughter asked.

       "Once apiece. Then they left me alone. When we landed I was carried off
the plane and driven somewhere. I didn't even know what city I was in. They kept
me blindfolded the whole time."

       "During the drive, or the whole time you were there?"

       "The whole time I was there. I never had the blindfold off in three
days."

       "Wow."

       "We arrived somewhere, and I was walked into a building. It had the feel
of a big house, like the masters. I was put into  a room and my wrists were
released. A man with a deep voice told me I could use the toilet, but not to try
to take off the blindfold. I was too scared to disobey. I felt around until I
found the toilet and sat down."

       "Did he watch you pee?" Cathy asked.

       "I don't know, I didn't try to peek.'

       "Then what happened?"

       "I was grabbed and tied to a bed and fucked by two men."

       "The same ones on the plane?"

       "Yes."

       "How could you tell?"

       "By their feel and weight and smell," Rose said.

       "Oh."

       "After they finished they ungagged me and told me to go to sleep."

       "Did you?"

       "I lay there for a long time, then someone untied me from the bed but
told me not to take off the blindfold. I heard him shut a door, so I got up and
felt my way around the room. I was in a prison cell, I touched the bars. I felt
my way around the room like a blind woman and found a sink and the toilet again
and the bed, nothing else. I didn't dare take off the blindfold, which was good
because the second time I made my way around the cell a man told me to lie down
and go to sleep."

       "You were being watched?"

       "Yes, he must have been outside watching me through the bars. I lay on
the bed and tried to sleep but I was too  scared. As I lay there I began to
notice other little noises including the sound of people sleeping."

       "Other slaves?"

       "I believe there were other cells with slaves in them and a jailer or
keeper was on duty watching us. I heard him speak to other people during the
night."

       "How many were there?"

       "I have no idea. Once during the night I heard someone fucking. I
supposed it was  the jailer fuckeing one of the other slaves."

       "Did he fuck you too?"

       "No, but the sounds and being so helpless made me horny. I played with my
pussy."

       "Did you come?"

       "Yes, but I had help."

       "Help?"

       "I heard a sound so I stopped. A man told me to keep doing it. I was
startled because I thought he was busy fucking someone else."

       "Was it the same voice?"

       "I think so. He told me to keep masturbating, so I did. It was exciting
knowing he was watching, lots better than when your father watches me."

       "Cool."

       "It was strange, but I was really turned on by not being able to see him.
I could only imagine what he looked like."

       "Yeah," Cathy said, "I can see how it would be exciting."

       "When I was getting really close to coming, the man told me to stop."

       "Oh no."

       "He ordered me to crawl to the bars. I knew what was next. He guided me
to his cock and ordered me to suck it. It was sticky from the last woman he
fucked."

       "Ewww."

       "I didn't mind, anyway I knelt there and sucked him till he spurted in my
mouth. I was playing with my pussy while the whole time, and when he came he
told me not to move."

       "Then what?"

       "He ordered me to press my body against the bars and push my boobs
between them. He pulled my arms through them and handcuffed my wrists to the
bars. He touched my pussy and played with it until I came. Then he uncuffed me
and told me to get back in bed. I fell right to sleep."

       "Did you sleep well?"

       "Yes, but I don't know how long I slept. When they woke me I was taken to
a wash room."

       "A wash room?"

       "Yes. I was hung by my wrists and my legs were tied apart and somebody
washed my entire body."

       "That actually sounds interesting," Cathy said.

       "It wasn't bad," her mother said. "Who ever he was he made sure my pussy
was nice and clean."

       "Then what?"

       "I was taken somewhere, tied to a chair and fed breakfast."

       "Were your hands tied?"

       "Yes. Someone fed me every bite with a fork and held a coffee cup to my
lips. That's how I ate the whole time I was there."

       "That's very sexy," her daughter said.

       "And after breakfast I was tortured for hours."

       "Good torture?"

