Chapter 07: Anari's Just Desserts
The gurney was now being wheeled out and Anari's eyes stared at the ceiling and the bright lights flying along above her. She was trying to fight the feeling that she was almost looking forward to her next ordeal...
As she was wheeled into the main room, Anari heard the gasps of admiration and murmurs of delight at the sight of her bound, spread-eagled and succulent body. The guests clustered round eagerly and at the Master's invitation began to help themselves to this most unusual offering.
Lying there helpless, her jaws clamped firmly round the apple, Anari felt hands moving over her, fingers probing, tongues licking suggestively and mouths exploring and sucking. A blonde woman, juice trickling from the corners of her mouth, giggled as she worked her tongue against Anari's hard nipples, savouring the syrup that coated her inviting flesh. A tall dark-haired man pushed his fingers deep into Anari's stuffed pussy, extracted several pieces of fruit and fed them to his companion, who trailed her red-nailed fingers sensuously over Anari's taut belly.
She felt hands dipping themselves into her body, tongues licking at cream, mouths sucking in fruit. Someone had their mouth tightly pressed to her pussy, sucking in piece after piece of fruit - while another tongue lapped at her clit covered in honey.
The sugar candy cane in her ass moved constantly with mouths sucking it in and out, while Anari squirmed helplessly. Her body aroused to a burning inferno. Wriggling and writhing against the gurney, feeling sticky wetness everywhere.
The chocolates on her eyes were eaten gently and left sticky smears which were quickly lapped up. Her eyes blinked then, able to see once more. Allowing her to take a look at her tormentors. A face then appeared above her and took a bite out of the bright red apple she had in her mouth, making her jump. The man above her smiled salaciously, before his tongue disappeared down over her face and continued it's long journey down her sweet, juicy body. Anari tried to watch him, but her bonds were too tight and prevented it. She tore at them frustratedly.
Helplessly Anari's body was made to cum again and again. Climax after climax. She was allowed no respite and her body arched up against her ropes only to fall back against the gurney once more, feeling herself squash fallen fruit beneath her. Making her breathless, her chest heaving up and down, mouth still around a now half eaten apple.
After what seemed an age, the banquet was over. Anari lay in a pool of juice, stray pieces of fruit littering the plate and remaining in her cleavage and pussy. The Master signalled to the butler who wheeled the gurney back to the kitchen. Here Anari was released from her bonds, taken back to her room by Miss Simpson and ordered to bath. Gratefully, Anari soaked her aching body in the deep warm water then slipped into bed and allowed Miss Simpson to chain her by the wrist to the bed-head. Then, exhausted by her experiences of the day, she fell asleep immediately.
So tired was she that she didn't hear Miss Simpson enter her room next morning and was only jerked into wakefulness when the secretary pulled back the curtains to let in a flood of bright morning sunlight. Miss Simpson moved back to the bed and pulled the covers back. Anari, who, as ordered, slept naked, instinctively dropped her free hand to her thighs, even though she had been seen nude many times by the tall secretary. Miss Simpson smiled and stretched out her fingers to touch Anari lightly on the breast. 'You really are a delightfully attractive girl, my dear,' she murmured, her fingers caressing the small hardness of Anari's nipple. 'We must become better acquainted some time soon.....' She bent towards Anari, licking her red lips.
'It's time to go, Miss Simpson.' It was the butler, who had entered silently and was now looking disapprovingly at the secretary. A frown flitted over Miss Simpson's face at the interruption and she waved a hand in impatient dismissal. But then her cool, efficient look returned and she withdrew her searching hand. 'We have to go out for several hours,' she said. 'Maybe we'll come back with a play-mate for you.' The ghost of a smile flicked across her face as she unlocked the shackle round Anari's wrist. 'Be ready for the Master at 11.00 sharp.' She turned on her heel and went out.
Anari rubbed her wrist, stretched and got out of bed. She wandered over to the window and peered out. Down below, in the driveway, the Master's car was parked. As she looked, the Master strode out and got into the passenger seat. Almost immediately Miss Simpson and the butler came into view, the latter obviously acting as chauffeur. The secretary got into the back and the car drove off in a cloud of dust.