       "Very good. I never saw who did it but they knew what they were doing,
and they had lots of equipment. I was strapped into a dozen different
restraining devices."

       "Cool."

       "Its impossible to get a feel for time when you're blindfolded," Rose
said. "My torture seemed to go on for ever. I was given breaks, or rather my
torturers took breaks from time to time, then I was fed and taken to my cell and
allowed to sleep. Then I would be wakened and put through it all again. I don't
know if I slept an hour or ten hours at a time."

       "Actually that doesn't sound too bad, Mom," Cathy said.

       "No, it wasn't," her mother replied, "I came many, many times. At first I
thought the master had sent me there, and wondered how long I'd be kept away
from home. Then I started to worry that he had given me away permanently."

       "No, Dad said the master was furious that Sowell had kidnapped you. He
listened to the master talking to Sowell on the phone demanding that you be
returned. I don't think you have to worry Mom, Like I said before, I think the
master might be in love with you."

       "That's sweet, Dear. I know now that he wouldn't just give me away, but
at the time I was worried."

       "Poor Mom," Cathy hugged her mother. "What else did they do to you?"

       "My existence settled down to sleeping and eating, torture and fucking,"
Rose said.

       "And being washed?"

       "Well, yes, that was nice too." Her mother admitted. "I was so tired that
I usually went right to sleep when I was put in my cell, but sometimes I played
with my pussy hoping the guard would be  watching."

       "And?"

       "Sometimes he would be watching, and came into my cell and fucked me.
Once there were several guards watching. They made me suck them through the
bars."

       "That sounds really neat."

         "Once I was tortured with other slaves. I think it was a party because
I could hear other women screaming and lots of men talking. I was fucked a lot
of times on that occasion."

       "Did you scream too?"

       "Oh, you'd better believe I did. Whoever they were they knew how to hurt
a woman."

       "Darn, and I wasn't there," her daughter pouted. "How did you finally get
out?"

       " I was wakened and washed and fed then someone put that coat on me and
tied my wrists. I was walked out to a car. They drove me to an airport. My
blindfold was taken off but my eyes were so sensitive  that I cried when the
light hit them. It took a long time for them to adjust. The men driving me were
angry, but they didn't want to drop me off crying. They were afraid I might
attract attention. They parked the car and let my eyes adjust, then they untied
me and handed me a plane ticket and some cash and dropped me off at the
terminal. That's when I found out where I was. I read the sign over the terminal
doors."

       "Where were you?"

       "Seattle. I walked through the terminal wearing that awful coat, my heels
and nothing else. I went into a ladies room and was horrified when I looked in a
mirror. I had no makeup and I looked horrid. I bought some makeup at a shop and
tried to make myself presentable."

       "You looked good when I saw you get off that plane," her daughter said.

       "Thank you dear, that's sweet."

      

       That morning an enormous bouquet of flowers was delivered from the
master, and he called twice to check on Rose. He was quite solicitous and told
her to take all the time off she wanted. He told her that her husband could take
off from work too.

       Cathy went back to school and Rose decided to return to work after a
couple of days. The master called her to his office.

       "I have to apologize for the disgusting behavior of my guest," he said.
"I had no idea that Sowell would attempt to steal you away like he did. It will
never happen again. I will never permit someone to abuse my hospitality like
that."

       "I hope you won't stop them from abusing  your slave," Rose said smiling
impishly. He looked at her in astonishment, then laughed.

       "No, I won't prevent that, " he said. "I'll just make sure that they
don't run away with you."

       "Perhaps you should keep me locked in a dungeon in your house," Rose
said. "That way you'll always know where I am."

       "You would like that?" he asked.

       "I would love it," she said. "But unfortunately I'm a married woman with
a daughter. I suppose I should live at home with my husband."

       He looked at her thoughtfully. "I will have a dungeon built for you
immediately. If ever you decide to leave your husband, it will be yours."

       "Thank you sir, but what about my daughter? She would be jealous if she
didn't have a dungeon too."

       He smiled. "Your daughter is a wonderful girl, but she's not half the
woman you are." He opened a desk drawer and took out a small box.

       "I hope this will be a small compensation for your troubles."

       Rose gasped when she opened the box. It contained and diamond bracelet
and earrings. They were worth a fortune. "You didn't have to do this," she said.

       "It was a pleasure picking them out for you," he said. He handed her an
envelope and another smaller box.

       "The envelope is from Mister Sowell, in apology.  It is for you and your
husband. The other thing is for your daughter.

       Rose opened the box, it contained a set of pearl earrings. The envelope
held a large sum of money.

       "Thank you, sir," she said. "Forgive me, but I somehow don't think that
Mister Sowell is the kind of man to send me a gift like this."

       "He isn't," the master said grimly, "But I sent an emissary to discuss
the matter with him, and Sowell finally agreed that it might be the right thing
to do."

       "Thank you," she said. "And I was wondering when you might want to whip
me again?"

       "I thought you might want some time to recover." he said.

       "I'm ready when ever you want me. Tonight if you like."

       "Very well, have your husband deliver you to the house at seven."

      

       The next day Rose was in her office when a company executive entered.

       "Hi Rose, remember that gentleman from Seattle, Mister Sowell?"

       "Yes, I remember him."

       "I found and interesting article in a Seattle newspaper, thought you
might like to read it."

       Rose took the clipping.

      

       	'Seattle General Hospital admitted Karl Sowell, chairman and CEO of
Sowell

       	Industries after he suffered a fall in the parking garage of a downtown
office

       	building. Also injured was Vito Lucci, Mr Sowell's driver and bodyguard.

       	   Mister Sowell told hospital staff that he slipped and Lucci attempted
to grab

       	him to keep him from falling, but Lucci missed his grip and both men
took a

        tumble down a flight of stairs.

       	   Sowell's injuries consisted of broken ribs, a broken collarbone and
nose, black

       	eyes and various bruises and contusions. Lucci suffered a broken arm and
jaw.

       	   An unnamed source at the hospital stated that the men's injuries were
more

       	consistent with someone who had been in a fight than in a fall. A
spokesman

       	for Sowell denied that Sowell or Lucci had been involved in anything
more than

       	a misstep on a flight of stairs.

       	   A police investigation determined that although the garage attendant
saw a

       heavy set well dressed man leaving the garage moments after Sowell's
accident,

       there were no witnesses to the actual incident.'



	Rose took the news paper clipping to the master's office and placed it
on his desk. Mister Richards read the article, then looked at her.

	"May I ask who you sent to Seattle to talk with Mister Sowell?" she
asked.

	"I sent one of my body guards, Gino," he said.

	Gino was at that moment sitting outside Mister Richards' office.

	"May I have your permission to express my gratitude to Gino?" Rose
asked.

	He pressed the intercom and asked Gino to come in.

	"Mrs. Rhodes wishes to express her gratitude for your visit to Seattle,"
Richards to the guard. "You may have her for the rest of the day."  

	

	Rose got her purse and met Gino in the parking lot. She slid onto the
front seat of the master's car.

       "So, what have you got in mind?" he asked.

       "Anything you want," she said.

       "Ok, for starters, pull up your skirt and show me your panties."

       "I can't do that."

       "Why not?"

       She lifted her skirt. "Because I'm not wearing any panties, see?"

       He smiled, "Ok, well unzip my fly and give me a blow job till we get to
my place."

       Rose lay across the seat and sucked Gino's cock until they arrived at his
apartment. She was disappointed that he didn't take her to the master's house,
but when he tied her to his bed she decided it didn't really matter. Gino didn't
keep any whips at his apartment, but a leather belt sufficed to whip Rose into a
delightful orgasm, Gino's cock brought her to several more.

      

       Cathy was jealous when she heard that her mother had been fucked by Gino
for several hours. She decided to figure out a way to get him to take her to his
apartment.



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